I've been her Student for about 8 weeks now. She called me Trainee for a month first." I fumbled with the cork in the Merlot in the cabinet while she ...ot the glasses down. Sophie took the bottle from my hands, set it down, and stood in front of me holding both my hands. "You don't need to do this, you know." I shook my head. "She took pictures." I was near tears. "What if she shows Jennie?" I paused. "Or John?" "She will delete them if you ask." I hugged her. My heart was pounding, and not just. I am His canvas, His muse. He demands twenty spanks on the right ass cheek, I inflict the contact at his command. His voice, my hand, his marks. My body is His. My holes are His. He is my everything. The taboo world of bdsm and D/s relationships has been glinted at in mainstream literature. In the early 50’s, a woman hid behind a pen name and gave us “The Story of O”. And it was this intriguing tale that brought me into the web of leather and latex. O’s ability to submit entirely and live at. .. Suppose Jim were to walk in now, what would I do?" The way she had visualized it was totally different from the actuality of the party. It really didn't seem so very different from any party that she had been to except that everyone was wearing a mask... and, of course, there'd been that man in the tights and high heels. Earlier, she had imagined herself deep in conversation with some handsome, very attentive man. She had brought along a package of cigarettes in case she needed to do. She wraps her arms around me and fetches from behind me my long blonde hair, curling it around her fingers while giving me one of her naughty 'I want fucking' looks. The only way to get inside those dungarees is by undoing the three metal buttons at the side. I undo the buttons while kissing her and slide my hand inside and below the hem of the tee shirt. I find a pair of cotton knickers and slide my hand inside. Katya is already wet and I gently massage her soft shaved pussy, paying particular.