Now hold still and let me undress you. You're the man of the house and this is your evening. I am the woman of the house now and it's my job to take c...re of you." But..." No Buts."Frank knew when he was beaten and just stood there. Amy pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside. She then ran her hands up under his T-shirt feeling his strong hairy chest. She made sure to rub her tits against him as she pushed the T-shirt over his head. She then knelt in front of him, undid his belt, and pulled his. His turn-on seemed to be anything he could force on her, and she would like it. He was always in charge, always calling the shots, always overriding her initial feelings. She was expected to remember what he liked, and do it for him without being told.He called her Bambi. He said it suited her. She felt particularly humiliated by this, she'd known a woman named Bambi who was a prostitute. When he learned this he was particularly proud of himself. She was only to answer to Bambi whenever anyone. Not quite yet.”As she starts to protest I slip the “egg” into her vagina using her juices to moisten it.“HAAAPTTT!” she gasps. “What is that?”“Not to worry. Just a little surprise.” I then pick up the butterfly clamp and carefully attach the clamps to her outer lips, securing the “egg” in place.“OUCH! WHAT IS THAT??? IT HURTS!!!! TAKE IT OFF!!!!”“Suck it up. It’s not that bad. Besides you will forget it soon enough.”Next are the nipple & clit clamps. I gently squeeze and pull her right nipple. Streaks of gray highlighted her red hair in a not very attractive fashion.Violence temporarily over, Corrine watched her latest failed boyfriend stagger across the street to his old junker and drive away. Loneliness piled in as she contemplated another Christmas alone and bereft. Family was not an option. After a childhood of ever-increasing abuse at the hands of her mother’s parade of “uncles,” Corrine finally found the courage to run away and never looked back. The streets were a step up for.