However, her libido had won out and now she was going to pay the price.“Don’t lie to me, slave!”Amanda screamed at the sting of the crop slicing...into her rear.“You have been bad, haven’t you, slave?” she hissed.Amanda nodded. She could feel the heat of her tears collecting in the tight spaces of her rubber hood.“Not only did you orgasm without permission, you are within a hair of slicing yourself to ribbons.”The bound girl could almost feel Mistress squatting down beside her, looking down at. "You got married when I was five years old," One girl told me. They often told me about their wild nights and their varieties of lovers. I was intrigued by hearing about being with different men, men with big dicks or smaller ones, fat ones or longer thinner ones. Black men, Asians, romantic Latin men or aggressive bikers all piqued my interest. I was headed for forty and had only had sex with one man for my entire life.I had no stories to tell of coming into work with a headache from too much. Then one fine day it starts, the story of the bee and flower?? remember. Have you seen porn? Suresh asks me. No looked very elusive to Suresh. We talk over it and I get really interested. But i couldn’t see porn at home or on my device because my dad was too good to elude. Also I couldn’t show Suresh that i was frustrated about it, I had to maintain my status. This continued for sometime. Suresh used to show me stuff on his phone, a lot of desi stuff. He actually thought i was watching. “Just play it by ear. Bill is a nice man. You’ll like him. He’ll tell you what he wants, just do what he wants and everything will be okay.” No use telling her too many details. She’ll learn quick enough, Bill to arrive soon. They talked for a few minutes, more everyday talk than what was going to happen. The doorbell rang in a few minutes. “Why don’t you go in the kitchen, Heather.” Deloris waited until she left before she let Bill in the house.“It’s about time, Deloris. I’ve been waiting for.