As soon as I signed I was told to go home. I would be contacted for our initial chat and further instructions. I was theirs now. I am now property. A ...ew days went by with the three of us exploring a few scenarios. Each one a little more envelope pushing than the last. I was instructed not to masturbate or touch myself at any time without permission. I needed to purchase a leash and collar before our first session. I have a leather ball spreader which they approved of after I sent them pictures. By the time I felt the second stream coming I also felt Rachaels long legs wrap around and try to pull me deeper into her as her pussy vibrated around my cock. I couldnt believe I was cumming so much since it had been little more than an hour since I had emptied myself into Maries mouth. By the time Rachaels orgasmic tremors where slowing and the last of my cum left me, I was so drained I couldnt hold myself up off of her anymore. I collapsed unto the bed, barely able to direct myself to the. For more demure occasions she could slip into a pair of black leather pants that fit her tighter than the cow they were skinned off, so tight you could count the hairs of her bush -- if she didn't shave herself back to virginal smoothness.She didn't have a single pair of "sensible" shoes. Nothing but spikes and platforms.Her tops came in two types: tight and tighter. No, I lie: She also had an array of men's shirts (I presume her version of notches on the bedstead) which she wore unbuttoned and. But let me tell you that the strap is about the least severe form of puishment a girl can receive here.“„Really?“ Quentin was truly surprised. „Oh yes, really, Mr Osman. There are canes, birches, martinets, whips. They all hurt a good deal more than my strap. You will be aware of this if you attend one of our Punishment Sessions.“„Punishment Sessions?“„Yes,“ nodded Miss Judith. „One is held every evening at seven p.m. Any girl who has failed in her duties, been disobedient, and so on, will be.