He wants to be her slave. Well, part of him does. Donald knows he still likes to be in control, but for her to be his mistress, disciplining him and ...aking him pleasure her, this is the other side of the coin he never explored before.Donald does still feel much guilt and remorse for the hurt he caused Emma. Between bites full of food, he tries to tell her.“Emma, I am sorry I have hurt you this way. Last night I was so afraid you would not return, and I realized how empty my life would be. "Just say for now that I discovered what they had done to me. The night of Lisa and Tracy's party they put a drug in the tea they offered me and it made me powerless to resist those boys. Tonight I found out that two of the boys brought more of the drug to Sheila's and I was able to turn the tables on them. Now I have the evidence and graphic proof of what it can make people do. I'm free! There will be no further "punishment" and we don't have to worry about the pictures of me ever getting. I can see from her face that she knew what I was doing and was loving every second of it. I started walking her out of the closet while she was on all fours. I pick Zoe up by her waist and throw her on my son’s bed. I needed a better angle to facefuck this ball addict so I pull her head down to the end of the bed. Zoe was on her back with her head hanging off the edge and those perfect big milky tits to the ceiling. I shove my dick back down her throat and place both my hand on her giant boobs. Keeping it ready.The master didn't use the whip often, which is why it required these weekly attentions. But regular attention had the dual purpose of also keeping her focused on the instrument of her punishment, should she choose to disobey. Disobedience was always a choice, he told her often. A choice she was free to make, knowing the consequences of her actions. A whipping was hers for the asking.She had cried the first time he told her that, as he held the whip in his hands and waited for.