Carla's eyes were glued on them. I asked Carla, "Can we adjust this somehow not to show so much boob?" You want attention, Carol, that dress will get ...t. You have my attention."I just gave her one of those looks like 'simmer down, girl'. The gown had a slit to mid-thigh, and I thought I could handle that. I could never tell Joe about this gown or the sheer dress, but I wanted them. I told Carla, "I will take this one and the sheer." Is Carol planning on getting laid? Your old man still can't. I keep rubbing until it feels like my clit is going to explode from the combination of pain and pleasure and then I stop, gasping for breath.I'm upset that I didn't cum, but then remember you'd instructed me not to.Instantly a wave of guilt comes over me for even trying to cum without your consent.I put a clip on my other nipple and squeeze them both until it brings tears to my eyes.I hit my clit and the pain is unbearable.I stop for a second, and try to think of what you'd want me to do.I. "Mm-mmh" she replied. "We can't have that" I said, grabbing the whip from the closet. "We're going to count to ten, you and I" I said, and started whipping her behind.For each count, I increased the force. At the end her ass was glowing red. Her breathing had intensified.I pulled her gag ball out of her mouth, letting it dangle below her jaw. "You will always ask for permission before you orgasm, understood?" I told her. She nodded. "Yes master, I'm sorry master".I removed her buttplug really. She joined my mother in the kitchen and left me and my uncle alone."You see? Familiarity breeds contempt. My fault, of course, showed myself to be vulnerable; offered one finger, she took the whole foot, it's typical. Women are essentially cruel and rightfully so. But tell me, how do you feel about this fellow, what's his name, Frank?" Right now I can't tell you," I said. "Everything seems upside down." That's a good sign, serious doubt implies serious feelings. If you'd mouthed the usual.