None of my friends had any money to do anything and I wasn’t about to pay for all of them so I had him take me home. I walked in the front door and ...“Jean” was sitting on the couch….actually leaning would be more correct because she was sipping what had to have been one of numerous drinks. Her favorite was a vodka gimlet but when she couldn’t find a bartender that could make one she settled on tequila shots. Tonight it appeared to have been both. I went to the fridge, opened the freezer and. My cock immediately became rock hard. Mistress Jean noticed and commented, judging by your reaction, you may very well be slave material.We headed back to the main area of the dungeon and Mistress Jean asked if I was ready to play. I replied, yes. She said that we would start out slow with her asking me a lot of questions to assure my safety and the standard green, yellow, red safe words would apply. First Mistress put a leather hood on my head. It had zippers over the eye holes and a zipper . I saw my whole fantasy coming trough so no way in hell I was letting this opportunity go by. The chore I needed to do was to change a light in the living room. The funny thing is that she is bigger than me so it was getting very clear to me that there was going to happen something. Trying not to ruin the moment, I grabbed chair that I could reach the light. I reached for the light while I felt something wet on my leg. She was licking me in an upward direction. I stopped with everything and just. ." "I understand." I yelped with the first smack. The blows landed fast and thick. SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! His big hand marked my tender cheeks with sharp spanks. I howled and kicked my legs against the pain. The blows stopped. "What did I tell you, girl?" "If I struggled, it would be worse," I gulped. "It is obvious I am going to have to restrain you as you haven't taken 15 seconds of punishment yet. The time is re-set by the way." He adjusted my body on his lap. He pulled a firm hand around.