I quickly untie the rope keeping her up. I hold unto it and jump. I pick up my feet and make the rope sink, making her raise higher and choke a little...more. I tie it off. Her toes are just barely touching the ground. They're still supporting her, though. I shove my cock down her throat. Now, she's supporting some of me, too. "Suck it, slut." I order. I take my whip and flick my wrist. 'C-cccrack!' She screams into my cock, massaging it and making my knees give out a bit. Again and again I hit. I had experienced each minute as something unique, something particular and special just for me. The idea that this was a world of its own made things seem bigger, and it was intimidating. “Did Tom approve of that?”“He did.” He looked at me thoughtfully, as if hesitating whether to continue. “You know, he is extremely careful with you. I have never seen him plan and consider so many details and steps in the making of a sub. He believes you can go very far on this journey.”I knew he meant it as. I smear the SPF stuff slowly up your legs.The damn stuff says it's waterproof, but by the time you get around to reading the small print about reapplying after you've been in water, hell, it's too fucking late, now, isn't it?I will not let that happen to your skin.Pretty skin, gone the color of toffee from the sun. How the sight of it entrances me! Though it really isn't the golden tones I find so appealing; in the stark dead of winter, the milky white of your flesh makes me lap at you like a. So - I said...do you want to get this over with?She looked down and hesitantly said - OK - we'll go to the spare room, BE QUIET, my daughter is sleeping a few doors down.I seriously couldn't believe what I just said and did - it seemed SO fucking wrong, but watching her big ass jiggle through her exercise shorts as we walked made my regret disappear and my cock throb.We went into a spare room with only a desk and a futon couch.She shut the door and said - let's get this fucking over with you.