It seemed like only moments had passed when Carol opened her eyes, but she could see light coming in through the window. As she sat up and stretched, ...she looked around and a startling revelation hit her. She wasn't in her own bed. "Where am I", she wondered, although, for some reason, she didn't feel scared.As she stood up, the first thing she noticed was the smell. The air was filled with scent of peppermint, cinnamon, and something she couldn't identify. Whatever it was, she loved it. She. All were located at ordinary looking addresses which gave no clue as to what when on behind the front doors of the house or flats which I attended.I soon learned that different mistresses provided their own particular brand of humiliations and in the quest of finding pleasure I sampled a veritable 'smorgasbord' of treatments from White, Asian and Black tormentors who all had a common requirement that they all demanded worship.The worship was always directed towards their bottoms and invariably. The taste of his tongue and lips. She can feel her body responding. Getting warm. Then she feels him hardening. The kiss grows more passionate. She moves her hand down and squeezes him through his pants. Her breathing was deep and heavy. She feels his hand move under her dress, moving against her bare legs and thighs. His kisses were now on her neck. She feels him nibble on her neck then his hand moves under her panties and against her pussy. She gasps when the electricity flows into her core.. She helped me lay down and said rest awhile and then we'll clean you up before we go upstairs. I wasn't really paying to much attention to her words, I just wanted to lay down and remember how good Bruno's cock had felt fucking me while I recovered some of my energy.I must have fallen asleep because I awakened when the light was turned on next to the bed. It was Gloria and she handed me a glass of something, saying "Here, drink this it will help you recover and get some energy back."I started.