She felt the power of my spurts and thrashed in orgasm herself.We slept the sleep of the exhausted and fortunately the next day was Saturday so we cou...d sleep in and fuck again and again. I made her tell me about this guy. He was a fuck buddy who lived near her and who she’d been screwing intermittently for about a year. At the moment he was the only other one. In the past she had as many as four going once although that became a bit difficult just for the logistics, she explained. Her pussy. Over and over. My muffled moans and the loudsmacking of my punishment push my Mistress over the edge, bringing her toclimax quickly in a single impassioned gasp.As the whipping continues, each woman relishing each ass-reddening blow,Mistress turns my face up to hers and glances at my smeared makeup andlipstick, made sticky by her juices. She stares deeply into my eyes.I almostforget the pain."Does the whipping hurt my poor little slavegirl?" She coos softly."Harder!" She harshly commands the. She dropped her gaze to my lap and smiled..."See, I knew you liked what you saw you dirty old man"... this made me get even harder. Then she lifted the front of her skirt and parted her legs several inches revealing the outline of her pussy and camel toe in her cheer shorts. I couldn't help but stare at it. I looked up she was smiling and started breathing a little heavily."I can see your hard cock...do you like looking at my pussy?" Y-Y-yes..very much" I stammered."mmm...good, it turns me on". They will not remember who their masters were or the actual nature of the things they did." Wow! Can I ever see the benefits of that! That gives a whole new freedom to masters and mistresses, knowing that their secrets are forever safe!" I exclaimed. "Do you use 'memory deprivation', as you call it, for other purposes as well?" Indeed yes. Some want a slave who obeys out of a deeply held feeling and belief that we, and others that we may designate, have a moral right to exercise absolute.