A Christian woman does not wear garments which "divide the legs", and I couldn't have put on slacks over my cast, anyway. I kept my knees pressed to...ether. Near the top, sweating with exertion, the ponies stopped for a moment, taking deep breaths. I could only imagine the effect, pain or pleasure, of the pressure of the strap against their genitals, but it seemed as if it must be brutal torture, so humiliating. Benito impatiently cracked the whip, first in the air and then against Blue's. I ask you where your bedroom was and you tell me. I instruct you to stay there on your knees until I got back. Several minutes go by and I know you are waiting, and wanting so bad to get started. I come back to the room and come up behind you asking you to stand and take off your clothes, and instruct you not to turn around. You stand and strip off your dress exposing yourself to me without question. You feel something strange around your neck it gets tighter and you hear a snap. You realize. I finished my wine in a gulp, got up and took his mouth with mine, thanking him verbally. I then took up his plate and glass He put out a hand to stop me, but I protested.“Please and serve, remember? It is what I want.” I kissed him, feeling his hand on my naked ass. “Dr. Jenna might be a good idea. We both have some adjustments to make. I need to settle into being focused on pleasing and serving. You need to be comfortable in directing me while keeping the situation safe.” His hand slipped. Take my fucking cum in your slutty face.” After he was done, he rested against the bars, leaving his cock against her tongue to lick at his remaining drops of semen.After both their breaths calmed and she sobered up, she was ready to fight. The anger and disbelief at what just happened were more than she could cope with. The way he talked to her was beyond unacceptable. She didn’t even know how she would confess this to the minister next Sunday. The worst part is that she had lost herself on.