’She stared up at me and for a moment it looked like she surrendered, but then her eyes glassed over and she was knocked-out, once more.Now I’d le...arned my lesson. I unzipped her skirt, pulled her panty-hose and panties from her hips and tied her down with the leather straps already there. Spread-eagle. Her hands above her head, her legs spread apart exposing her gorgeous little pussy.The puffy pink lips, the cute little clit. My finger reached out for her pussy and explored every little. ”Cat sat up and took my hand. She raised her shirt and put my hand on her vagina. She took one of my fingers and put it between her lips rubbing it up and down, back and forth. “I think I was holding your thing while you rubbed me”. “Can I?” Before I could answer she grabbed onto my cock and started pulling it. The tip popped up through my waistband. Cat pulled the waistband down further to see my cock. “I never saw one before, I want to see it”.Again, I started thinking with the wrong head.. I liked going to classes,” Nestor said.Magus asked, “What was your major?”“English literature. I really enjoyed reading and discussing poetry in my classes and with my classmates,” Nestor said. “I like poetry. I like poetry a lot. I guess you could say that I love poetry.”“So we have established that you were happy in college reading and discussing poetry. Why did your happy days come to an end?” Magus asked.“I graduated,” Nestor said.“That does happen on occasion; not often enough but on. My letter was pretty clear that the whole whipping thing was supposed to be mostly symbolic; that the point of the week is supposed to be about him getting all the sex he wants. It's not supposed to be about beating me half to death. The bastard!He didn't even care that I was screaming and yelling in pain. I haven't cried so hard since I was a baby. The bastard actually made me cry. For real. The bastard! I've got black, raised welts across my butt and it hurts just sitting here. The bastard!He.