During one particularly demanding session she threw herself across the whipping bench and opened her arse crack wide with both hands."Whip me down the...crack. Use a riding crop and make sure the end goes low enough to cut into my clitoris, please Master. I just love you to whip me," she implored him.Hiss ... CRACK!The crop rose and fell deep into her arse, cutting hard on to the well-oiled puckered brown sphincter, between the labia and the tip curled out of sight. She lifted clean off the bench. I longed to taste every part of her and when she realisedwhat joy that gave me she willingly obliged every submissive quirk I hadand began to revel in the erotic power she had over me. She began toteach me how to become feminine, how to dress like a girl and how to makemy young face into a palate that, with the right application of makeup,could be made into a facsimile of a young girl.Thereafter I became not only her occasional lover, but her willingservant. I took over all the household chores. An oppressive presence was suddenly with them in the clearing and he began to think that perhaps this was a bad idea."Oh, now you think it a bad idea?!" a booming male voice asked in something close enough to Gaelic that he understood it. "There are reasons we weaned you off of blood sacrifice, silly mortal. You are lucky that I have been waiting for this or I would make you and your foolish friends pay for this dearly, whether your priestess here is Airmid's daughter or not."There was a gasp. Honey stared, glassy eyed, as though it was the first cock she had ever seen. I looked down at her, and Honey then looked up at me smiling asking why it had taken me so long to come back. My cock was hard in her hands, pulsating from excitement, waiting for her next action. She looked at it with lust in her eyes, the only way a woman who knew what she longed for could look. There was a purpose between her and my cock that only she could possibly explain, I did know that I was about to be.