Yet on the inside was a rebel, someone who wanted to be bound, tamed, whipped, and pleasured. And most of all, she yearned for the one she loved (who ...urrently was on hiatus at the moment, unable to commit 100% and not able to just be friends either, very frustrating). Her interest in BDSM began a couple years ago. It started off of course with simple reading of stories. At first some things disgusted her, but as she got older she began to like other elements more and more. She was about 20. " He said smiling."Thank you Sifu." Kei said."Hows the weapons practice going?" He asked."If you think that was good we should spar with me." Kei said grinning."No thanks, I still remember the last time." He said touching the scar on his cheek.The first time she had come to the Dojo she had spotted the sword on the wall and had asked to practice with it, when he saw her movements he had been happy to spar with the swords, that was the last time he would, she had kind of snapped and they had. ..second!" My climax was oddly endhanced by Missy just being a few feet away behind the hollow door. A few bursts of cum blasted out of me and onto my face and chest and few had hit the wall just over my head as well. I guess Missy was impatient, for she didn't wait a response and opened the door with authority. I had just spewed my juices will over and my euphoric state made my reflexes slow. I didn't even try to hide what had just happened. Missy looked at me straight faced and disappointed.. I pinched her nipples, as hard as I could.She screamed. I felt her thighs opening and closing, like scissors. I heard her whimpers, short, staccato bursts of sound, quivering with desire."Harder," she almost screamed this time.I could not pinch them any harder, between my thumb and index. She squealed again. It wasn't enough.Her face turned towards me. She hid her face against my chest, her hands still holding mine against her breasts. Her breathing was so ragged I almost thought she was.