If fucking came in a liquid form, then I just had drank a shot of 100 proof sex!
As we walked into the bedroom, I was shocked at what I saw, or actually, what I didn't see. There weren't any of the usual array of punishment tools: leg spreader, crop, whip or paddle. Instead, there just two chairs facing each other. Also, strangely, he had locked the entrance into the bedroom. I did see something foreboding, it was a tissue box between the chairs. That simple cardboard box...Read On