Darrell reached over and squeezed my ball sack. He clenched hard with a firm twist. It hurt and I let out a feeble yelp. I tried to move away but Darr...ll's claw grip held me in place. He told me that he wanted to fuck me hard. Silence fell over us as he crunched my balls together, oddly the intense pain didn't stop me from getting erect. I think it was the tone he used when he stated it. I was afraid a little and very aroused. Darrell gave me a look wanting an answer. I said "OK?" Darrell. "Who wants to see him cry like a girl?" The response from the grinning maids was unanimous, those vocal ones sneering 'yes please', those strangely silent gesturing their approval with even broader sadistic grins. The bulbous woman tugged his leash toward the bed at the end of the room, and he followed the magnificent woman obediently to receive punishment, his balls tingling as he studied the tremendous rear of her curvaceous feminine shape; she was every inch the archetypal governess, and he. Instead of being bubbly and light, it came out as stroking, soothing. ‘Just imagine that spiral, turning around and around. Focus all of your attention on the spiral, and just let your body relax a little. You can very easily just keep listening to my voice, relaxing and imagining the spiral as it draws your attention in.’ ‘Uh-huh,’ John said. The spiral really did seem to get more vivid in his imagination as Deanna spoke, going from just being a construct of his imagination to almost seeming. Being a Saturday night, the street is lively with patrons heading in and out of bars. More than once we’re stopped so people could pet the dogs. At these times it was all I could do to hold still and hope a breeze didn’t blow against my chest revealing the pattern of rope below the thin material. I’m getting more flushed and turned on by the minute, and as we head back on to the dark residential streets Patrick grabs my waist and crushes our bodies together, claiming my lips with ferocity that.