"Owwww, damn it that hurt," he continued to smack my ass as I tried to squirm from his grasp. "The more you fight me the longer and worse this will b... for you." he whispered in my ear as he rubbed my sore bottom. I started to struggle against his hold and he laughed as I flooded my panties. His laugh and his hand increased my lust for his ‘training’ I was a bad girl, a slut and deserved his punishment for teasing him. I felt safe, but under that safety was a slight twinge of fear and that. I pulled the gown to and re-tied it. Christ knows how long it had taken me to come to and break away from the chair; it felt like hours, days even, but perhaps might have only been a few minutes. My breath started to condense and seep through the cold air around me. I had to get my hands free, but there was no way I could do it by hand and there was nothing in the room to pry them apart. I had to see what was outside of here. I felt my way against the wall until I felt a raise in the. "Call me by noon. XXX-XXX-XXXX" Despite the lack of information on the page Kimberly read it over and over in the vain hope that some sense could be made. After the twentieth time she balled it up and tossed it aside, feeling disgusted at herself for being so stupid. Then, in the midst of her self-loathing, the confident side of her spoke up. There was no denying that this horrible event had occurred, but why should the memory of this event consume her? Yes, her virginity had been taken away. " Well, I think your breasts are perfect the way they are." Why are you so sure about that?" Because, for my mind, the issue is not how big our breasts are, it'sjust having them, as against not having them. You've got breasts. That'sthe lucky thing."Surprised, Mistress Cindy said, "That's a very interesting answer, but Ithink that it's not the kind of answer that women would give. We know wehave breasts, so it's not likely that we're thinking we're lucky. Wecan't envision life without them..