.. and this is so much better! this is my basement... and nobody can hear you scream down here. and we have all the time in the world.... and when i c...me, it won't be over some old photograph, i promise you that." and with that he let go of my head and started to tie my other leg up as the first one.I was laying on the table - completely helpless. Except wiggling my fingers I could barely move at all. the ropes cut into my skin as my body started to revolt agains the awkward position it was. ‘The merchants who were going to arrive at three PM today have rescheduled. They will arrive tomorrow. I have already compensated them for the order, and instructed them to be precise on your behalf.’ I say. She gives a nod, focused on her plate. ‘Do go on, Sean.’ I return the nod, and say ‘Likewise, I need to answer your mail at some point today, perhaps after breakfast if that would suite you. Otherwise, today is very much open, Miss Cia. The world truly is yours.’ She takes the last bite of. "This has nothing to do with whether they're hot or cold. When couples first get together and they're really, really getting it on, they start out with a hundred erotic activities. And then, as time passes, they being to feel that they just want to get right to it--'Honey, I'm so wild about you, I just want to do it'--and that's fine and that's great and that's how we get into this very fast sex, but it does something: It wreaks havoc with the erotic system. Because desire, we have now. 'Aaah. Oh. Oh.' As my bottom was flayed by the birch rods the fire inside me built steadily as the rods flashed across both cheeks, quicker and harder, until there were no more soft, tender strokes, just a barrage of hard swooshing strokes, rapid, painful strokes. My backside was being birched, hard, with no respite.Then it stopped. I panted, my mind numb, my backside scorched, aflame. I waited. Then the rods whispered across my punished cheeks again. I knew nothing but the sound and the soft,.