He kept swinging as she crawled around and around him until she was panting and grunting and snorting between squeals. She fell to the floor twisting ...nd turning under his blows. The crop lands mercilessly wherever skin is exposed, breasts, stomach legs and hips, back and thighs, feet and ass as she rolled and thrashed on the floor.“What, PIG, had enough? You have enough yet, greedy bitch?” Falling on her as she lay on her back he lifted her legs and held them wide. The crop landed hatefully on. I wanted to know that she loved me enough to put herself in my hands, to cede control to me. I admit it—I’m twisted, I’m warped. That kind of thing is important to me. It speaks to me of trust and love and deep devotion. She claimed she couldn’t give that to me because it didn’t speak to her in the same way it did to me. Fine. I could respect that if it were true. But since that time she pushed my hand away, her claim that she couldn’t give that kind of love to me was starting to seem more like. ?Ok, 790, lucky it missed your feet. Pick it up, get moving!? The frightened youth scrabbled for the block and stumbled on, bent almost double with the residual pain. A few seconds lost on that circuit, but hell were those seconds made up on the next two runs. The next time I pressed the button, the cry was similar, but he kept things together, the shock merely slowing his pace for a few steps. I experimented with the machine, turning down the intensity of the shock, but increasing the. Now just a small amount of make up, put on my wig (blackshoulder length) and I was ready..but for what? I almost panicked as the knock came on the door .... what if it wasn'thim but someone to turn down the bed..I looked through the peep hole."Oh my god I hope this is him." Also fully dressed and looking gorgeousin a long dress with high-heeled sandals and a blond wig cut to theneck. I whipped open the door and just stopped myself pulling her in andjumping on top of her. She came over and gave.