I propped my bike against the fence and walked over to her, I couldn’t help noticing she kept glancing at my groin as I was walking toward her. “I...��ve not seen you in your cycling gear before those are a bit tight aren’t they!” I was shocked by her bluntness but I replied “That’s why they’re called tights I guess.” We laughed and made small talk for a couple of minutes, Emma asked “How long will you be out riding for?” I replied “I’m not sure maybe 3 hours maybe longer.” She then shocked me. ” Wishes said and squeezing my arm she walked back to the living room.I looked down at the envelope in my hands and the evening kind of made a bit more sense to me now. My more assertive lovemaking, the strange edgy feeling, the irritation at apparently imagined slights and my current lassitude. I was building up to my first period for the new me. Retreating to the bathroom I opened the packet and removed a sanitary towel that looked like it was far smaller than the ones that Maddie used to. Each blow gradually increased in velocity, leaving red marks and welts on my body.No more beating, but time for her strap-on. I was told to grip my ankles, and my wrist cuffs were attached to my ankle cuffs, leaving my whipped arse at my Mistress' mercy. She slipped into her device with a suitably large 'cock.' Sam liberally lubed my arse and Mistress, then she inserted her 'cock' into it and proceeded to fuck her bitch for all she was worth. I couldn't help myself from screaming, a mix of. Tim’s breathing grew frantic. He stopped Amy and said, “okay, one more lesson.”Amy leaned back on her knees. Tim pulled the blankets back and crawled in. Amy crawled in too.They met in the middle and kissed for a while, both rubbing each other’s privates.Then Amy said, “What’s the next lesson?” She hoped it was Tim Frenching her, but she didn’t know. Tim seemed to be thinking it over. Then he pushed Amy onto her back. He tugged at her shorts and she lifted her butt and he pulled them off. Then.