Her legs were very well defined and muscular due to her regular dance routines, I guess. When she wore high heels, they accented her ass to the highes... degree pushing her cheeks up and outwards.You will find this weird, I am sure, but, to me, her sexiest looking part were her big, round eyes. This woman knew how to apply her makeup like an artist. Her eyelids were usually shades of gold, black eyeliner, and very little blush. I always found myself staring at her eyes whenever she was facing. Diana watched all night, smiling at his agony, loving his obedience. She couldn’t wait for their next meeting. Sunday Tom looked at his bedside clock. 6:14 AM. He knew he wasn’t going to sleep any more. He had never been harder than he was now. Almost fourteen hours to go. He wasn’t even hungry…just horny. The day dragged on…it seemed more like 14 days. He didn’t even get dressed. He thought that maybe she would want him to be naked. He stayed in his apartment all day, naked, hard, not touching. "Yes, several things." Only then did it occur to me that maybe it wasn't appropriate to just go ahead and announce that I'd be going to Switzerland for the holidays and to Boston in January. Maybe slaves weren't supposed to do that. But then again, I wasn't sure whether I was a slave to begin with. I didn't even have much of a clue what the difference between a submissive and a slave was.So many questions. At least I had an idea where to start."Today one of the students took me aside and told. Her right hand moved from the backs of my legs across my buttocks. Her long fingernails created an amazing sensation and I feared that I may have an accident on my girlfriend’s skirt. Joanne looked down at me and then over to Pauline. Joanne gave a heavy sigh, raised her large right hand and in a second brought it down from a height, landing with a loud “crack!” across my right buttock. It took a second for the pain to register in my head but once it did I tried to get up. Joanne had dealt with.