I’ve been flogged, smacked, fucked, sucked and denied orgasm. I’ve also been learning how to do the same things to Amelia. It’s so hard to force... her to stand there while I give her lashes and make her feel the bite of a whip.’ ‘I know sweetie,’ Gregory said. He took her hand and led her to a bar stool that rested under the kitchen counter. She willingly sat on it, while he placed food for her on a plate. ‘Two more weeks babe and it’ll be over. I thought you liked Amelia though, fucking her and. I still am and I don't think I can be rocked from that position.Anyway, patch left art school and we hadn't talked for a while after until "the serious event" happened. I was happy to find out that patch went back to another school which was a few blocks from mine. She had finished a degree in psychology and was already doing the whole therapy thing. She offered me a reduced rate when I would cone over to her home for sessions (or I'd cook), and we'd be hunky-dory. I was just really happy to be. She was everything for me. And I wanted her. I bit her lightly on her nipples and she gave a painful sigh. This ignited some fires in her. She pushed me aside with a force and suddenly she came on me. Situation had been reversed.Now I was the victim and she my master. She opened up my shirt buttons fast and returned by bite on her with several of hers all over my chest. I still have a mark of her bite near my left nipple. She was passing her lips through my chest hairs and her breath on my bare. I hadn’t realized that the subject would be able to tap memories while under. I wondered if this was common or if there was some fault in the level of control I was projecting on her. It was something I would need to investigate further but for now it was of little consequence.“I’m glad you enjoyed it. How did my cock feel as it slid down your throat?”“Amazing! I thought I was going to choke at first but it passed really quickly and I started getting into it. I guess I really liked giving up.