I blew across his hole and felt him shudder again. I leaned in and kissed his hole, again a shudder but nothing telling me to stop. I backed off and t...rned him around to face me again. His eyes were closed and there was a drop of pre-cum on his cock. I leaned in and kissed it away. I stroked his cock a few times and another appeared, again I kissed it away. On every other stroke, his cock offered up this sweet nectar. I continued to stroke his cock while I went to work on his fat balls. I. I just had time to hear her giggle before a lower-voltage but long, agonisingly long, surge of pain pulsed again through my genitals, leaving me sprawling and writhing on the tiles. ?Remain on your belly, slave. It will save time.? ?Yes, Mistress? I gasped. ?When under torture you will address me with the phrase ‘My Owner’ to show your acceptance of the natural right by which I impose such pain.? ?Yes, My Owner.? ?Now, hard as it is to believe, one of the major problems for a dominant woman. . Still not a scream out of me, but as strange as it sounds I was gushing from my pussy and my ass was being beaten. Three my lashes with the belt and I was crying from the burning pain to my ass, but I did not scream out – god, now I thought my punishment was done and I could go soak my ass in the tub, but I was wrong. My husband came up next to me and said that my ass looked great with the 5 bright red lines across it, and he was going to go play some golf and would be back later. Before I. I have removed both of the big toes to enable the foot to have a more pleasing profile and inserted a steel rod down the length of the sole, it can never be flexed of course but is perfectly shaped for the ballet boot or shoe which it wears now. I am afraid it means that without footwear it is incapable of independent movement, other than crawling of course."?" Come here." he orders, the figure obeys after a second's pause, its?hands palms to the floor, arms slightly away from the body, legs.