When we got back home, I helped her with her shopping into her house and started to help unpack it. I picked up the stockings and asked'Did you mean t... get stockings? or did you pick them up by accident?''ohhh no, I like to wear stockings, i've been told I have good legs for my age' responded caroline.'Do you like a woman in stockings' she askedI stood there stunned at first and didn't know what to say and caroline then hitched her skirt up and said'so? what do you think?'I looked at her nylon. Could I stop it if I wanted or was I too far gone? Did I want him to see it so that I got punished? Those two simple words rattling around my head 24 hours a day – “Punish me”. Do I live for me, for him, for sex or for the sweet pain. I know that my pain is not excessive, it is not scarring mentally or physically, it is not unbearable, it is just aimed at my own tolerance levels. What do I like the most? The actual physical side or the anticipation? I function perfectly well away from. Do you understand!" He replies "Yes Mistress". Chantel is in only thigh high leather boots and a smile on her blood red lips. She tells him to clean her boots, starting at the heel. He begins to lick them, slowly working his way up to her thigh. He is forced back down to the ground by the heel on the other boot. "Stay"! She commands. She grabs the leather cuffs off her table of torture, tells him to put his hands behind his back. He does as commanded and she secures them into place. Austin. " He yanked his hand away when he saw his cum leaking from her pussy, "what the fuck is wrong you, you pervert! She is unconscious and damn it, I hope she's not pregnant." He managed to avoid touching her pussy as he pulled the thong on and sighed with relief to have the tempting pussy covered and out of sight, even if just barely. The bra was actually easier which surprised him and figured it was just a favorable design for what he needed. The shirt though, not so much. "Cannot believe she.