Flimsy restraints to be sure but enough to keep her fixed across the head-board at the mercy of that cruel whip. She was wearing a gingham dress with... a very full skirt which now, together with three or four layers of lacy petticoat were tumbling down her back, a frame to create a target with her upturned rump its soft and pliable centre. There was now a large mirror fixed to the wall opposite the chair and in this she could see Frank, naked to the waist taking practise swipes. Strange she had. " You can put some panties on if you want, mum." No," I said firmly, "No I can't darling. Don't you see, I can't because you said I must wear a very short skirt without anything at all under it." People will see your pussy." Yes, they will won't they?" I smiled and felt a thrill run through me.He found a shoe shop to start with and I teased the pretty assistant unmercifully. I tried about a dozen pairs on and flashed my naked slit at her with every pair. Finally, I settled on a knee length pair. "Oh, God, you're much too big for me. You'll kill me. Please let me go, please!" Don't' worry, bitch," Rod replied, as he got back down on top of her. "You'll take what I've got, and you'll thank God for every inch of it. You're about to find out what a real man can do for a woman. And look at your excuse for a husband. He's harder than he was before. It looks like it takes the sight of a real man to turn him on. All right, Nipple-dick, jack yourself off while I give your wife the kind of. My mistresshad been practising! There was little I could do to resist her, and Iwas totally under her control. Then she suddenly stopped playing withit. Quickly a piercing gun was pulled out and a plastic tag wasforced though my engorged clit with a force and power that few werelucky enough to feel.The pain was enough tosend me over the edge, and the thought that I was now finally meatsent me to a second shuddering orgasm.My mistress gentlyplaced the padded leather cuffs on my ankles, and.