For me writing those stories was almost a form of masturbation, as it gave me great pleasure.One day, however, things changed. Things changed big time... I had stayed home from school, telling my mom I wasn't feeling well. The real reason was so that I could stay home and finish the story I was working on. It was almost an addiction. At sometime during the day there was a knock on the door. I answered it without even looking to see who it was, expecting the neighbor or some friend of my moms.. She did this for a while then as he felt himself about to come he removed himself from her mouth and shot his cum all over her face. He rubbed the cum on her face making sure she was covered in an even layer and then wiped the remainder of cum onto her tits. He then instructed her to lick all the last bits of cum off of him. He then told her to get on all 4s and stay still so the clamps didnt swing. He removed the left clamp and put it back on her clit. He left her in that position while he got. . we would both like... the chance if we had one together. That is true correct Ma'Lady?" Bartand asked.Pixie simply nodded."Uh huh." She moaned.Bartand felt his manhood grow in his breeches, as his eyes wandered all over her body from her stockings to her chest."What... if I did take such a chance with you Ma'Lady? In the VERY near future I would say?" Bartand enquired.Pixie deliberated her choice of words again."I would not say no Bartand, and I would really like if you did take the chance.... Master asked, ‘Do you know what you did wrong, bitch?’ ‘I swallowed His cum without His permission, Sir. I was a bad thing to do and this worthless slut who does not know her place deserves to be punished,’ i answered. ‘What else?’ He asked. ‘Please punish me, please beat me, please make me feel pain so that i’ll remember not to do it again,’ i added, thinking by ‘what else’ He meant that i needed to beg to be beaten. ‘There’s more than that, bitch.’ replied Master. I looked at him in a way to.