I thought about my wife, Seala, back at my townhouse near San diego. She was submissive and scared of me, and never argued when i went out of town for...'business'. sometimes i would be gone for months at a time. a firecracker slave is hot, but takes time to break in, and i wasnt in the mood of risking my dick getting bitten off. i would rather have a nice slow, tear soaked blow job.'does your wife know where you are?' she asked quietly.'oh fuck, jason, make her shut up.' i complained. a blow to. While we smoked and waited for Mummy I asked whyshe wanted her voice so high.She explained it would lower some as she talked more and more but itwould be much more feminine but right now it felt like she had a sorethroat. Mummy came out as we finished our cigarettes and we got in herbattleship of a car to go to the salon.The salon was now a comfort zone for me and I really felt at home there. Missy was the center of attention with her new boobies and voice. Shelavished in all the complements.. At the grips, they measured about three quarters of an inch.From there they tapered to slender thongs at their tips which lay trailingon the ground. Not lethal, these implements, but much more powerful than theprevious straps, they would increase the level of injury and the level of painfor the young victim. The second phase was about to begin. The faceless executioners readied themselves,waiting for the signal to proceed. It came after the required time, with anod from the officer in command.. Several times, in doing this M, tore me some moans but the pain had the desired effect as my mistress could verify by passing her hand between my legs to gauge the hardness of my penis. Following the session, M untied me and dragged me by the end of my penis in front of a mirror in which, turning around at his command, I could see that they were streaked and scarlet. A mingled pain of pleasure radiated my nipples, the tip of my penis, my buttocks .... I loved that M marks me and its imprint..