’ It was true that I enjoyed being fucked by my Mistress but her new strap-on cock was far larger than any I had experienced before. I nervously im...agined what it would feel like to have it thrust deep inside me.Mistress Whiplash inspected the selection of riding crops and whips hanging from the rack on the wall. She selected a riding crop and a short leather flogger. ‘Come over here,’ she instructed. Conscious of my naked vulnerability, I stood before my Mistress. In a surprisingly intimate. She closed her eyes to sharpen an image of him and started to stroke her breasts, heavy of unfulfilled desire. Barely touching them, feeling silky skin under her hands intensified the arousal, and she became aware of strong pulses inside her pussy. She knew that only a few strong, quick strokes on her clit could get her a short relief. But no, that's not what she wanted – she wants him to see that desire in her eyes, to feel her insatiable need.She quickly wrapped a towel around her and went. You see, previously I knew she slept with her door locked as I could hear the door being locked from inside, you know the push-to-lock type, right? Anyway, just to make sure the coast was clear, I silently went upstairs to check if the missus was really asleep. Satisfied, I went back down again and went silently inside da’s room, and in the gloom I could see her lying silently.I sat next to her and placed my hand on her arm, asking “Da, are you sleeping?”She turned, then sat up facing me,. I tried again two days later. It might have been the exact same conversation. We were both locked into our positions, and couldn't budge out of them. I wasn't going to be a party to my own humiliation. I didn't tell her that, but I did say that I had stopped. The only thing she asked to that, was whether I had carried out a purge of my clothing, and she strictly forbade it. Anyway, she refused to return my papers again, and we were both crying, again, and we said goodbye, again. Except she.