He tied me to the desk...
a big double desk, circa 1950. Facedown, arms over my head legs spread wide, standing on my toes, vulnerable. And I needed it.
Moreover, I wanted it...I couldn't get enough.
When he pulled out the flogger, I felt a tingle start, when he went to the belt I was on fire. He used me, and there was nothing I could do about it. He humiliated me, I ached for more, and I got it. I got it until I couldn't take any more.
Then we stopped to eat. I love to cook for him, it pleases me to know that he loves my cooking. But enough with that, we were back to the desk. Where once more he tied me down, and proceeded to use me again, and again, face down, face up. With his hands, his cock, with the rabbit, with the Hitachi...oh yes, it was amazing.
And I can't wait for it to happen again.
