Her shirt unfastened she slips it off and places it neatly upon the back of the arm chair. She is tall for a female, perhaps five feet six, and willow.... She gazes at me forlornly for a second – it will not save her – as she casts off her black bra. She is topless now, as is required for a whipping, and her delicious firm breasts exposed. I stand up, move behind her and grasp the tops of her bare arms: ‘I am going to take you to the place where you will receive your punishment.’ I inform her. She was soo hot, the music started and the crowds started roaring, it was so crammed and i was so horny having this babe infront of me brusing herself against me as she danced to the music. i instantly got hard and my cock was pushing its way out of my shorts i could feel the curve of her arse and then the dip as she moved left to right and it pused against her cheeks, she never said or did anything and my hand started to wonder brusing my fingers down her back and up the back of her legs, she. She knows I'm losing my mind and stays silent. "For how long?" I ask hoping this is just her getting me worked up for later."Maybe a couple of months." she says. Her voice isn't stern but it's not playful. She has played a lot of poker and her skills are really showing now. I gasp and moan and I squirm with desire. Am I just to be tortured?"I don't know if I can do that." I say hoping maybe I won't have to face months of nothing."Are you going to play with yourself without asking?" she gets up. He leaned over, with a painful amount of weight on her arms, his face barely an inch from hers."I expect you to be at every meal, Renee," he said softly. "Every meal, every day, wearing suitable clothing. What's your excuse?" I-" she fought to think of something that he might accept. "I was- I mean-"He let go of an arm and slapped her across the mouth, cutting off the words. He resumed his hold and waited until the dazed expression left her face before speaking."There are no excuses," he.