I want you, and I want to have you. But we can only stay together if you’re mine.”“I am yours,” I said, confused.“Not like ‘romantic’ to...gether. I mean like chattel. A toy to play with and punish whenever I want,” he clarified with a steely voice. “I like using you. I’m not going to stop.”I didn’t say anything for a minute. Matthew held me closely, lovingly, even after he’d spoken harsh, honest words. The whipping left me feeling bare and guilelessly exposed, maybe it did the same to him. I made. She got the styles he had asked for inthe 38-C size, but also picked out some cute bras in both 36-A and 34-Bsizes. She felt both the balconette and a push-up bra would workwithout forms. She was hoping he'd opt for the smaller more naturallook. As a small-breasted woman, it pained her more than once that guysseemed so stuck on women with big boobs. She was counting on how thesebras might actually fit better and look sexier than his paddedapproach. As she re-entered the dressing room, she had. That's just too rich! And it so fits perfectly into my little scheme!High time our little 'Lexi' learned to play with the big girls!"Oh, sweetie, nothing that bad, although he deserves it! Howard would beirate. He values him as a partner too much. However, Howie boy wants athree-way with his wife and Daphne so much tonight that he will likelyagree to anything tonight. I will allow my little domina-in-discoveryplay that card for us."Yes, even the good ones are still ruled by their dumb sticks!. In this case, gratitude for punishment would be inappropriate - there hadn't been one yet. It seemed sensible, however, for the slave to substitute heartfelt begging for its Mistress to be kind enough to punish it properly; in the mean time, perhaps the slave should attempt to punish itself.So, with clamps on its nipples, a heavy weight partly hanging from the clamps, partly resting on the floor - heavy enough that if the slave sat up fully, the clamps would be brutally torn off - and an old.