"Oh, fuck!" He groaned, "You have the nicest pussy!" He slammed back into me, and I jerked, my small tits jiggling. Again he pounded into me. My pussy... was loosening and gushing with juice and oil, and he pulled out even more and slammed in again.He found a steady rythme and pounded me hard. I screamed with each thrust, my pussy spasmed, leaked it's fluid down the rest of his cock. With each thrust he would slam the back of my cunt, causing a pain that added new levels to my pleasure."Oh... fuck. You're saying that when you say the control word that Kevin becomes a submissive." "Yes. And he doesn't remember anything afterwards." "What are your control words?" Lisa looked at each of her friends then said, "To put him under I say "Sissy boy," to release him I say, "Stud muffin." And it works. When he is under, he is completely submissive. Our sex life is fantastic now. He eats my pussy and is so attentive to my needs. And he last longer now. It is great." More silence. Then Ruth asked,. Her soft short and downy brown hair contrasting sweetly with her pretty pale complexion and red lips, her slender shoulders and well-formed round breasts; nipples sweetly erect, betraying her excitement. Her perfectly girly arms leading down to that soft bottom which still had a few rosy marks; Roberts’ cock pulsed as this reminded him of the caning, his eye wandered down to her beautifully shaped thighs and to the front, her dear little sissy cock, which had spent so sweetly under the cane. "Now we'd better get your trays." She leaves us for a moment and comes back carrying two trays and a series of lengths of chain. She starts off by fitting a tray onto me. The arrangement is quite ingenious. Two clips on the back edge of the tray fasten to rings on my belt, chains from the front two corners of the tray run up and clip to my collar. Jo fits a tray on to Carrie as well. "Now," she says. "Your job is simple. Just go to the servery over there. They will load your tray. You then walk.