The Master acknowledges that the Slave will use the following safe word when it is reached a level beyond the Slave's capacity. Upon hearing this word... the Master agrees not to halt, but temporarily suspend, all play-related activities so that they may tend to the needs of the Slave. Safe word: “mercy Master”.In some circumstances the Master can decide that the Slave can not use any safe word. For that purpose the Master will close the slave’s mouth with a tape in order to avoid that any sound. ‘I’m sorry,’ she answered him, turning on her side to face his back. ‘It’s okay. My mind doesn’t want to shut down either. I keep thinking there should be something I should be doing, somewhere I should be.’ He rolled over, pulling the covers up a little so that they covered the band of his sweats. She looked so young, lying there in the dim light that came in the window from the street lights outside. Her hair was loose, falling like a dark satiny waterfall to the pillow under her head. She. “Dam it feels good, dam it feels so good,” I started moaning while he grunted and groaned into me.“Oh God, oh my god,” I said moaning. Zane fucked me harder and harder, making me moan even more. Zane fucked me and made me feel like I was floating, his arms clinging onto my hips and thumping his cock deep inside me.“You’re loving it aren’t you?” Zane asked, I was starting to moan more. Although a part of me felt ashamed, another part of me loved it.“Oh god, yes I like it,” I said moaning. . The sounds of their efforts still frightening too.She felt stretched and pushed and pulled. She felt battered and bruised. Yet it continued longer and longer. Then she felt a sensation she had not yet considered but it didn’t take long for the gravity of what was happening to sink in when she felt an odd squirt of wetness inside her butt. It was a strange feeling not painful like everything else but more frightening than the rest. If he sprayed his fluids inside there, wouldn’t the other two do.