”“B b but what if I don’t like what you ask me to do? I don’t….” She couldn’t finish her question.“Miss Mumford. What I will ask you d... will be within your defined limits. We will be working on that this weekend. That’s why I made time for us to be together. You will have safe words, so that I will know when you are reaching your limits.”“Safe words? What is that?”Eric knew that she was naïve to what the BDSM lifestyle was all about, including the terms. It was part of her charm. So he took the. Somehow my right hand had finally come loose and I was holding my aching, naked side, wheezing, trying to catch my breath only to be rocked by another wave of giggles. When I got my strength back, I reached for my left wrist, trying to unfasten it so I could get out of this predicament.Still gasping, Mom crawled over, to let me loose, I thought. But when she hauled herself to her knees, instead she took my right hand and dragged it away."Oh no! I think you deserve the full experience!" she. I had been kept busy working long hours preparing for the beginning of a new job so the situation with Laura had fallen to the back of my mind. I was expecting it to be a while before we met again as we are both busy people having only Andrew as a reason for ‘bumping’ into each other. Little did I know she had been thinking of me. It was a Saturday morning, around eleven am, and I was sitting watching a cookery program getting ideas for my next dish to cook for the missus. She works away a lot. I felt an intense feeling of release as my bladder emptied over my stomach, tits and face. Bill was laughing.He released the ball gag and took the blindfold off. I blinked, surprised that it was dark. How long had I been there? Feeling like a cheap dirty slut, I watched him light two kerosene lamps. He returned with a tin mug of water. I didn't say a word, just drank it and another two shots of whisky. He walked over to the sink, wetted a towel and wiped me down. I stared at him.As he tossed.