Following on from my previous experiences I was desperate to do an overnight bondage session, which lead to me contacting this Mistress. I didn't know... anything about her except that she lived in Manchester ( a 4 hour train journey from where I lived ), was very experienced, and equipped for lengthy/overnight sessions. We arranged a 12 hour session where I'd visit her on Friday evening at 7pm where I would be dominated and left bound up overnight. I told her that I would bring a holdall with. It was a flattering thing to say. And she met his eyes briefly. "Thanks, but we can't. I love my husband and you blackmailed me this time. Thats the only reason I let you…" Then I'll blackmail you again." Cole interrupter her."What? How?" Tara said.Cole called over his shoulder, "Joey! Come on out!"Turning her head and trying to cover herself up at the same time Tara could see one of Cole's thug friends come out from behind a nearby hedge holding a video recorder. It was a perfect spot to catch. And blue. ”As soon as she finished her sentence, I received the second stroke. This one seemed rather high, and I felt as if I had been burned in that sensitive area at the top of the bottom and the lower part of my back.“Four to go young man.”The third was dead centre, and I realised from the exaggerated follow thorough she had put everything into it. This was agony.What happened next was a surprise. Again the strap was round by my face, but this time it was dropped onto the head of the bed.. I’m a… you shouldn’t be okay with me. At all.”Molly’s eyes never left my face. “I don’t understand.”Now or never. “Molly, I’ve had a crush on you for as long as I can remember. That’s the truth. That’s the long and short of it. I had a crush on you. I knew that you don’t, didn’t… whatever, I knew the feelings weren’t exactly mutual. So I hid the feelings, but after that whole incident where we saw each other… y’know… naked… I just thought there was something. I hoped, I fantasized, I fucking.