As was the usual that first night they were guests at the dining table. The duke and the duchess always treated them as they would royalty, he as his ...obby was inflicting pain and her ladyship in a spirit of as if it was not Rose it would have been her in the hot seat and she was not into taking pain though she loved watching and hearing a victim scream. Each visit Rose had had the next 4 days in irons, kept as a prisoner and whipped every 4 hours both night and day. Royally fed and watered. Well played I figured the ball was in my court (no pun intended). I waited for a minute to respond as tim was giving up on the discreet glance at my cock. I then asked where are your parents and would they come down into the basement. He went up stairs and checked. Came back down and said they were in bed it seemed like an eternity. I slowy slid my jeans down and began stroking. He folded and was right next to the couch with his head poised next to my lil erection. Then he began playing. I thought it was evident from the look on her face that Sylvia was feeling bad about what she had said and was truly sorry.I was really feeling the power of the DHS 77 and was looking forward to my next opportunity to use it on someone. That evening as I sat at home I was thinking of different things I might do with the formula and I am ashamed to say they weren't all nice. I felt the dark side of my personality coming out.I began to carry the little bottle full of the formula in my purse along. I need you and I know you need me.” “Ooh yes, I need your mouth. Your hot talented mouth, boss,” he said moving my hand down to his hard cock. As I stroked him through his pants I whispered, “I told you I wanted more, Paul. I know you remember. I need to make love to you, Babe, slow and sweet.” “Wha-t-t? N-no please,” he stammered as I continued to stroke his hard cock, “I’m not gay.” “Yes, you said that before,” I whispered as I licked his ear, “You loved my mouth and you’ll love my cock.