When you finish you look at me and say,’ nothing like a nice shower to make you feel better. Now clean yourself off and your next task is on the bed. You wander off to enjoy more wine and chocolate.

The risen corpses then mystically run their hands over the cstones and erase the writing like sweeping away chalk, then using their bony fingers scribe more confessional bios. Here’s lies Thomas Smith, an adulterer and snuff addict, who beat his children. Here lies whomever, a thief and liar. After I shower and dress my head and heart are pounding with feelings of lust, shame and compliance. You show me to the door and remind me that I begged for this and now I should be careful what I wished for and I will be painfully aware of who is in control and how pathetically inadequate I am. I began to remember all the conversations I had had with them before this meeting. It had been two weeks since they let me masturbate. I remembered the photos they had me take a few days ago, in very… revealing poses. I can’t help but bite my lip as I think about this, for some strange reason whenever I like something, I bite my lip and I can’t help it.They make it to their front door, almost falling through it as they touch each other. One by one, their clothes are discarded as they walk up the stairs, careful not to fall yet determined to be semi-naked by the time they reach the top. They stop just outside the bedroom. The blonde eventually pulls off her and falls onto the husband lying next to them, clearly exhausted from all her orgasms. The wife lies there going over what happened. She’s not ready to move and draw attention to herself. Thankfully, though, the husband is ready for the blonde to leave.

I'm a happily married man, to an amazing woman, Donna. If you'd have asked me a year ago, I would have said my life was complete. And it was, until it wasn't anymore. I'll get to that later. We're both in our 40's, professionals, successful in our careers. We have a nice house, fun party boat, great friends and an overall amazing life. I'm 6'1, 215 lbs, brow... I agree that photography and video depicting persons being penetrated by objects such as vibrators or dildos is not obscene or offensive in any way. In addition, I do not believe that such material could be considered obscene or offensive. You instruct me to enter, kneel and offer my gift. I comply and say,’ this is for you,’ without hesitation you slap me across the face and say, ‘you will call me Mistress and you will only speak when spoken to. Is that clear?’ I hesitate and you slap me again and say,’ is that clear? ‘ I set it down on the bed next to you. I pulled the chair from the desk over and sat at the side of your bed. I was curious to see you. I made some coffee and some toast. I pulled the tray from the cabinet and walked through a little breakfast for you.You were already awake when I came into the room. Sat up in bed. Looking a little tired. Almost get lagged. The women her husband normally takes in this way have never been like this, demanding and a little mean to her. He hasn’t said anything, but she’s sure that’s because he is only thinking about the blonde's next orgasm. She questions whether the blonde’s attitude toward her is what is turning her husband on even more than normal. He did love that his wife was submissive; maybe this was the next step. You tell me I will clean your shoes and they better be perfect but first you need your uniform. With that you produce a short frilly apron and tie it round my waist. You laugh as you say,’ you make a good bitch maid. You look ridiculous.’

You ask me what a reasonable number would be, I say, ‘ten, Mistress’ and you reply, ‘twenty it is then.’ I count out each carefully aimed hit of the crop and you deliver them without saying a word. When you finish you look very pleased with yourself and tell me to thank you or you will start again. I swallowed hard and bit my lips. I sat on his legs and he put his hands on my hips, grabbed me with a little force and pulled me closer. At that moment I could feel, with my butt, a lump between his legs. My heart began to beat strongly and my breathing accelerated, what does the Lord want to do to me? Why is the Lady taking so long? And why, if I am scared, I’m so wet? You tell me to crawl behind you to the couch where I sit at your feet and you ruffle my hair telling me what a good bitch boy I have been. You say,’ tell me how much you love this bitch.’ I say,’ I love this a lot Mistress’.My dear look around you. The world has gone crazy almost overnight. Nobody is thinking about where you are right now.” He grunts and holds her there for a minute or two as they both calm down. He pulls out and lies on the bed next to his wife, who still hasn’t moved. Then something happens that neither the wife nor husband expected. I’m just a nice person and I enjoy meeting new people. We all chose to eat at a Japanese restaurant and everyone immediately gave the new girl attention. They asked her questions about herself and then they talked about favorite music and movies with her. All the basic stuff you’d talk about with a new person. I was happy for her, seeing her fit in. I know what it’s like to feel left out. I was a shy kid during middle school and the beginning of high school. Once everyone stopped talking, she decided to talk to me,