Sliding my middle finger through my hot pink slit until my clit. I jumped at my own touch, and continued to circle my middle finger around the hardeni...g little nub. Moaning as the pleasure increases through my body. I use my left hand to tweak my left nipple. Rolling the tip between my thumb and forefinger and pulling with every shot of pleasure. Leaning back against the sink counter, I move my fingers from my sensitive clit to my fuck hole. I enter my middle finger first. Feeling it slide. I instantly had an urge, the urge to beg for forgiveness to my tormentor like I was her subject and she was my goddess. To hold my tormentors feet tightly and pledge my ever-lasting loyalty to her, to ask humbly for forgiveness like a worthless being. But naturally, this urge was as stupid and foolish as it sounds to you, so there was no way that I could be expressing this urge to my tormentor I felt like I really was small, too tiny for these rich people who had power and arrogance to match. And I don't believe you to be a wannabe Dom either."All I am asking for, Sir, is a chance to prove myself. That's it, just an opportunity to serve you. I am not sure if this will work out between us or not... no one knows if two people will make it until they do. But please, if you give me a chance, I promise I will do the best I can to make you happy and to be the best submissive I can."She made a good argument and countered every objection I could think of. It was obvious that she was sincere. ”“That was Margot’s idea. Irene was in no shape to drive to East Colton. Not with the roads the way they were. Margot thought she should sleep it off at my place.”“Did something happen between you two?”“Oh, something happened all right. I don’t want to go into it, but if anyone deserves to be upset it’s me at her, not vice-versa.”Barnes sat back in his chair and nodded. “I believe you, Martin. We gotta figure out how to defuse this. This project is too important.”“I’ll go talk to her.”“Thanks,.