For some reason she stopped fussing, knelt at Marissa's feet and said, "No Mistress I don't want to be paddled again!"She still doesn't go out of the ...ouse but at least we don't have her moping around about it if no one is available. I don't know how long that paddling will work or if I want to do it again ... She has an appointment today and I expect to have a fuss over that. Or over clothes ... for some reason she has wanted to make and wear clothes that look like they could be a knock off of. She just nodded in the affirmative, afraid her voice would give away the unknown excitement she felt every time he had bound her. She didn't understand, but some how her body would tingle with a wash of electricity when he had bound her wrists behind her back in the past. Though the rope bondage in the past was not as restrictive as the cuffs were now, the sensation of feeling helpless seemed to give her strange feeling that made her all warm and fuzzy. One that she enjoyed. Maybe that’s why. I can blame that on Dad. But I have to at least go on dates. You won’t have to worry, though, because the only guy who has touching-Cathy-rights is you. I’d love it if you could sleep with me all night, except that you snore and the bed isn’t big enough. But I love it that you want to do that.”“Cathy,” I moaned. “We can’t keep doing that.”“Of course we can,” she said. “That’s our business and nobody else’s. Nobody’s going to know. We can’t sleep together every night, but we can make love,. The die was cast and we both knew and accepted, that this was no accident. I knew he would want more than a standing flash and hopefully he knew I would be looking for something substantial, like a rent free stay.In the immediate aftermath of our exposure to each other, I did masturbate, and as my head swam in a fevourish sexual delirium, there was a general acceptance in the workings of my mind, that I would relent, and give him access to my inner soul, regardless of his repulsiveness.We would.