" I stopped speaking."Continue Jessica."I couldn't believe it, a complete set up. As always Master had beentoying with his Sissy completely, my mind a...d body nothing but a toy forhim to use and abuse.I started to chuckle and before long laugh for the first time in a while.It was a laugh of insanity.a MR PISSTAKER!.I couldn't control myself. I wouldn't have fell for this trap, how did Ifall for this. Master had won and he knew it. I couldn't fight with himat all not with my diminishing mind, not. (Thank you Sir for allowing me this)My hand pressed hard against my pussy, pressure making my clit throb in a pleasurable way.(I was naughty though. I have a fetish I really enjoyed during masturbation) My clit swollen, aching and feeling so good I pinch a wooden clothes pin on my clit. The initial moment of pain triggers my pussy to tighten and the sensation travels through my body as my sensory turns it from pain and bonds it with pleasure. My cunt is no longer mine to control.You are with. About 6 months ago Kat was away for the week on a work related course. One evening I decided to go onto a gay/bisexual chat room and eventually got chatting to a guy called Danny; he told me he was bisexual and enjoyed playing the dominant role during sex. Danny had a girlfriend but she was unaware of his bisexual activities. Danny lived about 60 miles away from me but when I mentioned I was alone in the house for the week he suggested travelling to my town and meeting up. I asked for a picture. The other hand was buried down the front of her tight jeans, obviously masturbating hard. Dee crawled over and sat beside the girl fascinated by her single-minded attention to her cunt amidst the carnage of sweaty bodies. Dee asked what she was reading, and the girl huskily replied that it was a fantastic porn story by Kysa Braswell called "Bang the Teen Slowly" about a 13-year virgin called Clarice, and the wicked neighbours who d**gged her and ****d by a German shepherd dog called Miller..