" Thank you, Mistress." I wanted you to have that experience because I wanted you to realize what submission to me truly means. As my slave, I can pun...ish you as I see fit, but the true agony that you endure will always be a product of your pleasure. I will never abuse you physically beyond your limits. Instead, I will use pain to push you to new precipices of pleasure, some of which might be quite difficult for you to endure. But in those cases, it is your own body, and your own mind, that are. He just told me there were no new car dealers in Leadville - I guess I'm not surprised."I threaten, "Bernie, keep it up and there will be no more horizontal tangos."Bernie takes my hand and calls my bluff, "Oh really, I guess I will be taking many long cold lonely showers by myself."I squeeze his hand and counter, "What? You don't want to shower with me any longer?"The taxi driver shows up before Bernie can answer. He jumps out of the taxi, loads our suitcases into the trunk and suggests, "I. “Oh God, Sally, YES! ARGHHHHHHH” he groaned as his mind and the energy in every cell in his body converged towards the tip of his crown.His shout was punctuated with more powerful strokes as they both crashed into paradise together, shuddering, groaning, gasping, rejoicing. Reality and control returned slowly. With his lips just brushing her ear, he whispered, “I love you.”“Don’t leave me yet,” Sally pleaded as the long spasms of her climax slowly dissipated throughout her body and the spell of. " Sheridan, overhearing, came back and cracked "Perhaps you shouldn't leave all those explosives lying around." Sheridan is king of the terrible joke, and both of us rolled our eyes. We keep him around because he's six-five and built like the side of a stone house. And that if we got rid of him, he'd probably sue and win, and we already have enough problems. Anyway, as we were leaving, the Precinct Captain, Michael Fox (yes, that's really his name) was coming up the sidewalk and stopped me..