Ginger sobbed a little but held herself in check again as the clamps were finally allowed to return to their natural position. Her nipples were hurtin...g worse then ever, the metal pinched them.Her Master moved behind her once more. She lost sight of him but could hear clothes being removed. He was getting naked, it seemed her punishment was over and now he was to enjoy her. She felt her heart pounding as she anticipated his first touch.It was a finger that first slid into her dripping pussy. She. As my hungers have grown and I miss having her used by others (and I want time to do my own “thing”) I am looking for attentive men with some charm to draw her back in. She (and me) are STD clean and she’s beyond c***d-bearing so condom use is not desired or wanted. Ideally I am looking for men, Doms and Masters within the blue circle of the MAP graphic. These men are the best distance for her to go to or have in our home (without me present) for extended periods of time. Men, Doms and Masters. I lower my head as you take off your shoes, socks and jeans before climbing into the bath and standing behind me, you stroke my hair making me moan "easy tigress". You slip off your boxers and pull off your top and t-shirt. You bend down and stroke my back, starting at my shoulders and stroking down to my bottom, "are you still wet, cum slut?" "just a bit!" "not wet enough though are you, slut?" You hold your cock in one hand and grab my hair with the other and a golden yellow stream of urine. ‘What the fuck?’ I say. He looks at me. ‘I was walking down the street and there you were, sitting down eating with Anna. I couldn’t believe it. I’ve wanted to call you for months, but I didn’t know how or what to say. I saw you sitting there and I couldn’t stop myself, I had to talk to you.’ For the first time I stop crying. ‘You make me sick,’ I say and I turn and go down the subway stairs. He doesn’t follow. . .. I call work and tell them I’m not feeling well and that I’m not coming back for.