I thought you would bleed for me but you haven't. I think maybe you don't really want to please me?"I said, "No mistress. I really do want to please y...ou. What can I do to show you how much? Please, tell what I can do to make you happy with me?"Suzy smiled an evil smile and said, "Stick your face out so I can slap you until you bleed. Do not pull back from me if you truly want to please me."I have never, ever, been in a situation like this before. Like I said, I am sexually submissive but this. Pushing your thighs as far apart as they'll go I softly stroke you, gently brushing over your clit with my fingers, the whole time maintaining eye contact, watching you as you loose yourself to the inevitable orgasm. "I don't remember saying you could " I whisper in your ear, you're shaking your head furiously, desperate to convince me you didn't mean to, that you couldn't help it, but your eyes tell a different story, there's defiance there, a little brattyness maybe ? No matter, you've had. He doesn't care, guess he likes the taste of sweat from my skin. Fucking hell! I bow my head down and gather my thoughts while Cooper licks my neck. I decide to get up and push him away. But then I noticed something alarming, I couldn't move my arms. They did not hurt at all, but I just couldn't move them. I focused my sight on the ground and saw the nose of the epoxy container oozing out the two chemicals on the ground. I had thought that the wet stuff on the floor was the paint but it was. Me holding the full dish...and she tapping her foot looking impatiently at me. "Well fuckface you're not done yet...what are you going to do now?" I could tell she was becoming genuinely impatient now and looked at me with what bordered on anger. I quickly got her meaning and slowly raised the dish to my face, trying not to spill its contents. I had the dish to my lips now and steadied myself as I tipped it back. As my peter dribbled dickwad on her rug I felt the first stream of cum into my.