In front of the bathroom mirror, she pulled the clips from her hair, untying the tight bun and shaking it loose. She grabbed a make-up wipe from the p...ack on the shelf below the mirror and diligently scoured the make-up from her face. That done, she left the bathroom and, with a sigh of relief, collapsed onto the bed. For a while she just lay there, luxuriating in the comfort of the bed and the relaxation of feeling completely natural and unencumbered. Then, as she sprawled naked on the sheets,. SPLAT. The paddle came down and Alan immediately reverted to his 'slave' voice, whining, "I'm sorry, Mistress. Please don't hit me again."SPLAT! "Please, Mistress, I'll do as you say."SPLAT! "Please tie me up, mistress, or I might move again."Martha ignored this.SPLAT! Alan moved his arse sideways and that one nearly missed.'Time to pounce, ' thought Martha.Using some soft thin rope, hardly strong enough to hold anything, she quickly tied his hands to the piece of railing she had fitted earlier. These two grinned at me also. ‘We only give encores after a standing ovation,’ the voluptuous Venus teased. ‘I don’t see anything standing yet,’ she laughed, staring at my groin. Well, the audience *was* rising a bit. ‘So far, I’ve only seen a dress rehearsal,’ I responded. ‘When does the main show start?’ ‘Sometime soon, but it only ends when the fat lady sings,’ Cindy cut in. ‘La la la,’ Venus chanted flatly. ‘Oops, that’s just another rehearsal.’ The flames rose higher. All three girls. Now the memory, like all bed memories, either fade, or become rose tinted, but as I lay here remembering the abuse, I suddenly marvel at his audacity, and I look down the length of my nude body, and realize he had me, all of this that I survey, as desirable as I portray, this man had his penis inside me seven years back, and not a murmur from me, I let him steal my precious virginity and cum, one small tug on my slender girlish hips, and he broke though and slipped inside deep, and a flood of.