“Come in, come in,” I stammered. “Welcome.” I was actually shaking as here was my dream younger black guy in front of me. I thought for sure... that he would make some excuse and leave — as I am lean and strong but nothing muscular like this and could not hold a candle in looks to this black Adonis. But, thank my lucky stars that day, he stayed. He introduced himself as Marcus. Marcus and I sat on the couch, and chatted about my work and his (he was a musician) and Chicago and my small town and. I regularly went to his flat where I dressed for him. He made me submit to him and I have always been a submissive. I was regularly tied to the bed and spanked.This was when I received my first caning and suffered real pain. I came so hard during the first caning that I knew I was to take the pain going forward. He also introduced me to tit and nipple abuse, which again has stayed with me. I regularly met this man until he found a new submissive and I was ditched.I then reverted to cottaging. As I thrusted forward into her, dark and foul smelling fluid was forced out by my pressure on her abdomen and leaked out from her nose and mouth. Strangely enough, I do not feel disgusted but rather turned on by it. When I was done, I forced the trocar into her abdomen near her belly button. I started to drain the body cavity of any remaining gases and fluids. Blood was drained from a needle inserted into her neck When her whole body was drained, I injected her full of embalming fluid,. "She is very pretty," said the wife. The husband nodded and reached down between the girls legs again, this time reaching his fingers further inside of her, making her shiver in excitement ... He stepped over and let his wife taste their new pet. She sucked his fingers eagerly."Now, before we get started," he said with a grin, "I am going to deal with how worked up I am. Get up in bed; kneel over her head, lean over the headboard."The wife did as he asked, awkwardly climbing around until she.