The room was however quite silent, apart from the sound of her bl**d pumping harshly around her body and of course the echoes of each resounding thump...of the speaker’s hand on her lovely round bottom. Were they still there? It was too hard to determine, but she hoped they were, desperate and hard and begging to be allowed to watch her cum this time. Oh yes, there was a fierceness in her thoughts now, her natural feelings of domination and defiance were returning to her oh so sweetly. The. Mistress tookthe whip from slave's mouth and started to whip and whip till slave fell downfrom pain. ?That will teach you a lesson not to cum in front of Mistress, without permission.? ?Let me see how you can control yourself. I have seen you last year, whenyou came for vacation at my house, you lowly slave stealing my panty that wasin the washing basket and running to store room to smell it. You thought Iwill not know it !. I was surprised to see you licking and kissing it and finallyyou. I cleared my throat, then spoke clearly, pouring out my sob story. Throughout my school career, I was a studious girl. I got high marks, all the way through college. When I left college, against the advisement of my counselors, I wanted to be a writer. I wanted to make mysteries and detective stories. I even wanted my own cool pen-name. People wouldn't see "Katsumi Hojo" on the spines of their favorite books; they'd see some cool moniker, like... well... I'd fantasized about it, but I never got. “Can I come in? We need to talk, big guy.” I had said nothing to this point, and I just nodded, opening the door and pointing with my chin. If she took offense at my non-offer of help, she didn’t show it. She just bent down, grabbed her suitcases and followed my lead. She dumped them at the base of the stairs and found the living room. She sat on a couch and looked around. I’d had a decorator in about two years ago, and the place looked good. I knew it, and she knew it. We were three years and.