Lenore crossed her legs and lifted her eyes to look into his seductively."You really are a beautiful Death Cookie, you know..." he trailed off, his ey...es lingering on her creamy white legs that were covered in fishnet.She blushed slightly. "Thank you..." Listen," he started "I'm getting hard just sitting here looking at you. Do you think we might be able to move this...elsewhere?"Lenore nodded. "I would like that. Did you have somewhere in mind?" her eyes sparkled in the sunlight as they stood. ”She went to work. After putting a nylon cap over my hair, carefully hiding every strand, she started plucking my eyebrows with tweezers in a thin, arched, feminine shape.“Ouch, that hurts!” I yelled.“Come on, Irene, don’t be a pussy,” she laughed, and, after she was satisfied, applied a foundation which felt cold against my shaven skin. After rubbing it in, she dusted my face with a powder puff.“Every famous painting starts with a canvas,” she said and went to work on my eyes. Eyeliner came. I need to talk to you," said Master when he came home last night. It was the kind of "we need to talk" sound in the voice that you just know something is wrong. Master poured a drink and said down. "I read your online conversation with the Dominant Male." He was speaking of the one i posted the day before, the one about the stranger who tied me us, caned my bottom, and ****d my throat. I thought Master would be pleased -- clearly, from his tone of voice, He was not. "I spanked you before,. I fuck you faster like this and stroke and jack that little nub you call dick, I keep jacking you and stop twisting your nipple and reach up and touch your throat softly, moving up to your face...I turn your face to me and kiss you long and deep as I stroke your dick and slide my cock in and out fucking your balls.......Damn slave, you could almost be a man! So soft and sensual! But, I NEED to fuck you and I am ready! Are you ready my whore? Want my cock now my bitch! Want your Mistress to.