He had just had it! This is not the way he wanted to live his life. Often he had looked at his wife, and marveled at how hot she looked. She was a ...being of stunning beauty. What a waste. All that hot beauty, and not to be able to fully enjoy it. He slipped his cock from her pussy in disgust, rolled her on her side and started to untie her wrists. Back in the deep recesses of his mind he wanted to keep her tied, whip and torture her, force her to be his sex slave. He wanted to, but. They were ?friendly? games with his old buddies from his construction days. A little more than his normal winning?s would fend off the bookie?s and he could throw a fuck into the old bag who owned the building to keep a roof over his head. His buddies were arriving. They were all big men, most of them coming together in the same car. All except one lived in Philly and due to the slow economic conditions, decided to car pool. Jim, his best friend from high school and the man who got him his. She shuddered to think about what Sarah would do to her if she messed up her night by freaking out John.Sarah was a kind Mistress, but a firm one. While Betty was quite compliant and subservient, she did occasionally slip up and disobey or forget Sarah's commands, and Sarah had proven herself quite inventive at punishing her little slave girl. When Betty had hesitated at obeying one of Sarah's commands for fear of embarrassing herself in front of some other girls on the floor, Sarah made her. The garment, itself, was secured about his tender little teapotby blue satin ribbons drawn tight about its base and finished off in anadorable broad bow at the top of the base. Every edge of the garment wastrimmed in blue and white lace.The coup de cockette was a small elastic blue and white lace wreath withfive jingle bells attached that went just under his peenie head.As profound as the bizarre display was, the sensation was even greater.Any movement from the hapless sissy's pelvis south.