She might employ corporal punishment on me for not doing as expected. But in all of these instances, I cannot imagine her enjoying any of the actual ...activity beyond her basic desire to correct a bad behavior. So far, my favorite plotline around a plausible scenario is as follows: A married man finally decides to act out his Femdom fantasies by going to a professional dominatrix. He finds an interesting ad for dom services in a local paper and makes an appointment. When he arrives, he. The old slave market is one of the tourist sights.I not only fell in love with the place, but as I wandered about looking at the old structures, the seeds of The Sugar Cane Plantation began to form.I won't tell you where it really is. At least not now.I don't think the real owners, if they ever read this piece would appreciate the suggestion that their relatively upscale bed and breakfast was associated with terrible perversions.I've given enough clues though so that anyone familiar with the. ”“Course.” I extinguished my smoke, put down the ashtray, and pulled back the flap of my overcoat. I fished out a few notes from my trouser pocket. “Okay.” She swiftly plucked two notes from my grasp. “This gets you hand and mouth. Two more, Honey, and it’s the full works, condom included.”Ruby opened her coat, revealing her only clothes: stockings secured to a white garter belt. Below a slight tummy bulge, a dark bush — No peroxide there — and her plump breasts were topped with… well, ruby. What the matter Jack, lost your voice?" I couldn't say anything, I was almost not breathing anymore again. She was looking at my penis without touching it, letting some little moans out from time to time."I... I... I'm going... to explode Jen. My penis is going... going to explode. Jen... please... do some thing... please...- So your big fat cock is going to explode, Jack. Finally honnest with me, are you?- My... cock?- Yes your cock. Your dick. Your penis. There are lots of other way to call.