It was too hard but my voice wasn’t coming out. I was on all four getting my spanks on each butt 10 -10.After the spanking, he brought ropes (It was...very soft). I knew what I have to do now. He said, “Get ready bitch.” I did the same. Tied my self like I was doing whole week now with threads. But he made it tighter. He then clicked pictures of me. Placing me in different positions and having fun with my body.He then slid the rope aside and fucked me to the core, for more than an hour. I lost. I can feel my tense muscles loosening. I sigh and move into the next pose.His hands continue to drift over my body. He grabs and kneads and massages, before easing me deeper into the next stretch. He strokes and gropes my ass in Downward Dog, and lets his fingers brush my pussy through my panties. He caresses my arms and my sides. It’s very distracting. My body begins to vibrate under his touch.“Shhhh…” he soothes, as he adjusts my form as I go up into a shoulder stand. He helps to stabilize. I walked into the ranger station sword in hand, and snicker-snacked two weak and scrawny looking zombies in stinky uniforms who had been trapped inside, unable to decipher the doorknob, and picked up some maps. Meanwhile, Ms. Tiger was getting a cool drink from a nearby creek. It made me think- Not only didn't I know who let the cats (and critters) out, but I didn't know if someone had let the zombies out. I meant, the brain dead.Gotta be politically correct, dontcha know. Naw, it took a few. A few minutes later Stephen walked in looking bright eyed and bushy tailed. I didn't understand how he could be so full of energy. I was still exhausted. I grabbed the towel off the floor to cover myself up. Then in his afemenant voice he says,"You want pancakes? You look like you could use some breakfast." He then walked over to me and gently removed the towel from my waist and threw it on the bed. "You don't have to cover up. You have nothing to be embarrassed about." His soft hands.