’ … ‘Frankly I have not yet made a final decision yet. I’ve been teasing him and it has been great fun for us both, but I do like to fuck lon... and hard and with the present situation he finds it too exciting to last the course shall we say.’ … ‘Yes and of course I’m then frustrated.’ … ‘Like a little boy. First time was with a belt. I was so cross. The second with a long handled wooden spoon.’ … ‘I did enjoy it and that’s also a problem. I find that I am enjoying humiliating him, making him. Then I’ll promise.” She smirked back at me, “We’re good for now.” I smiled back at her and watched her as she hurried off to her class. I sighed to myself and rushed off to my first period. “Ah Jay. Good to see you. Did you bring in your permission slip like I asked?” I looked at my teacher, “Yes Coach. Here you go.” And I handed him my slip. Coach laughed, “Please we’re not on the field. Here you can call me Mr. Morrison.” I quickly replied, “Yes Mr. Morrison.” He looked down at the slip and. She came and rubbed her boobs on my naked thighs sending shivers through my body. I grabbed her and embraced her tightly. I tore open her bra hooks and grabbed her boobs. She cried out with pain at this sudden attack but instead of backing away from me, she smothered me with kisses. I responded with deep French kisses playing with her darting tongue. Swaroop also joined in the action and slowly rolled down her panties. He said “Babu, I invite you to look at my wife’s juicy cunt. Isn’t it a. He had heard crazy stories about what went on in their chambers (dungeons?) -- stories of clients being subject to extremes of degradation and humiliation. Whippings, torture, insertion of unusual objects into various body orifices, and even worse. Much worse.There was a shabby terrycloth bathrobe hanging on a hook beside the table. He pulled it on. Underneath he was naked. The door opened.Mistress Domina -- "DOE-meen-ah," she pronounced it -- was wearing a tight black elastic bodysuit. Tall.