Carrying the toy hidden in my pocket all day, has stirred my mind. Every time I start to forget about it, it bumps into my leg, and it reminds me again. I remember you telling me what you did with

I look to you in your mistress state: faux-leather gloves, corset, and fishnets, in awe as you berate me. “How dare you masturbate with out my permission?! If I own you, as you say, then why

You summon me into the bed room, where you blind fold me and tell menot to move as you remove all of my clothing.I hear you the licking of metal as you handcuff my hands behind myback. You then move