Each raw mark throbbed painfully as she lay against the whipping post, her hands strung up over her head, forcing her body’s weight to pull down on ...er shackled wrists. Hot tears stung her eyes and she bit her bottom lip to keep from simply weeping. It was the initiative step of a slave, He had said. The brutality and the cruelty of it all made her recoil… but at the same time… what would it be to please a Master as He had described? Her delicate nose wrinkled in disdain. She would never serve.. Thank you."Her eyes were wet as she said that, and I didn't want to go down the hero worship path, so I changed the subject, just slightly. "If you don't mind, tell me about your lives before things became difficult."She eyed me just a bit, and then said, "I was so in love. We were THAT couple in college. He was the football hero, and I was the cheerleader who worshiped his every thought and deed. Everyone referred to us as the "it," couple. My girlfriends wanted a guy just like Cal, and his. "Boy! Drop those shorts and get up here and give Big Marge some of that white boy cock!" Marge said. I dropped my shorts and climbed onto the bed and got on top of Marge, she guided my cock into her. Her pussy was tight and warm, the best feeling I had ever had. "How does that pussy feel?" Marge quizzed. "I really like it" was my reply. I was balls deep inside of Marge and afraid to move, I knew if I moved I would cum and was afraid that would be it and I really wanted to spend as much time. I was so needy, I wanted him right there. Could I? Dare I? Throwing caution to the wind, I met his look with a catlike grin. “Don’t talk, just fuck me.” “Hey, that works for me babe…” “Shut up.” “It’s cool. I’m…” “Shut up. I don’t want to know your name. I want your cock, nothing more,” I yelled over the music. A name to go with his face would make it personal. This was raw animalistic need, not a prelude to something more meaningful. I moved my hand to the fly of his slacks and found his cock.