It really didn’t matter the reasons they liked it. Savannah was just blowing off steam and complaining to be complaining and Melanie knew that.They ...had both been through so much in the last weeks that they both had a healthy respect for each other’s ability to absorb pain, consume cum and ride dick. They both got off on being made to do the most degrading and humiliating things.“What did you tell me the first night you met me? Pretend you love it because they’ll just make you do it anyway?”. My goo splattered on the dusty concrete floor, leaving ragged, milky puddles.I stood there, slowly milking out the last of my jism from my cock in the afterglow of a really good cum, when I heard the sound of a car entering the garage. A second later, the flare of the vehicle’s headlights entered the room through the door, and I realized that it was parking right next to the stairs; its occupant would be passing the laundry room any second.Moments before, in the height of my arousal, I would. I have a mistress. I am one of those slutty girls who love to be someone's plaything and be ordered around. For me, it is not what I have gotten into. For me it's by choice and I just love my mistress. I would follow whatever she commands. So, it was one of those days when my mistress had ordered me to do something for her and, of course, I was gonna follow her command. So, around eight in the morning, I got into my car and headed out. I drove for a while and reached a far away area so that. Every touch he moaned in pleasure. I scraped my nails down his chest and abdomen. Which to my surprise were well sculpted. I used his belt and tied it around his neck like a collar. He seemed to be enjoying it. I never put it too tight. Just tight enough to feel pleasure. I used some sheets to tie his hands to the bed. He seemed nervous. I slapped his face and told him he was my bitch. Yes maam he said. I shoved his cock down my throat and started pulling on the belt. His face turned red as he.