“Turn around,” Dad ordered. Mom spun so she was facing away from him. She looks a little tense.“Relax and put your arms behind your back.” Mom...complied but clasped her hands as he pulled two lengths of rope out of the bag. “No, I want you to hold the inside of each elbow with the opposite hand.” Dad took one hand and lifted it to the opposite elbow, she did the same with the other. “Good, now hold that.”Dad tied one length of rope around each of her biceps, then slowly wound it around her arms. How could I have forgotten about Mistress' pleasure?"I... I don't," I sputtered. The words wouldn't come out properly. How could I answer when I didn't know myself?"You see, ladies," Mistress explained, to the room, "the way her chastity works, she must give a certain amount of pleasure to her Mistress, before she, herself is allowed any real fulfillment. This way, she learns that her pleasure truly comes second."She slapped my ass once again. I was hers. I was her prisoner, in all ways. And now he was sending me a signal. Sue had turned to him, not me, in her moment of need.It wasn’t sex or some erotic act. It was emotional unfaithfulness, and it hurt a thousand times more than the simple physical act.But like the addict, I was, whatever the pain, I couldn’t tear myself away.“Sue, you may not want to hear it, but you might want to think about cutting Pete some slack. I’ve seen it before. His addiction’s so strong, maybe even out of control. That’s why he did what he did. I’ve. I slowly inserted my long hard dick and pumping her. Slowly, slowly, she was moaning and there were sounds coming due to the excessive force applied on the wardrobe. Wooden sounds were made and her loud moans supplemented it. I was sucking the cream from her face, licking her face, and boobs, pinching her nipples, brushing cream from her body with my fingers and asking her to suck it from my fingers, kissing her more in lips, and body, sucking her red tongue, all while fucking her the best way.