I figured that it would be best to play along andsay it and lie at her feet."Get down on your knees and say ten times, 'you are my mistress goddess.I ...m your unworthy servant.' And then you will lie on the floor prostrateat my feet. I will then spit on the tips of my high heels and you willlick it off."Fuck, I thought to myself. I should have known she would up the ante. Iwas screwed, I thought. But wait, I can spin this as standing up to astrong women."Sorry," I said, "I'll see you day after. I had always loved leather, not just seeing it on women but wearing it, no-one else liked it the way i liked it, or at least i thought. However the bike was a great excuse and i was in top to toe, soft black leather: boots, jeans, jacket and gloves. They weren't biker leathers but soft and close fitting, fashion leathers really, but it's not a speed bike and i just really loved to wear full leather; never been able to understand why, but the smell, the feel and even the sound, i find. "I stood there for several moments waiting for it to sink in while she slowly pulled up off his cock and then slowly lowered herself back down until it was once again buried completely in her puss. "Well?"I dropped my underwear as I got up on the bed. I soon had a good coat of lotion on my cock as I pushed it towards her once forbidden region. When it made contact she stopped to let me push the head into the tiny rosebud. At first I didn't think it would go in but once I got a firm grip on her. But I really am used to it, though."Hearing of a dolorometer, Ginny whispered a question to Mike asking what a dolorometer was. He explained it was a machine that measured pain. It was attached to a part of the body away from the suspected pain source. Then the pain was increased until the patient could feel the machine-induced pain rather than the internal — or external — pain source. Based on Susan's reaction, the pain must be continuous and agonizing.Mike turned to John and asked, "Which way.