I didn’t care. I wanted, no, needed, this. I think I could have cum simply from being whipped like this, especially when he started in on my pussy. ... The wet smack of leather against wet flesh was audible, as was the cry I let out moments later when it translated to searing pain which, in turn, became ecstatic pleasure. “All warmed up for me, Blondie?” I replied with a moan, wiggling my bottom, hoping he took the hint, not sure myself what I wanted; more of the belt or that big black cock I’d. She pushed me against a massage table, and then un-cuffed my hands while she stood behind me. She then guided my hands around a very hard cock, and as her hands moved back up my arms and then to my swollen nipples, another set of hands started to guide me to stroking that hard cock. Her whispers asking me if it was my husband, my boss, my friend’s husbands, while I stroked that amazingly hard muscle had me dripping. Being naked before a stranger I was rubbing off, another whom was guiding my. It was a thin leather switch. She swished it through the air, and as it whistled, I blinked back the trembling thrills as small waves of heat rippled through me."How would you like that across your buttocks, Susannah?" she smiled somewhat cruelly."It would hurt awfully," I said softly, my voice muted by the strange tightness constricting my throat."I know it would. How would you like it across your bare arse?" she demanded."I... I don't know," I shrugged my shoulders trying not to reveal the. " It fitted well even when walking about, although Icouldn't understand why it wouldn't have. It got me thinking, did shereally think it might not have, or was this some sort of cruel exercisein an attempt to make me more comfortable about wearing it?"Good, this'll be the one. Come over to the counter so she can scan it,Sam. You can wear your clothes over top of it."As soon as its tag was snipped off, a symbolic moment overcame me. I wasnow the owner of a leotard. It wasn't anybody else's. It.