Fiona enjoyed the feeling of power she got whenever she went down on a guy: knowing that their pleasure was within her hands, the feeling of helplessn...ss if she decided to hurt them; she was in total control, and resisted Greg putting his hands on the back of her head.Greg was giving nasal snorts as Fiona sucked the tip of his sensitive manhood, enjoying the pressure she was putting on his glistening rod. Fiona reached down under her skirt and put her fingers in her panties, applying gentle. And having that badge of honor, albeit, not really one she could brag about was something she wanted to hold onto for a bit.And just because she was a virgin in being with another man, that didn’t mean she had completely closed off her sexuality. The last year she had explored her body more and more, really finding out what she liked, what turned her on, what brought her to climax, what aroused her. As she worked with her hands, her vibrator and one or two other toys she had purchased but never. Abigail cocked her rifle, took a deep breath, let half of it out, and gently squeezed the trigger. BANG! A moment later, the Indian's head exploded at the bullet hit him somewhere around his left eye. Abigail was already preparing for her next shot, so she really didn't pay much attention to the dead Indian. She found another suitable target and went through her preparation ritual. BANG! Another Indian down, shot this time in the chest. She continued to shoot her remaining 4 shots, accounting. Suddenly I did not feel sexually aroused. Quickly my erection began to go limp. "See," she said, as my penis began to soften. "Mistress can control what you cannot." She was correct. The pain definitely had an effect on my erection. Thinking of being struck again, my mind concentrated on the pain I felt so as not to become hard again and receive another strike. However, just as before, Mistress follows correction with affection. She took my softening penis in her hand to gently stroke it,.