..they are slowly worked down his legs along with his underwear. He is left naked, cuffed on his stomach, his ass stinging and still wondering who Th... Voice is. Despite all of this, he has a raging hard on.With his hard on pushing against the bed and no clue what’s coming next, he starts to turn his head, to just get a glimpse…”Do I need to punish you again? Do not move.” The voice whispers. He stops no hesitation. “Back up on your knees” He gets back up on his knees. “Spread your legs”. Nick was definitely cute and he seemed nice, but I knew hardly anything about him or what kind of reputation he had. I thought about it, but I just ended up giving some lame excuse about “maybe later”. Today, though, I had run into town to meet up with some of my friends who wanted to see me before I left for college. While I was visiting with them, Nick texted me, and asked me if I was free to hang out. I dismissed it at first, but then found myself rereading the message. I realized that I was. She acted like she wanted to rest after finishing a race. I slowly massaged her firm, strong back, able to resist the temptation of feeling her up. Finally, she stood up to find a wash cloth, giving me a clear view of her dark but thin pubic hair, with the careful consistency of a teenager’s. So young and so lovely. Her breasts were too small to be affected yet by gravity, sort of pre-perky. I hope she’s legal! Give me your hand. Where’s the bedroom? I’ll walk in front of you. I want you to. Honestly, most guys would hear I turned tricks with my mother and head for the hills. You don’t think we are all fucked up?” she asked.In retrospect, I should have said, “Yeah, I think you are fucked up, but I like fucked up!” or something like that.“No,” I said instead.“So you know a lot of girls who turned tricks before high school that was trained to be submissive along with their mom, and then became a Dominatrix because their dad lost a bet?” Claire asked me rhetorically with a quizzical.