Her skin still stung with the force of the whip, burning, but also feeling hot, rousing dark desires in her. She felt herself becoming more aroused an... the familiar feelings within her were stirring. She stood before him again in lingerie and heels, waiting for the next instruction. He began hitting the whip against his hand and she longed for more, the stinging in her skin now replaced by pleasure. “Remove the bra” he commanded, she turned away from him as she reached behind and unclipped the. It was conference time and she was heading out north to the bright lights, good opportunity and willing candidates abound. We worked through the list and settled on her ex, the Stud Muffin, who by all accounts, in years gone by, put the Duracell Bunny to shame. He was agreeable for a meet and so the game was afoot. Ironically he was partly responsible for the lag as trust issues gave Hunny Bunny some pause, she was not sure how an outside experience may impact on our very well cultivated. "We never really discussed your limits, relying on that imaginary whore to keep me in check and selfishly protect you in such a deceitful and dishonorable way." I heard an empty can touch the wood beside his chair, and then he popped open another one. I shivered in the cold darkness at his feet. Had I been his equal in any way, I would protest at his over-exaggeration of what was, for me at least, only a way to get around the fear of single young males without a controlling female in these. "Was that a comment you were trying to make?" I inquired of the man I was now facing even as I looked him over. Not bad looking, around forty with a flowing mustache and a small chin tuft of a beard. He was of normal height, seemed a little thin and there was a fire in his eyes that attracted me to him immediately. I adore passionate people."I was referring to this monstrosity and to your adoration of it as though it was some primeval god." I vaguely sense a slight distaste for this structure.".