The next thing I knew my pussy was being rubbed with some kind of gel, his fingers entering and then leaving, on and on. Soon I couldn’t tell which ...as my wetness and which was the gel. “Will you trust me?” he asked. “I promise I won’t do anything that will hurt and you can say ‘no’ and I will stop immediately. I want make you feel like the beautiful, sexy woman you are.” Hesitantly I said, “I do”, as he placed a black mask over my face. With my arms above my head, bound only by his wish, he. Kinky. It’s been called the kinkiest city in the world, even. It’s so overtly sexual, they passed a law only 18 months after the city opened that you need to be of legal age to even reside there, forcing parents and children to move out. We also have a lot more lax public decency laws, feel free to wear as little or as much clothing as your heart desires. We take great pride in our excessive horniness! You can truly be the freak you wanna be here. Of course, as you can expect, a city that’s so. I had secured her to the table. She was completely vulnerable and unable to defend her pussy with her hands or move out of the way.“I want to prove to my mother that I can complete the five weeks of discipline, Sir!” she counted out the second swat but didn’t thank me.I made her start the count over. I told her that gratitude was essential. “I’ve spent a lot of time on securing you to this table because you won’t keep your hands to yourself. I have a long list of chores for you to do and. ”I dried off his hand. The cut was not so bad and one band-aid was all that was needed. I didn’t want to let go of his hand. It felt so warm against mine. He didn’t try to pull his away either.We both leaned towards each other and kissed. It was a very romantic kiss. Long, slow and deep. His lips felt so soft and warm against mine. An even warmer flush rushed through my body.He pulled me closer to him as his tongue parted my lips and swirled inside my mouth. With an instinctive reaction, I.