Each time I hit her there she shivers uncontrollably. Pretty soon she is quivering without me touching her with the cat o nine and so I stop and let ...er calm down. I walk back to the bench and spies the anal beads, I walk back to my pet and undoes the bindings from one side of her body then turns her so that she is facing the wall and then quickly does the bindings back up to the wall. I head back to the bench and grabs the beads and make sure they get lubricated up I head back to my pet I. It is difficult to say whether the sensation was pleasant or not; I just felt full. That in itself was nice, but I quickly realised making the wrong associations with how it felt would not make it seem sexy. I stayed in the bath until the water began to feel cold. Bed seemed the most practical place to get warm again, so that is where I headed, grateful that the room was a twin, and I had the option of a bed that was clean and undisturbed. I drifted off to sleep. The phone rang. It was Anna.‘I. The kids were in bed and I was waiting up for her. She came through the door all excited."Mark, I'm glad you're home. I need you to see something." Haven't I seen enough, Charlene? What do you want me to see, more pictures of you fucking teenage boys?" Please, Mark, if you'll be patient I can explain everything."She took off her coat. My eyes bugged out at the outfit she was wearing. It was a skimpy corset that revealed most of her breasts. She had a short skirt on and obviously wasn't wearing. People wearing nothing but feathers and beads. Others dressed as ponies or covered head to toe in fur suits. Jessica had never been to Mardi Gras, but she imagined it must have been something like this.What caught her attention most of all were the parade goers in leather and latex. Studded leather bondage harnesses. Full body gimp suits and cat suits. Masters and Mistresses in gleaming rubber leading their obedient slaves by the chain through the streets. This, Jessica was tangentially more.