My Master speaks slowly, as He strokes my throbbing buttock. An incredible feeling of joy and belonging washes over me. i have never felt as truly lo...ed and understood as i do in this moment.i feel Him loosening the leather straps that are keeping my body taut, held in a hog-tie. i feel the binds attaching my wrists to my ankles being released, and i slowly straighten my stiff, aching legs. ?On your knees. Properly?. my Master orders.Every stretch, every slight movement is agony, and my right. I had to be satisfied kissing and fondling at the door.” “How much”, Dan asked? “How much kissing, or the fondling?” “Both, and how long?” “Maybe fifteen minutes of kissing, less than that fondling. I lifted my skirt for him; then I unzipped his pants.” Laura let her mind drift back to last night. “I didn’t fuck him out front, we both considered doing it, but we didn’t. We did just about everything short of fucking.” “I hope no neighbors were watching.” “I hope they were. If I am office gossip. ‘You do realise how seriously Starfleet takes racist attitudes, in light of the nature of the Federation and the role we play within it? Now, admittedly I’ve let some people make jokes about Caitians over the years, but those people have been family and close friends – and you’re definitely neither of those. As for the remarks about my time with the Bel-Zon-‘ ‘Sir, I didn’t mean to-‘ ‘Of course you did, and the fact that you did it twice, the second time knowing full well that your Captain and. You’re telling me that no one in this entire store thought that a customer could possibly want to eat olives? Olives! That not one competent individual could be bothered to check the expiry on a can of non-perishables. You do know that they actually DO perish, right? No, that can’t be what you’re saying.”“Miss, this really isn’t necessary. I would be more than happy to –“.“To what? ‘Offer me a discount’? A discount doesn’t put dinner on my table! I want,” she pushed her tongue into cheek and.