It was disgusting and she wouldnt even talk about it, making clear that the subject was never going to up for discussion. And there we had left it for...3 years. Now she wasnt sure whether I wanted her bum in quite the way she thought. Now seemed like a perfect time to test her. I kept my hand on her bottom, then using the finger still wet from the juices of her pussy I wiggled until I found the puckered little entrance to her arse. Her whole body stiffened suddenly in response, but she said. Looking forward to your reviews.Chapter 1Ten months agoRachel looked around herself and found people from all walks of lifecasually gathered together and enjoying their time. If someone hadlooked at the gathering without the context, it would have seemed tobe a normal day at the club. The context, however, was defined on theboard set up by the entryway. This was a munch i.e. this was agathering of people who were into the BDSM lifestyle.Munches were good ways for the people in the community to. When it came time to pay particular attention to her pussy, she made sure she was smooth and slick - she knew that Master liked her shaved smooth. She began thinking about him and she could feel herself getting turned on. He had definitely kept her libido up and she'd had more sex with him than she'd ever had with anyone. She recalled some of the exploits that she had been through with him and she felt her desire rising. She began unconsciously fingering herself as her mind wandered back. Reaching into her tote, she pulled out a leather strap split down the middle, with a handle attached, which she handed to me. Then, dropping her skirt, she walked over to the couch in my office, now clad only in the camisole, stockings and garter, heels, and a black lace thong. Straddling the back of the couch so that her legs were spread and her buttocks in almost a presentation of penitence, she calmly stated, “I propose that you punish my ass.” Tawse in hand, I walked over, for the first.