Once the coffee was made I poured us a cup of coffee and we sat down at the kitchen table. I asked Amanda if she needed me to drive her to her car or ...take her home. She said if it was ok she just crash here on the sofa and I told her that was fine. I then offered her some of my wife's sleeping attire and told her to just go into her closet and change into anything she liked. She agreed and disappeared back to our bedroom. She was gone for a very long time but I was busy working on my art work. Including getting up!"He then shackled my wrists and ankles with my body facing the wall and using the Cat-of-nine-tails proceeded to whip me over and over again. This was not just a whipping that I usually like, but a beating to teach me a lesson."Slut you must remember that you are never again to call me Billie, only MASTER. I am no longer Billie you son but your MASTER and I own you."The whippings were coming so fast and furious that I was screaming for him to please stop. At first I. Carly's voice floated inside Annie's mind.The wife pressed the vibrating pendent more firmly against herself, and her clit gorged on the sensation. Annie's did too. Then the wife cupped one of her breasts in one hand and worked over her ever wetter slit with the pendent. She clenched her teeth. So did Annie as she slid the length of her toy along her pussy, letting the tip touch her asshole and then rocking the length of it back and forth along her ever slicker sex.Annie had watched the session. She was looking down at her hands, which were shaking as she spoke, ‘When we broke up it didn’t bother me, mostly because I was so excited to be going to college. Since starting college though, I’ve dated a few guys and met a lot more, but with every guy it was always the same. They would do something and I would have this little voice in the back of my head telling me that it wasn’t right. The way they walked, talked, ate, and carried on a conversation. You name it, the little voice in my head.