This shows progress in her development, she figured, but she clearlydisobeyed.The ironing wasn't done bad, but of course some improvement wasnecessary... Time to become Mistress instead of Miss. A punishment dresswas chosen earlier, she knew she would need it. Surfing on the Internetshe found what she was looking for. A little girls chiffon dress, brightpink with numerous ruffles. Short, so spanking would be no effort.She took several whips and brushes from her private closet. Alwayslocked, to. He gets so jealous you know."Annie laughed, "Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me. John won't hear a word about this from me. So can we get started?" Oh my. So impatient today. Okay Mr. Guy you can set up your things over there. And Annabeth you know what to do." Annabeth," I asked quietly, more to myself than to anyone else.Annie grimaced, "Oh that's actually my full first name. Annie is more of a nickname. Sorry I forgot to mention that earlier." So what's going on here?" I asked.Charles. When I first expressed my like towards BDSM she gave a crunching smile and said, “We are made for each other.” She is more of a dominant type but her love towards me is immeasurable. We do roleplay as both me as a slave and her as a dominant and vice-versa. But all this was within the 4 walls of our bedroom. Even though we got married, we both flirted with our opposite-sex people. We provoke them a lot towards sex with a strict rule of only flirting and no physical. We read each other’s chat. "Rub it on MY COCK slave !" mmmmmmmmmmmmm my mouth starts to water with COCK need , my hands tremble in lust as i reach out with both hands to GRASP that LOVELY Delicious tasting HARD PIECE OF COCK MEAT !!! My hands stroke the HUGE GLISTENING SHAFT as I frantically , gratefully stroke HIS Magnificent GOD PRICK !! UNHGGGGGHHHH. I can NOT help myself, & lightly, in fear I close my eyes , & gently kiss the HUGE MUSHROOM HEAD of that jutting muscle, which at this moment is my very.