What a lovely belt you were wearing

‘Even when I’ve made my displeasure with you very clear for the mess you’ve made of my accounts you are still showing just how incorrigible you are. I put you on your knees at my feet for a reason and that is to demonstrate my superiority over you so why in the world do you think it is acceptable to look up underneath my dress. I know that my stocking tops and the creamy skin at the top of my thighs are very attractive but they are not for you to look at and I can assure you that you will have a very close view of them in a little while. What you should really be looking at is the pale creamy skin of my arms and my hands which are holding the lovely belt that you were wearing, a belt that will soon be cracking down onto your bare bottom’ Zoe says as she is cracking the belt between her hands.

‘So not only am I going to belt you for every mistake you’ve made in my accounts I am also going to belt you for your disrespect and disgusting behaviour. You will stand up before removing your trousers and underwear. Then you will bend over the back of the chair with your hands flat on the seat where they will remain until such time as I tell you that they can move. Get a move on’ Zoe says cracking the belt in her hands again.

Ken has experienced the wrath of his girlfriend Zoe on a number of occasions and knows better than to disobey her so he is in the required position within a couple of minutes feeling the cool air on his bare bottom.

‘Hold on tight’ Zoe says just before she swings the belt down onto Ken’s bottom where it lands with a very loud crack and leaves a sting on the surface of the skin.

‘What a nice pink mark Ken’ Zoe comments, ‘but pink is not the colour that I want to see on your bottom, I will not be happy until it is positively scarlet’ she finishes and swings the belt down again into another part of the bottom. This one is even harder than the first one and a curse leaves Ken’s mouth.

‘That was for swearing at me Ken’ Zoe says having slashed the belt across Ken’s thighs, ‘and if you do it again I will wash your mouth out with soap’ she finishes but again slashes the belt down against the thighs. Zoe starts the belting in earnest after this warning and soon the room is echoing to the cracks of leather against tight skin every few seconds and in between the cracks there is an odd moan from Ken particularly when Zoe returns to the same spot for the second or third time as she is doing more and more.

‘Surely that’s enough’ Ken says at one point hoping that he would get some pity from Zoe.

‘Enough’ Zoe snorts, ‘I’ve only just finished belting you for the mistakes you made in my accounts so there is a lot more to come for looking up my dress and these are going to be even harder’ she finishes before driving the belt into the thighs again. This is her target for the remainder of the punishment and they soon feel as if they have been scalded.

‘That is a much more pleasing colour Ken perhaps it will teach you to take more care and show me more respect in the future. It will contrast beautifully with the creamy skin of my thighs and I promised you that you would have a close view of them soon and unlike you I always keep my promises. On your back on the floor’ Zoe commands and Ken has a good idea of what is coming his way and he doesn’t dare disobey. Taking her shoes off Zoe steps up onto Ken’s chest giving him another look up under her dress.

‘This time you may look Ken’ Zoe says and as she is saying it she is lowering herself down into a sitting position trapping Ken’s head between her strong thighs and then moving forward to sit on his face smothering him.

It’s time we had a little chat

Ken walked into the lounge of his house expecting to see Deborah waiting for him but instead he was greeted with the sight of Aunt Erica sitting on the leather sofa looking up at him with a doubled over belt in her hands and resting across her bare thighs. Ken is looking down at Aunt Erica whose tight white blouse is open at the top showing more than a hint of her cleavage and her short skirt puts her legs on show but it is the look on her face that holds Ken’s attention. Aunt Erica is just as pretty as her older sister but her eyes are much darker and they are staring intently at Ken and after a few seconds of this gaze he drops his eyes to the floor.

‘Ken it’s time that we had a little chat as your mother has been telling me that you’ve been neglecting your studies, going out drinking every night and getting involved with a bad crowd of boys and bringing the wrong types of girls home to meet her. Now clearly you are no longer at school but you are living under your mother’s roof and as such she expects better behaviour from you. From my conversations with your mum it is clear that you are lacking discipline and while your mum is more than capable of disciplining you we both felt that it would be more appropriate if I, as your Aunt, was to be the one that applies the discipline because as a teacher I am experienced in such matters and as an outsider I will not be tempted to let you off when you start to cry and plead which I can assure you that you will as before long the belt that you can see me holding will be applied to your bare bottom but before that you will be treated like the little boy that you are with a spanking so go to your room and get ready for bed’ Aunt Erica commands.

‘And what if I refuse to do so’ Ken says defiantly standing his ground.

‘Well if you refuse you will be making a big mistake as in my job I’ve dealt with much bigger and tougher boys than you and none of them has ever managed to avoid what is coming their way, which is always much worse as a result of their rebellion’ Aunt Erica answers before asking, ‘well are you going to obey or not?’.

Ken stands still for a moment or two and just to spur him into a decision one way or the other Aunt Erica swings the belt and catches Ken on the backs of his legs and even through the jeans he can feel it.

‘Ok, ok I’m going to obey’ Ken says turning on his heels and storming up to his bedroom  stripping down to his boxer shorts as that is how he sleeps and sitting sullenly on the end of the bed. It is about 5 minutes later when Aunt Erica walks into the room still carrying the belt but she has also picked up a cane from somewhere.

‘I warned you that rebellion would lead to an increased punishment and you still went through with a mini rebellion therefore you will also be caned. Stand up’ Aunt Erica instructs sharply taking Ken’s place on the end of the bed as soon as it is vacated and before he knows what is happening and has a chance to fight it his boxer shorts have been yanked down and Aunt Erica has pulled Ken down over her lap trapping his legs underneath one of hers and twisting one hand up his back to stop him from resisting the spanking too much. Seconds later the first smack has landed on Ken’s bottom and it is right he feels like a little boy again because he hadn’t been spanked in many years. Aunt Erica has a very hard hand and she applies it vigorously to Ken’s bare bottom for over 10 minutes leaving him very hot, sore and struggling for breath.

‘Stand up and bend over the bed’ Aunt Erica says when she has released her grip on Ken and he doesn’t hesitate before obeying. Ken watches Aunt Erica picking up the belt, doubling it in her hands and then he feels her measuring it against his bottom adjusting her position until she is satisfied and it is then swung with power down into his bottom. It lands with a sharp crack and a much more penetrating sting than Aunt Erica’s hand. Again no leniency is shown to Ken as belted time and again until he feels like he’ll never sit down comfortably again. Worse was to come though as Aunt Erica picked up the cane and delivered 6 of her very best strokes each of which drew a cry from Ken.

‘Now you will get dressed Ken and apologise to your mother for the disrespect that you have shown her recently. If your apology is not sufficiently sincere and detailed then she will send you back to me and we will start again and just so you know I will be receiving a weekly report on your behaviour from now on and if it does not improve sufficiently then I will punish you every week until it does improve. Do I make myself clear?’ Aunt Erica barks at Ken.

‘Yes Aunt Erica’ Ken answers quietly before getting dressed and going to find his mum.

Portfolio

Our further education college is pretty liberal and has an excellent reputation for getting excellent results particularly in the arts and humanities but it’s good in all subjects. I’ve been going out with Shelley for a few years and we are very close and she is a free spirit with a rebellious streak that enjoys pushing at the boundaries of what is acceptable behaviour in the college. Shelly’s normal way of doing this is through her appearance and clothing. Shelley is almost six feet tall as it is but she generally wears knee-high boots with high heels which means that she towers over all of the girls and many of the boys in the college. Adding to Shelley’s striking appearance is her black hair that only emphasises the pale, almost translucent, skin that is often decorated with vivid make-up. What shocks most people though is the studded black leather collar and short silver leash that often hangs down from Shelley’s neck and the other body jewellery that she wears and which she definitely isn’t afraid to show off.

Shelley enjoys the fact that she shocks people and many of the other students in the college are slightly afraid of her but she is a really lovely girl with a wonderfully giving personality. Shelley is also very close friends with Claudia and this surprises everyone because Claudia has always been seen as being a really ‘good’ girl and in looks she is almost the diametric opposite of Shelley. Claudia hates this image and she is doing something that will demolish this image once and for all. Shelley’s favourite subject is Art and all of her teachers are really worried about the portfolio that Shelley is creating for her exam and the fact that Shelley refuses to tell them the exact subject nature of the portfolio when she is asked doesn’t do much to calm their fears.

Claudia and I know the subject matter of Shelley’s portfolio because we have been her models throughout the project and it is centred on fetish, BDSM and CP imagery using photography as her main medium but painting and sculpture are also included. I was always going to be one of the models and as soon as Shelley had told Claudia about the project she had wanted to take part to destroy her good girl image once and for all. Shelley was very happy for Claudia to be involved and because we are all over eighteen it makes things a lot easier for everyone as we can sign our own model releases. Shelley has used a wide range of different settings and scenarios but in the majority of images I am the submissive to Claudia’s impressive and beautiful Dominatrix. All of the sessions have taken place with great secrecy and afterwards Shelley didn’t show us the results but she did tell us that she was very happy with the results.

A few days before Shelley had to hand in the portfolio she showed both of us the public and private versions of it. Shelley’s talent for erotic imagery came through in the public portfolio which was incredibly sexual but not obscene in the slightest while the private portfolio was very definitely for adult viewing only. Claudia and I congratulated Shelley on the portfolios and we are very interested in the reaction that the public portfolio will get. Shelley shocked both of us when she told us that she had filmed some of the sessions as well and we started to watch them ending up tangled up together such was the power of the films.

Shelley submitted her portfolio for examination and then for display around the college but there was a real argument between Shelley and the College as to whether they could display the works due to the nature of them. Shelley stood her ground and in the end the portfolio was displayed and the reaction to it was incredible. There were regularly large groups standing in front of each piece of work talking about it and then looking at Claudia and me in a strange way as if they are trying to work out just how perverted we are. Shelley was friends with the owner of a couple of local galleries and she had agreed to display the private portfolio for a couple of weeks in one of the galleries.

Shelley and the gallery owner both invited lots of people to the opening night and it was very successful with lots of the pieces being sold even though that hadn’t been the intention but more interesting for Shelley was the interest from publishers and editors which led to a number of commissions. Claudia and I were at the opening night and we had gone in a way to explore our roles so I spent the night being led around on a collar and leash by Claudia and then when we were sitting down I was kneeling at Claudia’s feet either giving her a foot massage or worshipping her feet with my mouth and tongue. Occasionally when Claudia felt that I wasn’t giving her the attention she took me over her knee and spanked me which was great fun, although much more gentle than in the photographs.

This action almost drew as much attention as the art itself and then Shelley came over and giving us both a few swipes with the broad leather belt that she was wearing which gave both of us a start. It shouldn’t have surprised me because Shelley had always dominated me which was how she knew that it would be good to go with this type of action for the portfolio. With the new commissions that Shelley got from the exhibition she kept faith with me and Claudia as the models wherever she could much to our pleasure.

Transformation

I first came across Laura when she joined in her final year after her parents had moved to the area the previous summer. I am also in my final year at school and hold the position of Headboy and as with all of the Prefects I have the right to administer the slipper to the bare bottoms of the boys and girls in the school. Laura has an innate cheekiness and an infectious sense of fun that I find refreshing because she generally stops just before she crosses the line into outright impertinence so although she has been very close to feeling my slipper it has never happened. Just once though in the summer term she steps over the line and gives me lip once too often so I take her into my office and instruct her to lift her skirt, lower her pants and touch her toes. Laura obeys each of the commands without any hesitation and it almost looked as if she was enjoying them given the sauciness of her display. Laura’s bottom has a beautiful roundness and the pale white skin looks beautifully soft so I take my time collecting the slipper so that I can admire the view for a little while longer.

My slipper is an old one of mine so it’s a size 10 and although the upper is quite soft the sole is still quite solid as Laura will feel when I tap it against her left cheek a couple of times. With each touch Laura flinches and when I deliver the first smack sharply she gives a startled cry. A red mark blushes across the skin and I immediately lay on the second smack to the right cheek to even up the blush. Laura’s bottom tenses up as she tries to deal with the sting but there isn’t a cry this time as she knows what to expect. I used the lower edge of the red blush as my target for the remaining four smacks and by the end of the punishment the whole of Laura’s bottom was blushing red and when I rested the back of my hand against the skin the heat was incredible. Laura wriggled her bottom against my hand and even tried to get my hand down between her legs but I resisted the temptation to let her and instead instructed her to stand up, pull up her pants and drop her skirt. Laura turned to face me once she had done what she was told and the look on her face suggested to me that this wasn’t the end of the matter.

I walked to and from school every day and that afternoon was no different but what was different was that Laura followed me home although I didn’t know it to begin with as I was chatting away with the friends I normally walk home with. A few seconds after I have stepped into the house, which is empty because both of my parents are at work, there is a knock at the door and I open it to see Laura standing there. Laura doesn’t say anything instead she just pushes past me and closes the door behind her.

‘I am damn sure that you know how horny that slippering left me this afternoon and don’t even try to deny the fact that it had the same effect on you because I saw the bulge in your trousers as you were looking at me. You are going to repeat it now but this time you are going to do something about it at the end’ Laura says almost as soon as she has closed the door. I admired the confidence and directness of her statement and certainly could not deny that it was true.

‘There is just one slight difficulty with that plan Laura. Ironically I do not have a pair of slippers at home so it will have to be my belt instead’ I say pulling it out from the loops of my trousers.

‘That is even better. Where is your bedroom Ken?’ Laura asks and I lead her up the stairs and along the hall to my bedroom which is actually quite tidy for a change. Laura strips out of her uniform completely, allowing me to see all of her perfect body, before bending over to touch her toes again. Laura’s bottom still bore the redness from a few hours ago and I stroked this with my hands for a few seconds making her shiver before I placed a couple of smacks with my hand on each cheek of her bottom. I doubled the belt over in my hand and stroked it over Laura’s bottom.

‘Twelve’ I said before delivering the first one so that Laura knew what she was going to get. The first stroke landed with a lovely crack and was followed by a yelp from Laura as it would have been sharper than the slipper. I worked through these strokes slowly so that we could both savour the sensations and I know that watching the redness deepening on Laura’s bottom was arousing me again. Even though Laura gave a sharp cry with each of the last few strokes, which were harder, and tears were dripping down onto the carpet it was obvious that she was still aroused by what I’d done to her because there is another liquid glistening on her pussy lips. I dropped the belt onto the floor and stood directly behind Laura putting my hands on her bottom to feel the heat and this time I took the lead and ran my hands over her bottom before she again tried to direct a finger down between her cheeks. I gave her bottom a smack which stopped it in place before I worked my long fingers down into the valley between Laura’s cheeks. I let my fingers work over and around her lips coating them in her honey before swapping my hands so that I could taste the sweet juices that were already on my fingers.

Laura allowed me to play with her for a few minutes before she turned round and knelt down in front of me. Laura reached up and undid my trousers letting them drop to the floor where they were quickly followed by my boxer shorts. My cock is already hard and the silky touch of Laura’s fingers only gets it harder then she takes it into her mouth. Laura’s touch is magical and I put my hand on the back of her head to keep her in place until I think that I am about to explode when I let her go but she carries on so that I do climax in her mouth. Laura swallows as much of this as she can but some dribbles out of her mouth, I pull Laura to her feet and we start to kiss. Laura breaks off from this kiss after a few minutes and she strips me out of the rest of my clothes. Laura and I end up on my bed and are having so much fun that we lose track of time and are almost caught having sex by my mum when she comes home from work. It was only the fact that we heard the car crunching on the gravel drive that saved us from this embarrassment. This was the start of a wonderful relationship between us which continued even though I went off to university the following year while Laura went travelling for a year as she’d always planned to do.

Laura joined me at the university at the start of my second year and although she had a room on campus she didn’t spend much time there because she more or less moved into the house I was sharing. Although it was a shared house we regularly had the place to ourselves so we are able to play together regularly and we quickly discovered that it was more than just corporal punishment that turned us on. Our desires mesh together almost perfectly and during the year we have great fun exploring as many of these desires as we possibly can and Laura’s desire to be completely owned by me is obvious. At the start of the next year we move into a flat together so that we are not sharing with anyone and can play out our roles without fear of discovery.

Laura had retained a lot of her cheekiness and sense of fun from school days and this was great fun for both of us because it allowed lots of opportunity to play out punishments and on one Sunday morning Laura was really acting up as it was a few days since I’d punished her. I had Laura wank me off into a pair of the navy blue knickers she’d had to wear to school and then I made her put them on and this was all she was allowed to wear for the day when she was revising for her finals. As the spunk dried in them she complained that it felt terrible so that evening I had her wank me off into them again and I stuffed the sodden gusset into her mouth as a gag while I used a new cane on her bare backside. Thirty six times the cane kissed Laura’s bottom leaving beautiful red lines burned on her bottom and the tears that had streaked her face stopped her from bratting for a little while at least.

One aspect of Laura’s character that we haven’t really played with yet, because of a lack of opportunity rather than anything else, is her sluttish tendencies and in particular her desire to take part in a gang bang where all of her holes are used hard. It wouldn’t be too hard to organise this but I hadn’t set it up yet because I wanted it to be perfect for Laura and needed a minimum of ten people to take part. I play rugby for one of the local teams, having decided not to play for the university, and our last game of the season this year was against our bitter local rivals and if we won then it would be the perfect opportunity to fulfil Laura’s fantasy because everyone would be so high that having a willing slut waiting in the changing rooms would be like manna from heaven and almost certainly she would get the heavy use that she craved. It would also be perfect because none of the team would know Laura was my girlfriend as they had never seen us as a couple which would give the necessary privacy for us. I knew that some of the team would not participate in the gang bang because of relationships but out of the twenty-two people there should be plenty to keep Laura fully occupied for an hour or two. Laura and I have talked about the gang bang and what she would want from it regularly so and she knows that her normal safe word system will operate so I don’t tell her exactly what I am planning for her.

‘You will be waiting for us completely naked apart from a pair of white ankle socks in the communal shower of our changing room at the end of our next rugby match Laura’ is all that I tell Laura although the knowing look on her face suggests that she has a clear idea of what this means. Only I knew what was waiting for us in the changing room at the end of what had been a very hard match but because we’d won it we are all flying. Laura has followed her instructions and has positioned herself so that every part of her body is available for use.

‘To cap a fine win and a fine season overall you are all invited to take your pleasure from this slut who is a slave to a friend of mine. She has had an enduring fantasy of being gang banged and her owner has decided that she should get to experience this without him being present. Her mouth, anus and pussy are available for you to use as often and as hard as you wish however if you hear the command ‘cease’ then you will stop immediately’ I explain looking directly at Laura who has a massive grin on her face. As I expected a few of the team made their excuses and left but the rest of us stripped off and joined Laura in the shower. I started off with her anus just to warm her up for others to use and in time everyone who remained took a turn at all three of the holes before finally we all crowded round the very sore and exhausted Laura, spraying her body with a final load of spunk. Laura didn’t have a shower instead she just threw on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt before walking out of the changing rooms. Laura made her way to my car and sat waiting for me to return.

‘Thank you so much for organising that for me Ken I’m glad that I’ve done it once and I’m so sore but so horny as well’ Laura says as I sit down in the car.

‘It was my pleasure Laura I’m glad that you enjoyed it although I think I should flog you for being such a wanton slut’ I answered.

‘Mmm yes please’ was Laura’s dreamy response so when we got home I tied her up to the cross and flogged every part of her body front and back before we cuddled up to one and another coming down off of our highs. I started to work after graduating while Laura finished off her degree and she also got a job quickly which meant that we were able to buy ourselves a house and this enabled us to build a couple of wonderful play spaces that saw lots of use and we started to host private parties for friends we’d made within the local BDSM community and after a couple of years Laura’s hankering for another gang bang got so strong that I arranged one at one of these play parties and what made this one even more fun was that there was another female slave being used at the same time and then a male slave was instructed to clean out both of the slaves at the end of the night which really pleased Laura as I found out the following morning.

Laura was starting to display some dominant tendencies and this enjoyment of the humiliation of the male slave was part of that but mainly the target of these tendencies were other women and I let Laura play with these feelings during one of the play parties and she read the desires of the sub she was playing with really quickly hardening her manner to meet the feelings she was getting back. This became obvious after Laura has given the sub a paddling with one of our wooden paddles and then fetches the punishment pants that she herself has felt on a number of occasions. These pants are a simple pair of cotton knickers but I had Laura sew some coarse sandpaper into them and after her punishment she has to put them on and sit on a hard wooden stool. Laura knows perfectly well that if you fidget when you are in these pants then the sandpaper irritates the skin even more but the combination of the hard paddling, the hard stool and the sandpaper makes it very difficult not to fidget. When I’ve had to use these pants on Laura thirty minutes is all it takes to get a very attentive slave for a few weeks and so it proves with Laura’s sub that night because after only fifteen minutes the obedience towards Laura is obvious.

Role player

Miranda and I have just arrived home after a wonderful night out and as we are in our bedroom getting ready to go to bed Miranda is bending over to remove her boots. This gives me a stunning view of Miranda’s gorgeous bottom sheathed in her very tight leather jeans. I find it impossible to resist this target and plant a smack on it with my right hand. This echoes around the room and as I am about to deliver a second smack Miranda stands upright and spins round to face me with a look of retaliation on her face.

‘I don’t think so my dear. If we are going to be playing these games then I will be the one that is administering the punishment not receiving it’ Miranda says in a tone of voice that tells me she really means it.

‘Well are we going to play these games or not?’ she asks.

‘Yes Mistress please spank me’ I answer in what I hope is a suitably subservient tone. At the moment Miranda’s hair is a fiery red colour but it changes very regularly as does the style since Miranda owns her own hairdressing salon and gets one of her stylists to do her hair for her whenever she fancies a change. When Miranda changes her colour or style she has the skills of an actress to change her character as well so that it can match anything from a dizzy blonde to a suave sophisticated businesswoman with skill.

Miranda has only recently changed to the fiery red hair after she found out that I have a particular love for red heads and she has been playing with a fiery, passionate, temper since she made the chance but the utter dominance that she is showing now is something I’ve never seen before but I could see that she was loving the role and I was very happy with it as well. Miranda unbuckled the belt in my jeans and pulled it through the loops before wrapping it between her hands and giving it a crack.

‘Strip and present your backside for its thrashing then my slave’ Miranda says sharply and I obey the command by bending over the end of our bed. Doubling the belt over in her hands Miranda trails the leather over my bottom and then swings it down hard landing with a loud crack. It stung more than I thought it would so I half rose from my position.

‘Get back down my slave. I’ve only just started with you and there is a long way to go before I’ve finished with you’ Miranda says fiercely and I drop my hands back down onto the bed waiting for the onslaught to begin. Enthusiastically Miranda starts to belt my bottom covering every inch with smarting strokes but I am starting to get highly aroused by the heat travelling through my body.

‘Onto your back on the bed’ Miranda commands and I watch her stripping. Miranda picks up her stockings and I am imagining all the wonderful things she could do with these. I allowed Miranda to take hold of my hands and tie these to the corners of the bed before she climbs onto the bed and places her knees on either side of my head. I am looking up into the gorgeous folds of Miranda’s pussy and slowly she lowers herself down until this is sitting directly over my mouth. I have always loved the tastes of Miranda’s sex but there is something even more special about being fully enclosed within it as I am now and the dominance that she has seems to be making it even hotter and wetter than normal.

Miranda has perfectly manicured fingernails and as I am licking at her sexy she is using these talons to torment my nipples. Miranda pinches my nipples sharply and I give a jolt which drives my tongue deep into her pussy bringing a moan from Miranda in the process. This reaction only encourages Miranda to keep on tormenting my nipples and it wasn’t long before she climaxed flooding my face in her juices. Miranda ground her pussy around my face to spread these juices all over me before she raised herself onto her knees and crawled over the bed to her chest of drawers. I saw Miranda pulling a silk scarf from a drawer and she folded this over before blindfolding me with it so that she can play with all of my senses.

Miranda is well aware of how ticklish I am and she uses this to her advantage using the ends of her hair, her fingertips and a feather boa all over my body but concentrating on my sides when she sees how strongly I am reacting to the touch. Miranda takes me to the edge of insanity before stopping to allow me to recover for a few minutes but then she starts again and I am soon pleading for mercy, which isn’t forthcoming.

‘Don’t run away now my slave’ Miranda says as she leaves the room. I have no idea that Miranda has returned until I feel some clothes pegs being applied to my nipples which makes me jump and yelp in surprise. Miranda has obviously lit a candle when she is out of the room and I feel a few drips of wax landing on my stomach and again I squirm although I soon realise that it is a delicious sensation rather than a painful one. Miranda used the candles to draw intricate patterns on my skin in wax and then she pulled off the clothes pegs bringing another yelp from me as the blood rushed back in. Miranda sucked my nipples into her mouth while using her hands to torment my cock which so far has escaped her attention, attention that has left it throbbing painfully.

I remained blindfolded and tied up as Miranda lowered herself down onto my cock and it was an amazing feeling to be ridden in this state because it was clear that I was Miranda’s toy that she was using for her own pleasure but in the process it was giving me great pleasure at the same time and as we both climaxed she leant forward and untied my wrists before pulling the blindfold off of my eyes.

‘I love you my Mistress’ I whispered in Miranda’s ear as she was lying over the top of me.

‘I love you too my slave’ Miranda answers before rolling off of my body and snuggling up to me on the bed.