He padded barefoot around the apartment, noting that her cloak was also gone. There were no notes for him to find, so he set about preparing for the d...y.While he was picking out his clothing, he took a peek in the drawer that held the pieces of her armor; they were gone too. He figured she must have had other business to attend to that required daylight hours.While in the shower scrubbing his hair, he reflected on the evening before. Despite the setback with Sharon, Dawn must have decided that. Today it looked bright red surrounded by pure white tulle. He had not seen her face in a while, barely remembered it, in fact. His dick was also to the hilt inside her.“Thank you,” Stephanie replied. She didn’t actually say the words, more a throaty gluck, but Steven and Daniel had learned to understand her gags like the parents of a child using made-up words. They often had to translate for Stephanie’s fiancé since he didn’t spend nearly as much time with her as they did.“Are you. ". "My God ! What have I done !" I screamed as an orgasmic freight train leveled me to the bed. "I have gone too far" I said as I am bucking my crotch into the air, milking the orgasm for all it's worth. During my thrusts, I feel a new sensation of being opened were my dick was. I feel my underwear change from the cotton roughness of jockey shorts to the firm control of webbed spandex. I feel a seam ride up the crack of my ass. I feel a pulling action on my butt cheeks trying to lift them up.. I held eye contact with him though; I didn’t dare look away. I shook as more blows came down upon my pussy, each one harder than the last. “Next- time- do- not- disobey- me,” he said gently in between each blow, “or- your- punishment- will- be- more- severe!” “Yes, Sir- OUCH- I’m sorry, Sir!” The whipping continued for a few minutes, until my pussy was beaten raw and couldn’t take anymore. “Beg me to stop, slut,” he growled. “Please, Sir! Stop! My pussy has learnt its lesson. It is so sore,.