I hadn’t been expressly forbidden to masturbate until then but I had been punished severely with the whip.The next weekend away he had chastised me ...n front of the club I had ?ben wah? inserted front & rear to wear all the time I wasn’t being fucked. The other girls had been horrified & afraid until the next weekend when they were similarly plugged. At the end of the night we had sobbed together in helpless frustration. While our masters enjoyed the bikini girls. We had sobbed together until. The minutes dragged by. I experimented a bit with how I was warming my wife. I found an interesting mode of warming Melanie but not the lake. I was cooling the water 1 cm away from Melanie's body, back down to the background temperature of the lake. Pumping heat from oblivion and pushing it back to oblivion 1 cm away, after a few seconds of practice it was easy to do. And the minutes dragged by... It was a very difficult endurance contest. Melanie's parents had insisted we study the boat's. I left the computer and went into the bedroom. After all, I wanted to try out my newly created spreader bar. I was so anxious.I had recently gotten quite busy making my place over into a fetish haven. New spreader bar, newly made bondage cross, newly made fuck bench, and I even altered my bed for someone to be tied spread eagle. I had hoped to find a Mistress to fulfill that fantasy for me. Alas, someday...I set out to take my photos. As I knew the bondage photos were going to take some doing. ’ Angela gave a mock ‘tut’ and said, ‘Well, get on with it then.’ The smile in her eyes told me all was well. So, with the backs of her knees over my shoulders, her legs spread wide and her hands in my hair I got on with it. I knew she was going to climax when her legs tightened around my ears, her back arched and her hands gripped tighter. She seemed to levitate and a gurgle came from somewhere deep within her and its tone rose to a sort of gentle wail before she gasped and her body relaxed. I.