" Bianca's eyes fluttered as her dom started to pinch and tease her nipples, hardening the previously soft buds."But you're not always a good girl for... me, are you?"Bianca swallowed. "No, mistress." Tell me why I have to punish you." Angelique twisted and pulled at her nipples, making her gasp again in pain but also subconsciously part her legs."I came without permission last session, mistress." Biana rolled her shoulders back to give her dom more of her breasts. "I need you to punish me because. It was in a giant room on the first floor, clearly for entertaining guests. This guest was about to be very entertained, albeit uninvited. I hogtied and placed each of them, including the mother, side by side onto the table, facing me. As a penalty for hiding, I started with the shy, darker-haired girl. "What's your fucking name?" I grunted. "My name is Jessie" she whimpered. "Alright Jessie. Are you virgin?" Yes, please be gentle..." I don't think so. You shouldn't be treated that nicely.. She thanks me profusely for my help. I tell her I help her get in her car, as she sit down in the seat she raises a leg to swing in the car and gives me a big panty flash. She is wearing what looks like white cotton panties, got such a good look I could see her black pussy hairs around the edges of her panties. I offer to take her back and she tries to pay me with a 20 dollar bill. Of course I tell her no, not necessary. She thanks me again and again. I take her cart back to the store, I can't. I was announcing, without really announcing, ‘moving on’ with the ‘breakup cut’. The let’s-cut-it-all-off-haircut was a statement of personal empowerment, an adieu to an affecting three-year relationship with a Hungarian woman I had fallen madly in love with during my sabbatical in London. My first serious lesbian relationship. I was 35. Until then I wasn’t pretending to be ‘straight’...I was straight. I had instantly sensed a connection when I met my college sweetheart at 19. It was the ’90s,.