When I glanced at the alarm clock, I saw that it was only 6:52 in the morning, but I was instantly awake. I didn’t feel sick myself, so I figured it...wasn’t food poisoning. I was worried about her well-being and I followed her, asking her if she was all right.She tried to answer, but before she could, she turned around and, while facing the toilet on her knees, she threw up again.I started to panic and wondered if I should call an ambulance, or take her to the hospital. I handed her a warm, wet. My hands felt her clitoris,erect.. I started playing with it. Gave it gentle rubs.Now slowly I inserted one finger inside her wet hole. It slipped in with ease. I started giving gentle strokes with one hand on her clitoris stimulating it. She was playing with her boob and licking it while I was doing so. Now I made the strokes faster. She was moaning in pain. I pushed another finger in she was shouting in pain.Now I was searching for her g-spot. I found it and started circling it. She was. I told her to jump in and take a shower next and that I would have a surprise waiting for her in bed when she got out. I handed her a clean towel and lead her to the guest bathroom down stairs.As Ty was getting clean I was preparing my surprise in the bedroom. Louisa had arrived earlier and hopped in the shower with me. I had her lie on the bed with a blindfold on. She had no idea what was in store for her. As she was lying there I connected our restraint system to her arms and legs. We have. Still turning it aroundand around, doubling it this way then that, listening to a voice - hisvoice - remind me with a smile to not use the buckle end. I smile tomyself, still feeling a bit silly about that after all this time, but I promiseit made sense at the time . . . that, and it felt good. Even now I can remember sitting on the edge of a differentbed, in a different town years ago with this same belt, arguing with myself. What person in their right mind would whip themselves on the mere.