A strange breed of man who would stand in the middle of a room and wave his arms around while shouting a lot wearing the most ridiculous looking brace...s that clearly weren’t there to hold his pants up. The internet and a brokerage firm proved an interesting buffer between me and them and I was sure comfortable with that little fact. I now lived just shy of three hours drive from Las Vegas and knew some very discreet ladies I could call on while I was there on business. Las Vegas was also where. And of course Master always has to be super strenuous and if possible a little cruel. And yes, not too intimate a relationship with the Sub, after all, it's just a Sub.Did I forget any silly SL online enisms?Then we can simply forget the SL-Gor-BDSM curd and come to what is important:There is no regulation in the BDSM how to do what, what you are allowed to do and what not. Anything that's fun is allowed.There is at most something like a guideline "SSC" (Safe Sane Consensual), but you should. We only met in the holidays since we both attended boarding schools. However, such schools have long summer holidays and in our case, they were the best part of twelve weeks long.It was during those times that we used to disappear for hours at a time exploring the local area and found a small lake with gently sloping banks. There, we used to slip out of clothes and, as we were both good swimmers, enjoyed many an hour there. We didn't even know the phrase 'skinny dipping', then. We simply didn't. Soon, her dress joined her panties on the floor. She undid her bra and that too joined her other garments on the floor. All she had on was her garter belt and her black stockings.She looked into her fathers face and saw desire in his stare. He was looking at her breasts, "Do you think they're too small," she asked as her hands cupped her tits and offered them to her father. "They're not very big, I always wanted big boobs but I only got as large as a B cup." Honey, I've never seen anything more.