Once I stopped moaning from the pain of movement, I managed to turn my head and squint against the light."Sally?" Hey there, pretty good guess. Yeah, ...its me." The shapely older femme sat at the head of the bed where I could look at her without too much pain. "You were really out of it last night, Riz. You staggered through the door and fell into bed. I really thought you might have noticed I was on the dining room table with my legs wrapped around Sandra and her pounding me with a nice strapon.. What do you mean? It's a sex toy...You expression is devious as you approach the bed: "That's not what a flogger is for, my dear."With your free hand, you yank my shirt up over my breasts, exposing my stiff nipples to the cool morning air. I feel another swoop of nervousness as you bring the flogger back behind your shoulder, moments before bringing it down hard on my chest in a dull thud.The impact makes me inhale sharply. Before I know it, you are bring the flogger down on my breasts in. She hadn'tacted upon her desire to submit, because in those days she was ashamed toadmit it, within our little community. Instead, in forcing her sub intobondage, she got a vicarious thrill... although secretly she sometimesimagined herself as the one being bound and gagged."Well, you and I both know there's fun to be had in either role," Emilysaid, softly. "So what did you do?" I started her on a programme of corset training. I didn't want to losethe services of my new maid by wastefully. I feel her hand reach out and grab me. She feels it a little bit then begins pumping. I reach out as well. I feel through her furry patch and find her lips, already moist. I slide a couple of fingers in and begin dancing them around.She moans softly. whispering and breathing. I lean forward and kiss her. Our tongues dance around each other, tasting the other. She broke the kiss, "put it in me." she commanded. I laid on my back, she climbed on top and using her hand slid me in.We were.