He keeps me in a bra and pantyhose most of the time, barefoot for the most part, but when I'm restrained and standing I must be wearing high heels. M... hands are always bound. Always. If I need assistance, I must call the woman he's hired as a live-in "attendant" if he happens to be out of the house.Tonight I'm on the couch, sitting on my knees, my ankles bound to my thighs. My arms are folded behind me, wrists tied together with two big belts wrapped around my chest and stomach. Pantyhose. .. as you want to." You want to be my first... back there I mean?" she asked, somewhat stunned I would offer to be her first anal experience. "Really, Master?" Do I not own every part of you? Mind, body, and heart... and every hole?"Yes, Master, of course," she said sheepishly. "I would love for you to be my first, Master... I would love to give you the gift of my anal cherry!" Then I shall." But Master... what about the mess? I mean..." Don't worry about that. The bed in the guest room is. . uhhh ," I moaned, my wordsturning to indecipherable moans, as I took her huge tool in bothhands and slid it down my throat. Although it was even bigger,it slid down my throat far more easily than "Mr Ebony" hadearlier that night. Despite my enthusiasm, Ms vonStiefel was clearly unimpressed andtook me by the ears and began to slam my head up and down on her"cock"."Suck eet, bitch! Suck eet like the two-bit whore you are!" shespat out angrily. "Get eet nice und vet so ee vill slide up dattight. Can you find me some paper under there?" She points to the bathroom cupboard. I open the door to find several rolls tucked in the back, but quickly shut it and say:"There isn't any in there Mumma!" Oh darn." She says." What am I going to do now?"Slowly I move toward the toilet until I am standing close beside her. I dip my hand cautiously and slowly into the toilet hole and rub her sopping wet cunt. "Baby boy!" she yelps " What are you doing?...that is no way to clean Mommys pee-pee! You.