As mentioned earlier, my Master wanted all activity to be sexualised – and meals were no exception. While I was to eat my meal on the floor beside ...my Master sitting at the breakfast bar in the kitchen, I was to have my wrists and my ankles clicked together in a hogtie – and the vibes set on full. These were often times I would be allowed to cum, and I usually gushed from violent orgasms from deep within my arse and pussy. After the meal I would lick up my cum off the floor until the floor. . I mean... yes I mean I want to go home this is way too much." I said softly looking into Maria's eyes. They looked so deep so soft."Ok sweetie. I understand." She said reaching down to my hand.As we left the club she held my hand tightly passed all of these women looking at me. They probably thought she was taking me home.When we got a little ways out of the club she stopped and looked at me smiling, "I want to kiss you." She said."I don't know," I whimpered back, still overwhelmed by. My tears and pleas for help could be ignored too. I could be hurt just as bad as I hurt my mom. In a weird way it made me a better person, a better man. I know that my actions do have consequences. I have seen both sides of the coin: Rapist and Rape victim. The lesson was learned, our slate was clean.The story could have ended there. I should have let it go right there. The thing is, I still loved her. I had to take a chance, to tell her how I felt, to show her that I wanted her. My mother had. The sight was too much for Micky and Mary both, as together they achieved a simultaneous massive orgasm, their groans as they did loud enough to disturb the birds in the few bushes round the pool. Time passed, Micky imitating his dog as he lay on his ladies back, his tool slowly receding, as little by little reality returned. The dog threw itself from her back rising and turning as it tore the remains of the knot from her cavity. His seed in a gush filling the remains of the swimsuit that now.