I’ve already told you once that you are to obey me instantly.” Holding Sylvia down with one hand, the man slapped the slut hard on the ass. “Now..., do it!”“Ouch! OK, I’ll do it!” Sylvia yelped. She was pinned down, her feeble resistance evaporating under the man’s strong grip. Mr. Moore came closer, positioning his cock near her mouth.Sylvia looked shamefully at the man’s hanging cock as it came closer to her face. Her ass stung. She could hardly move as the man held her in a kneeling position.. I was in the spanking position. I was on my knees with my legs spread as far I could get them and my head touching the ground. I stretched my arms before me. I raised my ass high in the air.Master stood behind me listening, watching, and waiting. I loved to be on display for him. I loved it when he used me for his pleasure in the many positions he chose. I was his sex slave, here for his pleasure. He was my first love; he was my only love. He taught me the art of BDSM. As far back as I can. “Alison!” I said in a disgusted tone, looking over my shoulder watching her stand up then thrust toilet roll between her legs and dry herself. “Oh, come on Lee, are you trying to tell me you’ve never thought about me in that way,” Alison said as I suddenly went quiet recalling watching her in a bikini one year and having to go to the bathroom and have a tug at the thought of fucking her silly. “Just what I thought,” Alison said throwing the toilet roll in the toilet then pulling up her pyjamas. She wasn’t one of the silent-angry types, and I was berated ceaselessly about how I should be treating my stalwart companion. I took a swing at her when she got in my range, but she was lightning quick, and scrambled back just to yell at me some more. Only when a shadow crossed the sun above, did April’s voice finally cut out. She turned into a fox and scrambled for cover, but I didn’t bother to move. Whatever it was that was descending upon us, it would find me a very gamey meal. The winged.