“I am Mommy, I'm your little slut Mommy.” I cried out. My cock was getting harder by the swat. It was growing in between my legs and it hurt. ... started parting them a bit so my cock could get out. “No, no bad girl. Don't let that cock out.” and then she smacked my cock with her hand. It hurt but it felt so good to have her acknowledge it. “It hurts Mommy. My cock is so hard.” “Little girls don't have cocks, hunny.” Swat to my ass, swat swat. By now my ass was hot and somewhat numb.. But she sorted me out anddirected my mind and my life to the state it is today. I'm going nextweek for a regular session, so I'll ask her. She will make you strong,believe me.'James did not know what to imagine, or how this 'Mistress' could makehim stronger, but he gladly went out into the night air having givenGloria all his contact details, his permission to talk to MistressAndrea about himself, and the longest hug possible.***By the time he had got home, eaten and prepared himself for the. ‘Yeah, well, fine it may be but ’til I hear the same thing from the doctor’s mouth you better consider yourself bed-bound my girl.’ Bill stated. Lena rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. Kit carried her across the yard and up the veranda steps. Maggie fussed over them both a little and Bill immediately phoned for a doctor, despite Lena’s protests. Kit left the three of them downstairs, Lena now situated in an armchair with blankets and mugs of tea and coffee being forced upon her. He took off his. The whole thing started to become a little unpleasant for me, as shesat on my face, which made breathing very hard for me, and her smell did nothelp very much, either. My stomach began to clench, I felt like I was goingto puke, and the need for air started to become unbearable. Once more I tried to free myself from the mercyless chains that held me intheir grip, and once again it did not change anything. After what seemed tobe hours she finally started breathing harder and moved faster and soon.