“Yes Mistress,” said a subdued Oscar.Her heart skipped as a terrible, but practical idea seized her. She went to her pack and grabbed the quirt sh... kept for dogs. She squeezed back into the capris and approached the now scared slave upon the couch.Luna slipped the quirt on her wrist and began stroking Oscar’s skin with the soft leather. “Now, those teddy bears are cameras aren’t they perv?” she said. “So where is the recording device?”“No Mistress I would never re--”WHACK! The quirt landed on. All this started way back when I had just completed my 8th std. During my vacations I had gone to my native place with my grandparents. It was the second time I was going there. The first time was when I had gone to my youngest uncle’s wedding two years ago soon after my sixth std vacations. Actually my grandfather had settled my youngest uncle my father’s youngest brother there and decided that he would marry a girl from there itself. My uncle had entered into silver business which is a very. It was therefore with delighted amazement that after the line had been in the water for only a couple of minutes, it started to indicate with spasmodic jerks that something was on the hook. I hauled in, and I’d caught a beauty. I took it off the hook, rebaited and cast out again. Another few minutes and I hauled in another fish. I looked out to sea where, at a little distance for the shore, two or three small boats were anchored, their occupants fishing. It was hard to see properly, but there. I closed my eyes and tried an old trick I learned while I was at Cornell. I used to use self-hypnosis to help me relax on my study breaks. I really needed it now. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing. Pretty soon, the sucking on my cock stopped and that let me concentrate more. Breathe in, breathe out. Repeat.It's amazing what you think of when you're meditating like that. I mean, I didn't know whether it's self-hypnosis, or meditating, or bio-feedback, or what. I think they're all the.