I had to read Mistress a story i had written. I had to read it whilst bent over a storage chest raising my bottom as high as possible into the air. A ...selection of canes were placed to one side and with a shiver i began the story.I could see Mistress choose a cane as i nervously started reading. "Louder" , she called , as the first stroke landed. A swish followed by a thud and intense pain took my breath away. I upped my volume, but the strokes kept coming. I tried to thank Mistress for my. Sighing, she flung her lipstick back into her purse, anxious to get her shopping expedition over with, and turned quickly enough to surprise the salesgirl shifting nervously from foot to foot behind her. “Hey, I’m looking for….” She froze, feeling a strange sense of displacement, having just turned from her reflection in the mirror to face another, this one decidedly three dimensional. “Hi, Steph.” “How do you know my… wait, shit, you look…” “Just like you, I know.” “Like my twin.” “Sort. Joe gasps in pain fromthe beating Mark gave him earlier. Erik releases Joe and he collapses tothe ground."I was just funning Joe I didn't mean to hurt you." Cindy kneels down atJoe side looking up at Erik. "It isn't you Erik. Mark beat Joe up badtoday after school I think he may have a broke rib."Erik quickly scoops Joe up in his muscular arms a caries Joe into thehouse laying him on the couch. Erik lifts Joe's shirt revealing a hugebruise on his rib cage. Seeing this Erik screams in a rage,. It was not long before the arousal the center of my being was experiencing banished all thought of terror and fear and replaced them with those of pleasure. Meg fucked both my holes until my legs started to tremble and with a final moan of pleasure, I climaxed.I was lost in the midst of a strong climax and must have groaned aloud because the woman in the stall next to us piped up. She obviously mistook my groan to be one of pain."Are you all right dear? Do you need help? I heard you moan..