Same old song and dance, every single time. Two hours, four drinks, 13 blocks, and endless amounts of flirting later, we were at the apartment of mis...ter rich ass business man (formerly known as tall dark and sexy). Specifically, I was in the elevator of a very nice building, heading up to an 11th floor suite, while the man in question shoved his hands none too lightly over my thighs and breasts and threw his tongue down my throat. Now, don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t that he was a bad kisser, it. We would not have threesome sex. Diana and I left the room so that Sophia could have her afternoon nap. We had our coffee in the living room."I do not expect you to be like your Mom, Diana. You are two different women. She is sexually matured and experienced, and you are not. You can ask for sex when you are good and ready. Absolutely no pressure for you to fuck me."Not putting pressure on Diana actually meant not fucking her mom too. Back at the estate, after the wedding ceremony, I had shared. I got a sweet musk smell and my dick was now fully erect. I had an erection since I met her at the diner but know it was struggling inside my cargo shorts. She smiled and laughed and did every pose I gave her and then after about an hour said she needed to relax. She went into the bathroom and I went to the bathroom door and then back to sitting on the bed.She took a long shower and came back after 30 minutes wearing a big white robe and white fuzzy slippers and looked at me and said, "I love. You are a slave, you cannot help yourself." Then suddenly without warning I saw a flash of movement and felt a very painful sting right across the top of my penis. Mistress struck down my hardness with her cane. Suddenly I did not feel sexually aroused. Quickly my erection began to go limp. "See," she said, as my penis began to soften. "Mistress can control what you cannot." She was correct. The pain definitely had an effect on my erection. Thinking of being struck again, my mind concentrated.