Her crystal clear blue eyes could command total devotion from any submissive or wench. If one would see her in vanilla attire, one's thoughts would co...jure up a Texas cheerleader. The kind of clean-cut gal that you would want to bring home to mom. When dressed in her red and black corset, thigh high black nylons attached to the corset's garters, and her hair slicked back in a aggressive professional style, she was no longer the cheerleader. She was the coach of the football team. A team where. I had never even imagined seeing her with one. Jane looked foreboding as she stood looking at me with the crop gripped tightly in her hand. Not only did she look foreboding she looked incredibly sexy; she looked the part; she looked like a dominatrix. I trembled as I looked at her but my cock also stiffened to full erection. Jane looked down at it and smiled. I stood rigid on the spot as she stepped up close to me. “Do you like being cuckolded Mark?” I nodded. My mouth felt dry. “Do you?” . "Well ... Okay ... It's not so much that, as what happened next. Far from spanking him, like a prim and proper Christian mother should, I just smiled and let him wantonly grope me. Then I looked him in the eyes and asked him, 'What would you like, Master?' Remember, he'd asked me what was cooking. And that's how I replied! I called him 'Master!'" Hmmm," Suzanne muttered while lying there on the floor. She acted like she was seriously considering that "disturbing" development. In fact she was. ." Steady, boy! I can punish you for rudeness, you know!"He looked at me again, and went on "Look, for some reason, in spiteof your manners and lack of co-operation, I've taken a liking toyou! So let me give you some advice." First, the talking thing. They really will punish you if youinterrupt, or ask questions, or comment.... It's strictlyfor acknowledging masters' questions for the slaves at the boss'splace. And secondly, if you do speak, always be respectful - ifyou'd sounded off at one of.