Her breath filled my nostrils as I approached her, her face was flawless, perfect make up, a tiny beauty spot on her cheek. Her dark hair pulled back ...ehind her petite ears. Her eyes like hazel lasers piercing my own. Her deep red lipstick, our lips met, at first the touch was just a brush, but she didn’t move away, I put a little pressure on the kiss, and she responded. Her lips were soft and tasted sweeter than any other lips I had experienced. She opened her mouth and I felt her tongue probe. I knew that if she unleashed those twin balloons from beneath her jersey that I’d better watch out or I’d have bruises on my face. I made a mental note to include hand signals in my safety regimen because if I were smothered by those breasts I would not be able to voice it. She caught my eye and we connected. As she rounded a turn I read the name on the back of her shirt — …busther. What? A typo on the jersey. Shouldn’t that have been buster? But the it hit me. I started at her low cut sneakers and slowly moved up to her slender ankles, then past her calves where I held the shot for a few seconds on the hand on her knee, then beyond to her naked thighs…Before I could finish what I’m sure would have been a great shot, she started to scream. It was like she was coming out of shock and realizing how much danger she was in. She tried to bolt for the door, but Mark was ready and pulled her back to the floor.“You’d better secure her before you start playing. Lined up nextto the pile of clothing was a slipper, a ruler, a cane, a cat o' 9 tails,a rolled up newspaper and a belt.They explained the game, which they called Spanked By Dice, to me. Insideeach bowl was a dice. I was to get the dice out of each bowl in my mouthand then spit it out. The first bowl determined which Mistress was tocarry out the punishment1 - Mistress Sarah2 - Mistress Melanie3 - Mistress Sharon4 - Mistress Anne5 - one shot of urine out of the jug and roll that dice again6 - two.