It was at Maspeth that I had the time and space to do some dominatrix gigs. You’d be surprised at how much sexual guilt survives into this so-called...enlightened age of ours. Of course, my beatings and chidings of them simply inspired most of them to masturbate further when they got home on those evenings.There were two basic ways to inflict punishment on them: over my knees or having them bend over something like a desk. Sometimes they would just bend over and grab their own ankles. I rarely. The mages and bola launchers had joined the battalion down below us, ready to down the Archdemon as soon as it was in range.We had an awkward ‘last supper’, no one wishing to appear too grim, but everyone knowing that any one of us could be missing from our next group meal. Conversation was stilted, and finally after enough uncomfortable silence, I asked a question I’d been dying to ask since we’d left Haven, but hadn’t had the guts. It seemed a good enough distraction to justify the discomfort. She admitted to herself this was nothing like her husband's, it was massive. Before she knew what was happening, he moved on top of her, sliding his cock into her slick pussy. She moaned again as he stretched her, causing her to make little gasps of pleasure as he slid deeper, inch by inch. Hot steamy sex - that is what she needed; nothing else mattered except this man. They kissed as he pulled back nearly all the way out before he settled into a steady rhythm of pumping back and forth, his. " Dean was puzzled, not just by what she said, but by the huskiness of the petit girl's voice. The other said nothing; even her giggling was a gesture, and her responses to the others were nods and body language. He was taken through the grand house to a huge room where a matriarchal woman sat on a throne-like chair, two more maids flanked the throne, humbling themselves in kneeling before her with their heads down. The mature woman grinned wickedly on seeing the recently acquisition of her.