She is swaying as she looks at me and starts laughing hysterically. She laughs so hard that she staggers to the curb and sits down. Then she turns fro... laughter to bawling. I get up, sit beside her, and wrap my arms around her as she cries on my shoulder.“It’s okay,” I sooth. She reeks of alcohol.“My boyfriend broke up with me again,” she sobs. “My life is shit and not worth living.” I know that feeling as I remember the day I tried to end the pain.She starts to calm down. “Your life will get. Irealized the stepladder was one I had made for an online acquaintancefor her dungeon and had shipped to her a week earlier. Marie returnedand looked at my teary eyes and spoke. "Yes Silly Sissy Julie that isthe punishment ladder you made for Mistress Malicious. You rememberagreeing to build her a special dungeon setup. Don't you? She really ishappy with your work, but disappointed the advertised tests were notreally done, so she sent the gear back. And she's right outside andready to witness. I have a bit of a tummy and I'm not rich enough to drop money for a good control item, so I've come up with my own invention. It's cheap (about $30.00 total) and effective. I took out a roll of kitchen plastic wrap (the real clingy type) and wrapped it around my waist and lower ribcage. I followed this with clear packing tape pulled as taut as I could get it. On top of this, I put some flesh-colored medical tape, followed by a light coat of liquid latex. After blending the edges into my. “Oooooh.” I breathed into his mouth.He hit my ass Hard with his palm and left it there squeezing my cheek. It burned but it is what I deserved and what I needed. “Again.” I said. SLAP!!!“Yes.” I beggedSLAP!!!!!“Oh Fuck.” I moaned as I slid down his body to my knees. As I slid down him, I wrapped my fingers into his belt line and his pants came down with me. His cock came bouncing out of his jeans and hit me in the face. I gripped it and slapped it into my lips a few times before biting the tip.