. appealing to their abuser, and so when the memories were fresh, he'dgo back into the habit again, as if he could ward them off with a whiffof body o...or.He'd done much the same thing with the Body, eating a great deal and notexercising, trying desperately to create a body armor of fat to keepthem both safe.She finished the task, dried off, and then went back to the bedroom toput on her outfit for the day.Relishing her freedom to do so, she picked out a bra, panties, nylons,skirt, and blouse,. She’d squirm and then buck hard on my face, gushing her pussy juices on my nose cheeks and lips. She would rest a second and I’d always move up and kiss her.About two weeks after the asparagus incident, she had a great orgasm from my tongue. When I came up to kiss her, she held my head and licked her juices from my face. She had been so wet, her juices dribbled down my chin. She took the two fingers of my right hand that I used on her and she sucked them dry. Then she rolled me over on my tummy. " I'm ready Mistress," he said."No, that won't do either. A mistress is someone who has an affair with a married man. Do I look like a slut to you? If you ever imply that again, you will suffer greatly. No, I am more than just your master now. I am your Lord, your Goddess. You may address me by either of those titles." Yes Goddess." he said, almost drooling.I tied him up using leather bonds, and started using some of the techniques I had learned of alternating between pain and pleasure. I kept. She let her underthings fall and stepped decorously out of them, “Pick them up!” she ordered.“In due course Madam,” I replied and I put my free arm around her and pulled her to me as I kissed her neck.“Stop!” she hissed, as I caressed her left breast. Her nipple stirred.“You were jealous when I kissed Lady Jane,” I whispered, “You want to be loved.”“Well certainly not by you,” she replied crossly. Her body had other ideas. Her rapidly thawing quim was moistening and my thumb edged slowly inside.