But he could not find the excitement that he found when he fucked his late consort.Those women were afraid of him. They were passive and they tried to...serve him meticulously. But he did not like that. He did not want the routine and boring sex.Days and year passed by, the daughter of his late consort grew into a young beautiful princess. She was like a carbon copy of her mother. The emperor was her playmate ever since she was small.Despite he tried to fuck all the women in the empire literally,. All they are looking at is your shape and the tones. We've all seen so many naked girls on that podium, the fact that you are nude doesn't mean a thing."This seemed to reassure her and her smile grew slightly more expansive. She seemed to emerge from behind her defensive screen."Are you a student?" I asked."Yes, I started this week at the art college."I asked her where she lived and she told me that she had a small room in a student house not very far from my own. While she was speaking I was. If I moved, the weight pulled harder. Then she circled the shaft of my cock with loops of cord, wrapping and tying each cincture with the precision of a surgeon. She wrapped the long ends of the cord around my waist so my cock pointed right at my navel Next, she attached small plastic clamps to the edge of my glans. It felt like she was slicing into me with razors. I gasped as she carefully pinched each wicked clamp into place. I knew it was my task to accept all the pain that these procedures. This was my opportunity, the answer to my former prayers. I wanted to kill him, to strangle him and see his teeth bite through the pink of his tongue, the blood glaze his teeth and bubble over his lips...I was reaching for the .45 automatic stuffed inside the waistband under my coat when Jen took my arm and squeezed it almost painfully saying, "Please excuse my husband. His house burned down when he was a boy killing both of his parents and his younger brother and sister. Anytime he sees a fire.