I was his sex slave, here for his pleasure. He was my first love; he was my only love. He taught me the art of BDSM. As far back as I can remember I a...lways wanted to serve and obey even before I knew what it meant to be a submissive.I loved the feel of his whip on my ass. He did it out of love. I was never really a bad slave. I always tried to obey his every command, but sometimes I just needed the feel of his whip on me. To me, it showed that he loved me enough to make sure I knew what he. “Really?” She asked, grinning so I answered “well, yes… please if you don’t mind, I will get her a nice frame and it can be her keepsake for taking my real virginity, it was awesome, and I will never forget it!” Her smile was unforgettable, a sort of cross between joy and a vulture about to devour a good meal. I had a feeling I was about to fall into some sort of hidden trap. She knew she had a bargaining chip, so said, “OK, I will but only if you will pose again, and if my friend can be here. Those breasts that were both huge and immaculately balanced. That perfect unblemished skin. That welcoming smile. Those girlfriends he'd never been able to keep for more than a month or so at a time couldn't hold a fucking candle to Sindy. Whatever Jeff said, Sindy was the real deal. And although Cyberwhore had a whorebot for every taste (and some of those were distinctly weird), it was Sindy that Kevin returned to again and again.When he first visited the premises, he tried out a few. There. Then too, each building had a sauna, hot tub, and exercise room. We had one other amenity that I didn’t find out about until I had been there a while.I rented a one-bedroom apartment and had lots left over that I sold at a moving sale when I sold the house. Because you had to still have to be active to stay here they rented rather than make you buy the apartment or condo whichever you prefer to call it. That is to say, that you couldn’t need assistance by a nurse or be totally disabled. One of.