The leash was attached to the red collar of Her soon to be slave, who was on all fours and crawling obediently behind Her as She commanded. slave alwa...s followed and never led. Leading was the role of Mistress alone and slave's sole purpose was to follow and obey.slave looked like the perfect bride. he was wearing all white as demanded from Mistress, but a dress was not a part of the wardrobe. slave wore bra and panties, a garter belt, thigh high stockings, and high heeled shoes, in addition to. With an impish look, you grabbed my belt and tugged at it until it came undone. As you pulled at the zipper, my hand reached for the seat adjustment to slide it all the way back.Pulling my shorts down past my knees, you took my stiff cock into your hand as it sprang forth, immediately stroking it like a teenager being naughty for the first time on lover's lane. I kissed you deeply as I knew you could taste yourself as my tongue explored your mouth.You then lowered your face to my lap as your. She leads me to a shower room to get my wounds cleaned up. I'm more with it, and she removes my collar. I look over my shoulder at myself in a mirror and see thick, raised, welts covering me from my backside downwards. Some were bleeding, open cuts, and it looks terrible, but I feel a sense of pride and achievement. I have pleased her.Her hands carefully wash the wounds clean; the water tinged pink from the blood. She then applies a small amount of cream delicately which stings, but I enjoy the. Now my wife was completely naked standing on a riverside in Paris. She came to me and held my cock which was bursting to come out of my shorts and kissed me. It took all my effort to not ejaculate.“Take you phone and take my pictures.”Her wish was my command. My wife modelled naked as I clicked pics. After a few pics, she went inside the river. I knew the water must be cold but that didn’t stop her. I took more pics of her.My wife was now wet and dripping. My cock had gone nuts. How could it.