He had bruises from where he had been kicked. And this meting of the punishment thing was enough to make him shake. What could be worse than the punis...ment he had been through? Marie, at this point, was a distant, but recurring thought. It was so easy now to focus his mind someway else, only because he felt he was losing his grip on sanity: He was in a fucking nuthouse. He consoled himself by the magic touch of the caress of his stockings, the majesty of Mistress Satin, even the cold on his. You’re a very beautiful woman, everything I could have ever imagined. Very sexy.” She looked at me coyly, teasing. “Have you spent a lot of time imagining me naked?” My blush deepened. “Ahem! Well, as long as we’re being so honest, yeah, I probably have; it all depends on how you define ‘a lot of time’.” We laughed. “You’re a very sexy, sensual woman, Marce. Guys can’t be around you without feeling it, sort of like an aura or something.” I shrugged. “You just are, and I’m not immune to it.” To. He seemed flustered as to my question. "I AM your Mother, and you should not be looking at my panties" It was about then that Jake got a smile on his face and extended a hand for me to get off the couch, "C'mon Mom, lets get you cleaned up after your trip" He took my hand and led me to my bedroom I had thought that he would just leave me by my door, but he came into my bedroom with me and sat me down on the bed. "I know you're tired from your flight and everything you had done before leaving. “Thanks,” I replied handing it to her, I slipped off my boots and was storing them in the corner when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I turned around to see who it was and saw that it was a woman of about twenty-six years old; she had russet autumnal hair and striking green eyes. She was beautiful but I felt intimidated by her presence, especially as she stared at me intently. I soon figured out why.“Mistress,” said Amy softly, “this is my friend Rebecca. Rebecca this is my Mistress,.