I didn't think anything of it, and I thought I'd never see them again. Well I was wrong.The next Saturday night Rachel told me she was going out for d...inks and that I was to stay home and not do anything stupid like looking at porn.Of course as soon as she left I went on the computer and started looking at femdom porn like I always do. She put the idea in my mind and I couldn't resist. So I spent the next few hours looking at all kinds of femdoms and what they did to their slaves. I did not. 'They're going to hurt.' I was enjoying the sight of Jenny's silk-clad behind squirming with pain. She hadn't cried out at the last three strokes though. I would have to do better.I drew the cane back as fully as I could, sliced it through the air. The Swoosh! and Crack! were loud but nothing compared to Jenny's reaction. 'Aah! Oooow!' Most satisfying. I tapped the cane against the straining silk for the last stroke, drew back and let rip, using all my strength to whip the thin rattan full. I was surprised. He never snapped at me. I shook it off since it was unlike him and smiled reassuringly. The taxi driver helped us bring our over-weight luggage to the door, up the path of our well presented three bedroom home. It was a tidy neighbourhood, so our house blended in. It was by no stretch a flashy house, but its neat garden beds, stone path, and rambling rose arch in front of the door made it home. Standing under the arch as I fished for the keys in my hand luggage, William said I. But she's 54 years old and 300 pounds, so most of you don't want to hear her story. I don't really want to tell it. We're still friends, but... like I said, weird weeds.But I've got another one.Biker chick.Woah, don't go, this isn't one of those scary old broads on the back of a hog.I'm talking hot chick on the back of a hog.What's the problem? you ask. Don't like leather?Actually, no. I don't think a girl in leather is attractive at all. It's thick, it doesn't move well, it hides curves, it.