'You cheeky bastard' she said.'Sorry,but thats the impression you give over.I find you attractive but i always said i couldn't imagine fucking a miser...ble bitch like you.But the way you are now,i would definitely be keen to fuck you'.'You are a cheeky bastard,aren't you.You call me a miserable bitch,then say you wouldn't mind fucking me.You think i would let you fuck me after all that'.Before i could answer we arrived at her apartment.As she went to get out,she said,'Are you going to just sit. Chad--or "Sissy," as Paul now called his ex-spouse--was likely to have abusy day, Malcolm thought, as he imagined half a dozen things Paul mighthave in store for his ex-husband. The thought made Malcolm's own cockstiffen.* * *Chained to the wall of Paul's bedroom, naked, as always, Sissy dreadedPaul's arrival, despite the fact that Paul would, quite literally, holdthe key that could set him free of the hated chastity device lockedaround his genitals.A ring around his perineum, attached to the. Both of you are masters of one, and lacking in the other."Pyx, your humility and obedience are the stuff of legend. I couldn't ask for a more submissive slave."Pyx bowed. "Thank you, Master." But when it comes to getting pleasure from pain, you have only had a taste. We need to work on that."My young slave flushed. "Yes, Master."I turned to my older slave. "As for you, Vonda, your problem is just the opposite. You are a wonderful sex toy. You love to be beaten and flogged. You are a trisexual.. I knew I just needed to be patient. I awoke one morning with his hard cock grinding softly between my naked ass cheeks. Only the thin fabric of his underwear separated us. His arm had slipped under my dress and was softly kneading my breast. I knew this was the day we would start out new life. I arched my back, increasing pressure on him and giving him the instinctual cue of my acceptance. I laid silently for several minutes as his hand and hips became more active. He started to quietly.