Breathe.Breathe.You feel a stirring in your crotch.It slowly rolls up to your stomach where you feel your stomach slowly being permanently sucked in. ...It is slightly painful, but incredibly erotic. You cannot stop this. Listen to my voice.With each breath, your stomach draws tighter and tighter. You cannot stop this. You would like to, but each breath feels so good and with each breath your stomach becomes flatter and flatter. Tight and taut. Smooth and silky. As your stomach draws in flatter. I asked her to lie down so that i can kiss her pussy. She laid on the bed and spread her legs. I went on top of her and started to suck her hard beautiful nipples heavily. I lowered more and licked her shapely tummy and gave her a big kiss on her big belly button. She moaned loudly as i licked it like a dog. She spread her legs further to show her pussy to me. I could see her vagina, which was tight and with pinky soft flesh. I could see the love juice coming out of the lovely hole. I then. I put the hat back on and looked at myself in the mirror; I felt foolish and "pretty" at the same time. But my reason for wearing it knocked on the door, and as I opened it her eyes widened. I fumbled a curtsy, then did a slow pirouette. The big white bow sat above my ass like gift wrapping.She stepped into the room and closed the door. Her eyes still wide she reached out and stroked the fabric, sending jolts through my body. She ran her fingers over the sequins and lace, her lids drooping as. I love to pretend I did something wrong and need to be punished. And then you yell at me, tell me how worthless I am and how you are tired of telling me not to do what I did and then punishing me. And remember don’t be easy on me either–I need to really feel the pain, I need to feel like this is real in order to orgasm,” she said.“Punishment eh? Okay, but if I’m punishing you does that make me ‘Daddy’ or do you want to me to be your ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’, Maggie?” I asked.“Well 'Daddy’ wouldn’t.