A few people stopped and asked me if I’d found a Master like in the 50 Shades movies, and I answered that I was just trying things out to see if it ...as something I wanted to do. After a couple weeks, people stopped seeming to notice, and I stopped hearing the locks even. The cuffs just became comfortable and natural.We took turns conditioning each other’s bodies, as well. One of us would wear a strap on and spend up to an hour fucking the other as hard, fast, and cruelly as we could in each of. How the fuck could she do that? What kind of Machiavellian mind did she have. And Sam... Sam Able, my friend... shit, my ex friend, the sonofabitch. Teach me a lesson, huh? I'll tear that fucker apart, limb by limb," the words shrieking in my mind.I picked up an empty vase from the counter and flung it against the wall, enjoying the sound of the pottery shattering. I paced the kitchen and then moved into the living room. I felt like putting my fist through the wall, but common sense was. He knelt over her, kissing and licking his way down her body, pausing to tongue the recess of her navel. From there, his kisses were straight down the midline of her torso, through the tiny landing strip of pubic hair she’d left signaling the approach to her delicate strip. Her hips lifted as his tongue split the labia and searched for the tiny bud of her clitoris. She gasped repeatedly as he tongued the essence of her from her throbbing love nest. “Enough!” she cried, pushing his shoulder to. In the house, she goes straight to her room, puts her phone on the stand by her bed and the suitcase on the dresser. Before even opening it, she takes off her lovely black dress, shoes and undies and lays them on her bed. As she looks at her bed she realizes that the last two nights were the first time she had not slept in her virginal bed all her life. And tonight, it will not be a virginal bed anymore.Undressed, and feeling wonderful this way again, Emma goes to her large closet and starts.