My brain is going 100mph when I feel him come up behind me on the bed. He rubs oil all over my ass down my crack. He sticks his finger up my ass with ...oil on it. Then he's gone again. I feel he is looking at me, I can feel his eyes. Again he climes on the bed behind me. I'm shaking all over. Again he pulls on the chain but this time he pulls up and wrap's it semi tighty around my neck. I can breath fine but I can really feel it there not to mention it has my tits are pulled up by my nipples. He. I thought he will stop at 5. Every stroke was followed by a soft muffled cry from me. Aaahhh…..aaaaahhhhh….When he went on, I guessed 10 is his usual number. (After all he is a natural dominant). When the cane raised again for the 11th lash, my heart sank and I wanted to stop the punishment. He showed no mercy. Every stroke was painful than the previous one. He was not concentrating on the strokes than looking at my suffering. I was ready to finish my punishment when I reached the 15 th stroke.. Then he heard the key enter a lock and the door swung open. There wasSarafine and her friend. His sister wasnt there. He figured she wouldwant to see this most of all.Sarafine, a older woman somewhere in her late 40s perhaps early 50s. Shewasnt an unappealing woman by any standard. She looked large, imposingpowerful and beautiful. He really saw nothing wrong with her at all. Shewas enraged at an attack on her daughter. Why shouldnt she beShe spoke in a powerful regal tone, "I am releasing you. I'd taken him seriously, notrealizing that he was just joking.Mom laughed at the fact that I'd taken him seriously. "THAT dresswouldn't fit you anyway, that girl's much bigger than you. Obviously youwere talking about the style of that dress, not the same exact one!" Yes, Mommy, that's what I meant." Would you rather wear a dress like that than what you're wearing now?"she asked."I don't know," I said. "If you wanted me to it would be fine. I don'treally care either way, I just thought I should.