I'm going to leave you there for another half hour, then your pussy gets the cat. Think about that while you wait." I placed the gag back in her mouth... and left the room. I lay in bed to read a bondage magazine. Before I realized it, it had been nearly an hour before I got back to Mercedes. Quickly I released her, rubbed life back into her arms and legs. Merce could hardly talk. When she had begun to recover from her ordeal, I reminded her of the gift that her cunt was promised. She sat on the. I would take my time between slaps, giving Bitch time to anticipate them. Almost from the beginning she had tears running down her face. After the first five slaps on each side, I took her face into my hand and wiped her tears out of the way.“All that crying you do makes my work area wet. Can’t have that now, can we?”Then I finished the last slaps. It was a relatively light punishment, even though her face had taken on a deep red color.“You did well. Go to bed now.”Bitch crawled out of the room. She was always in charge. She decided what happened. And with whom. Whose dick she sucked, who fucked her, who sucked her. And she spent hours every day writing in her diary, every single detail, every single time. Even the thought that even one person had seen it, read it, made her sick to her stomach. But what if everyone who knew her read it. She'd never ever be able to show her face in town again. Her life would be ruined.But be Robbie's slave! Oh, god, how could she!!! She just hated him. As she was telling me this, her pussy was squirming and I could smell her delightfully fragrant juices.I was teasing her, building her arousal until I knew she was going mad with lust and need, so I ignored her pleas, and my tongue continued caressing her beautiful globes. I took one in my mouth, sucking on it and flicking the nipple with the tip of my tongue, and did the same for the other delectable gland.Back and forth, my mouth went and whichever of these twin beauties wasn't being sucked.