While I was in the bathroom, I peed and then reapplied my lipstick. I fixed two more drinks and returned to the bedroom. Jose was lying in the bed hol...ding his dick between two fingers. As I arrived, he looked up and said, "Baby you're sure left your mark on my dick." It was covered in my lipstick. I felt like I actually blushed then. While he dank his drink, he wanted me to fondle his penis to get it hard again. I did as he wished with some trepidation. I wasn't sure that I wanted this to go. He hoped these voices came not from his own mind. He heard telephones ringing, the manhandling of papers, the snapping of typewriters. He had two options for the person responsible: exile or death. Exhilaration and anger pushed him. The voices became definite: men and women colliding into work. He sat on a cold, damp floor. His legs touched the other wall.He yelled out. The voices paused. He yelled louder. The voices resumed. Out of the darkness ascended a slit of light. Tariq caught the. He could grow those suction cups saucer-sized, heating them and cupping down my back, relaxing me into an almost vegetative state. Or the same tentacle might become a cat-o-nine tail, whipping and smacking my tender ass while I stood tottering, fucking myself as he propped me up by the phalluses he had driven inside of me.He could piston more than one arm inside of me, fitting three or four tendrils in each hole, shrinking, expanding, and spiraling each round and round, spinning me around on. She could hear Derek counting them out,“8…..9…..10…..”One after the other, jolting her body and ringing throughout the room.“11…….12……13…..”As the spanks continued she felt her mind going in to the “subspace” she had read about online. That blissful, disconnected place for submissives when disciplined - half here, half away. Her will and agency were vanishing. She was giving herself over to him. She maintained just enough composure to keep his cock safe and still in her mouth - as required of.