I fixed myself a double Manhattan in a big glass with lots of ice. I surveyed the view. Glorious. No neighbors nearby either. Private.Finishing the dr...nk, I fixed myself another and grabbed a bottle of Veuve Clicquot champagne from the chiller and a couple of long stem glasses.I took off my clothes, grabbed the alcoholic refreshments and headed downstairs.I punched the code into our room before I entered it. There she was. 30-years old of glorious beauty, 20-years my junior. I was blessed with. She had totally enjoyed the experience, so for that too, she wished to be chastised after her main punishment but to ensure her marking, it must be with a studded belt. She went on; “I desperately want you to ‘mark’ my soft white skin as your signature, I want to carry scars of your "corrective treatment" with me for the rest of my life as a mark of my own determination and to mark myself as a lower order female species giving out as a clear message to any man that sees them that they must take. Willows provided shady spots, while poplars flanked the road like sentries. At the end of the path lay the High Lord’s manor. Its rooms too numerous to count, it rose from the flat land like a white vision, five stories of timber and brick. Inside, halls opened into libraries and parlors, ballrooms and formal dining rooms, conservatories and stillrooms. Its attics were warrens of treasures, each with its own caretaker. It was the third floor though that held the High Lord’s true treasures, and. There was a crowd at door i was in midst of the crowd. In my front there was a middle aged man between 35-40 age he had beard and was having a suitcase in his hand .As the station came closer people started pushing i was like vegei in between sandwich.2 minutes was left to reach station suddenly i felt something touching my cock.i realised it was the man ahead me he was rubbing my cock i did not had any control my cock got rock hard.i am straight but i was enjoying the play. Soon my station.