Those thoughts evaporated instantly though, like tiny drops of water hitting a frying pan. All she felt was pleasure, satisfaction and love. She'd mad... Heath, her Master, happy. Very happy, she remembered with a giggle.The choker, alone in influencing Megan, was like a filter for her thoughts and reactions. She had no uniform or other influence, so she was the most herself she'd been since she first dressed in her new clothing, but her new and overriding desire and purpose was to be, as the. I let her hang there in limbo for a moment, as she whined quietly and bucked her hips up to me slightly. I blew a soft stream of war air directly on her little button before licking her, bottom to top, slow and wet. She let out a long, comfortable sigh as her hips rested back on the bed. I loved how much she needed me. I licked around her clit, fast and light and before long, she was writhing on the bed. ‘Please. Please let me have you.’ she begged. I inched up to her, leaving a trail of. Did I have that figure? I just hoped that whatever wewere eating wouldn't stain if I spilt it. I got out my choice ofunderwear, my cream lace set that I thought would go well, along withsome nude stockings and my brown suede sling backs.After enjoying a warm, soothing lavender scented bath, I towel myselfdown and dusted myself with talcum powder before stepping into myknickers which fitted so comfortably, especially when I rearranged mythingy. Picking up my bra, I clasped it at my front then. For a brief while he did, for he was indeed brave, but courage was not enough to endure for long the cracking lash of the rawhide across back, buttocks and thighs. Across the belly and genitals too, for, in his agony, he threshed back and forth like an eel. Soon he was bellowing hoarsely in pain. Before much longer he was howling for mercy as well. Princess Alexena gave him none... and nor did her expert overseers. It was, indeed, the Princess's intention to have the man flogged within an inch.