I’ll be good. I’ll turn it all around. Just keep me here, keep me out of trouble and I’ll be your pet.” Delia paced and waved her arms dismiss...vely as Leila stayed sitting, beseeching her from below. “And we’re supposed to be, what, doms, a couple of doms keeping you in some dungeon. This isn’t a castle. This is crazy talk.” “Delia, just think about it. Please tell me you’ll think about it. Keep me on a leash. I can’t trust myself out there.” “Then go to fucking rehab, you dumb bitch! And get a. . Beg for it." Words poured out of her in a torrent of pleadings and promises as her insides clutched trying to keep from happening what she was begging for with everything she had. "Cum for me, my little sweet one. Cum for me now." She felt the words more than heard them and she let go. She released every tension she'd ever had and let the sensations flood through her. Over and over again, wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her from her toes to her finger tips to every strand of hair. ’ Which sends a chill down my spine when I hear it. He pulls the ribbon from around my neck, removing the bow. He kisses me slowly on my neck, getting me warm and wet. His fingers start to slowly move down my corset. Reaching my wet pussy, and I moan as he starts rubbing my clit slowly up and down. First one, then two fingers are inserted inside of me. His fingers feel so good sliding in and out of my hot wet hole. I moan as he starts kissing me on my neck, getting me hotter. He climbs on top. The Village was alive on that September Friday evening, people relieved of the workweek and the heat of a Manhattan summer. No more stinking garbage or sweaty subway platforms, but enough summer warmth to feel the freedom of evenings without coats and early darkness.The scene was as it has been for decades, changing in tone with generations, but not in substance. Thousands of people streaming down the wide sidewalks: colors of skin, hair and clothes, old and young, smiling and laughing,.