A leather bra, a leather mini shirt, knee high leatherboots, and long leather gloves. I was carrying my riding crop. When Icame back into the room, I ...emoved my prisoners gag and started by havingit lick my boots. "I am Superior Female Alexandra. They call me the 'Bitch'. You willsimply address me as 'Superior'. Do you understand, worm?" I took my crop and I struck him across his ass. "Yes" he nodded."Good. First we must prepare you." Firstly I cuffed his feet together tightly to add to his. He said I had Hypersexuality disorder and he could treat it but I didn’t have the money. Later I found I enjoyed being this way, sexual, not cheating, so I never did anything about it.”The more she talked, the more I understood that she was a free spirit, traveling through no-strings-attached hookups with various men she met. She could not live a tethered marital life, it just wasn’t in her and treatments for Hypersexuality disorder were basically the same as for alcohol and drug addiction.She. I would take your nipple onto my mouth, gently tease it with my tongue, a soft bite, a suck to raise it off the breast, to suck it hard then let it slip out of my mouth and plop back into place. I would put my hand on your other breast and fondle it, squeeze it and relax, roll this nipple in my fingers, pull it, feel it harden. I kiss your breasts and kiss my way down your body, my hand preceding me, fondling, massaging, exploring the contours, every dip and hollow, every swell, the flatness of. I bashfully turned around to take of my boxers. "Now be a good girl and get dressed."I looked at the clothing and wondered what I had gotten myself into. The dress was a floral print, mostly red and white. The panties were pink and shimmering satin and the lipstick was a glossy red. I looked him in the eye but with the steely way he returned my gaze I knew there was very little I could do. I picked up the dress and he said "No put on the panties first." I felt a rush of shame and something.