Yeah, I am a whore, I don’t really charge any money for service or play, but I am definitely a whore. I love the taboo and degrading nature of the ...ord. For me it implies a total loss of inhibition and a purposeful use of flesh for sexual gratification. Although I have actually been paid for sex on several occasions, I am not a true prostitute. I really like the name though. Whore! I’m such a whore! Let me be your whore tonight. Gimme that black dick and make me be your white whore. . ”You lay your head back down on your Master’s lap and contemplate what he has just said and gradually drift back to that dreamy state of comfort and security. You are the feet of the man who brought you to this new life of submission and you think, perhaps for the first time, about the role he plays and the responsibility he carries in the course of your relationship with him.“At first I thought that being a Master was just about teaching and telling me what to do and I was simply to submit to. I was married to a woman who was a terrific mom and an enticing – slightly less young, but still quite hot – wife. She had stripped down to her bra and panties. Crouched between my thighs below me on the bed I was at her mercy and she teased me with her tongue, her mouth, and her throat. She’d never been able to completely master the art of deep throating, though it was not for lack of trying and dedication, years ago she did get comfortable with my cock hitting the back of her mouth. It turned. A quick greeting, a few sentences, and a bombshell that would change your life forever...You came home from work like any other day. Annoyed and a little tired, but you couldn't complain much. Everyone hated their job, but yours wasn't that bad and it paid pretty decently. You were just happy for the chance to see your fiancee after so many hours.Steph was watching a documentary in the living room. Some show about a guy who owned cats or something. It wasn't really your thing, but she seemed to.