Those clamps were discipline and the hurt was horrific and not sexual at all. I was on my knees then; unsure of how I got there. Gasping and panting, ...ith my wrists behind my back, the tension between the two clips was unbearable. I tried in vain to bring my shoulders forward and ease my suffering. His calm words and sure hands soothed me through the worst of it. Calling me his bitch, his whore, his pain slut, stoking the flames of my devotion until I accepted his correction. Rubbing my face. ."she paused once more to enjoy his upset."Well Miss Caplan this is outrageous and cannot be tolerated. I demand you to stop these activities at once or leave this building the soonest. Slavery is barbaric and antiquated. I don't even think it is legal! " It is legal if both parties agree to it. And before judging someone’s attitude you must first at least try it once. And please call me Donna..." said is a soothing voice."What is it that you mean, Donna? Try to feel what is like to be a slave. Miller told me I could go upstairs get it and leave, not talking to Lauren who was being punished. After I retrieved my book bag from Lauren’s room, which was empty. I left Lauren’s room, but ran into her in the hallway and then she was red faced and obviously had been cryingI walked right by her and made eye contact, but did not speak. Just as I was getting ready to descend the stairs I heard“Pssssss” I turned my head back to Lauren, who had pulled down her pants and panties, just below her. I saw lust in her eyes but I don’t want to have her in sudden so I let the massage game play. She again came back and lay upside down. This time I gained courage and removed my shirt and vest. Since she is closing her eyes she is unaware of my topless. While sitting on the ass I pressed and caressed her ass a number of times. And I massaged her whole back and told her that I am going to remove her bra hooks as it may get spoiled. Without her permission I unhook her bra and widened that. Her.