She hated having sex with him unless she was giving him "used" pussy.He was on the phone when she walked in the door and she heard him say, "Got to go... The wife is home. I'll talk with you later."When he hung up she thought for a second that he had a guilty look on his face. Probably talking to one of his honeys arranging to see her on his next trip. The thought that he might have been talking to one of his whores pissed her off and she said:"You're on your own for dinner tonight. I have a hell. However, that's not her only tool for her personal humiliation. Wedgies, wetting, and many other things she practices. And she is constantly searching for more.Her mother, Queen Sofia, knows of this personal pleasure, and thinks it's a great way of bonding with her subjects. Often her mother helps out her daughter with public spankings or other humiliating punishments. Or if caught on a good day, she will join her daughter in the public acts of embarrassment.This is where the story. Alena came and sat like a proper lady in front of me. A nude, proper lady. Knees together and turned to the side. She looked thirteen and not nineteen. Barely there tits, smooth as silk skin. No tan lines. No pubic hair. Angel eyes and the devils lips, she was as different as her mother in looks as night and day with her blonde almost white hair. She was the exact same as Mistress in attitude, cunning and wickedness. I loved them. I wanted them. I was glad to serve them. Mistress. .. getting me more and more turned on.He was getting hornier and hornier too... I was a perfect candidate for him, he really liked the idea of turning a str8 boy for his first time, totally seducing and dominating a helpless guy. We clicked so well online, seemed to be perfect for each others fantasies... the words would turn each other on so perfectly. As we were chatting we kept throwing up the temptation of meeting up that very evening... this made it the most erotic and horny experience.