My labia became an elastic band that spread to accommodate a foreign object and then closed over it, enclosing the mass inside. The feeling of my pink...lips shutting it inside was a feeling I would never tire of feeling. I always loved how my wet core slathered the egg-shaped smooth piece of polished wood inside my pink hole. It always allowed me to move my body over it in rhythmic motions that brought out feelings of sexual bliss. I never needed anything with ridges to get off. As long as. She will pinch up skin on my chest, neck, and other places placing them on me. Each time She will squeeze them with Her fingers to make me groan with the pain. She places them all over me anywhere she can find a point to hold them. Every now and then taking my flail and spanking my ass hard. Now I have to admit I enjoy the pain she is giving me. It is something She has regulated me ever since She became my Mistress. Mistress only lets me give myself pain when She orders, as I had previously. . I've been so rude, I was completely carried away..." he stammered, conscious of her twinkling dark eyes fixed on him. He felt awkward. Her searching graze was so intent, he felt sure for a brief instant that she must have read his thoughts, but he knew that to be ridiculous. "Please forgive me," Jon apologized, "What was it you asked?" I asked what it was that you did before sailing with your uncle. After all, I've told you everything concerning myself and I should think you doing likewise. Her name is Ivy. She took me around to meet several of the others, explained most of what my position entailed, who was who in the office and that she knew some hot gossip if I cared to hear it some time. I said maybe another day.Back at Aunt Hazel's, supper was on the table. We eat and talked about our day. That evening Todd stopped by for an hour and we chatted. Aunt Hazel said she would have some beer for the next time we had someone drop by. Usual routine, Aunt Hazel went up to bed at.