She'll no doubt be getting turned on by this, by the feel of your heat beneath her stockinged feet and by knowing she's being watched by her Mistress,...but she's sitting on a bench with no knickers on to catch her wetness. As the smooth nylon brushes over the now straining satin of your female knickers the myriad of emotions that you are feeling parade across your face. At a word from her Mistress she suddenly stops, and I lean forward to tell you to go into the Gents and replace the panties. So that's something less to worry about."I listened. I took in all this information. I was feeling very upset andhurt, and knowing that she was at least partially right in her analysis -made me feel even worse. I had become a liability. I was hard to havearound. I complicated matters for them all."Are you OK with knowing all this?" Mom asked. "It's OK if you need sometime to digest it. I'm sorry if you're hurt."I took a deep breath. I was fighting back the urge to yell at them andtell them off. " Each partner must have the physical power to bring about the most pain, and have enough tolerance and virility to maintain long periods of terrifying foreplay before finally sating their own urges.I am not sure how or when I became a slave to sexual pain, but it's now more a drug for me than anything else. It brings about a high, as well as serving a much greater purpose to me. Each slash of the whip on my skin or jolt of pain across my cheek have become almost...euphoric. I feel closer to. Tom looked down at the woman. She too was naked and perfectly formed in every way. Tom found himself drawn to this woman. He stepped forward and fell onto her, their genitals touching. Tom could feel the heat emerging from her hot pussy. His erection pushed in on the heat, teasing in and out. The woman was gorgeous, her perfect breasts lay beneath him. Tom found himself drawn to kiss her bosom, to embrace her womanhood with everything in him. His hips began to move against her as his manhood.