She calmed under histouch, pulling herself together, knowing he was not yet done with her when heleft her gag in place. She ached all over, her back a...d legs from the strain ofher position, tits from the restricted blood flow and the caning that markedthem, pussy throbbing, swollen in response to the whipping he had given it, andleaking juices that told of the arousal she felt in response to his torment. Steppingback between her legs, he stroked her soaking slit with a single finger,teasing,. He felt my anxiety and my quickened heart rate and he stopped for a moment. He lay on his side as I was rigidly lying on my back. My hands were balled up so tightly that my nails had broken the skin and blood leaked down my fingers. He had noticed it and he sat up. He lifted my hand to examine it and had his head cocked to the side, intrigued by the pain I was inflicting on myself. He pried my hand open and looked into my eyes. He took my palm to his mouth and began lapping up the blood. He. Linda still looked nervous so I gave her a hug. When they knocked on the door I opened it wide and invited them inside. They each said Hi and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Patrick was wearing black dress pants and a tight fitting grey turtle neck under his blazer. His shoes looked new and man did he smell as good as he looked. His outfit was really stylish and classy, with a slight sheen to it. Peter had on a an open collared dress shirt that was light blue and matched his eyes. It was really. , “ my only strength and I tried to cover myself.Maybe this was tradition in Germany, my new home and now I was utterly naked in front of a stranger.Putting her hands on my hips she turned me toward her and squatted down to hold my under pants indicating I should lift my feet out. She, like some kind of servant confused me for the nature of the situation. She so quickly had me bare naked in her control.When I’d followed her wishes she slowly began to stand but stopped as she noted something on.