She gave out a little moan as she squirted on her thighs, my god i thought all that juice delicious, Mistress drove her dildo home each thrust made he... gasp and writhe with pleasure my mouth was dry i sipped at my bubbles as i watched Mistres toy her self. i just wanted so bad to be on the bed with her. Each thrust of her hips as she toyed her self was now matching my strokes.God this vision, this beauty fucking a 10" dildo, god i so wanted her, i moved closer in the door way stroking harder. "When she had drained the bottle, the doctor said, "Now,about the discipline, the mortification of the flesh,traditionally, the whip, the celice, and the hair shirt. Areyou ready to inflict pain upon your body?" I thought I was doing that already. Pedaling toexhaustion, the enemas, that awful butt plug." Awful?" Well, mildly uncomfortable." The whole object of mortification is discomfort, evenpain. Only through self-inflicted suffering can you atonefor your sins. If the plug is only mildly. Once in the living room, she pulled me close. Our bodies fitted together once more as perfectly as a custom key fits it's lock and we held each other. We sank slowly down onto the couch, totally wrapped up in each other. She softly said, "Hold me, Will. Kiss me. Touch me some more." and I did.We were lying on that couch entwined in love's narcotic embrace as her parents went up the stairs - just around the corner - to go to bed. We lay quietly still, unable to let go of each other, too dazed to. On the drive home I wondered if I was still a virgin, his fingers had entered me and had made me have an orgasm, did that count?A couple of days later he told me to wear his sister's dress again, plus to put a few things in a bag to change into as we were going to her house for a drink. I felt very exposed sitting on her couch, the short skirt exposing my thighs to every one gaze, I especially noticed her husband looking at my legs. After a few drinks his sister Kathy grabbed my arm and pulled.