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Checking her pulse which was rapid but she was alive. After several minutes she started to move her head slut and arms. He sat beside her waiting for her to come back to normal. As she woke her pussy twitched with orgasmic after shocks. Janis finally opened her eyes seeing his beautiful blues staring at hers. She relaxed still tied to the bed and smiled at him “Thank you for the most incredible orgasm of my life Master. “ Janis let the smile slide from her lips and ask him if he was going to still punish her for speaking without pussy permission? She had a surprised puzzled look when he chuckled. “ What do think I have been doing to you for the past orgasm two hours bitch?” Janis replied “I don't understand Master” Looking into her eyes he told her there are many ways to punish a slave and they are not all corporal punishment. Orgasm denial can be a very effective punishment with the right slave. When you told me that you had never had an orgasm during sixteen years of marriage and three kids I decided keeping you on the verge of orgasm for an extended time would be better than tying you face down spread eagle to the bed and flogging you. Janis told him that keeping her on the edge for so long and then letting her orgasm so damn hard at the end was indeed torture but was worth it. Smiling she told him she was not eager to do that again though so she would not break any more rules any time soon. It was getting late and Frank untied her and let her shower before taking her home. They spent each weekend as Master/slave for the next few months. During one weekend of Master/slave Frank ask Janis if she would like to quit her job and change there role play to 24/7 Master/slave/wife. She was so excited she almost knocked him over out of his chair when she lunged into his arms kissing him like she had never been kissed before. Pulling her lips from his she was laughing hysterically. Frank laughed with her and thought she was going to pass out from laughing so happily she could not breathe. End of chapter 2 This story will continue with chapter 3.. PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT ON THIS STORY. I write these stories for your entertainment and want to know if I should cease writing or continue. Your votes and comments will determine which. My cousin and I seemed to spend half our life face-timing each other, just to talk about all kinds of tits silly things, ‘shall I wear this, today’, ‘did you see that new girl today?’, or whatever! It had got to the point of it being easier to leave our pads on all the time we were in our bedrooms. Not actually, looking at them all the time, they were just there, in case we had anything to say, they more or less got forgotten. I knew her wardrobe, just as well as my own. I knew all her underwear, the ones she liked best, and so on. We never saw each other in the nude, Sophie always changed in her en-suite bathroom but would come out in her underwear, it just seemed natural and cool. I dressed in my closet, it wasn’t a conscious thing, just what I’d always done. We just simply free and quite happy in each homemade others presence. Since she had turned eighteen though, I couldn’t help noticing how her gorgeous figure had developed, it wasn’t in any way a sexual thought, simply, a fact, she was leaving me behind. Very slowly, over time, I became aware that Sophie seemed to talk more about other girls, rather than comment on the boys. No big deal really, I didn’t give it that much thought. Of course as time went on, I began to look for the flaws in my appearance in the mirror, but those first few days, I felt beautiful, if weird as shit. She took her time getting in and out of the shower and then reluctantly put on the clothes he set out for her and headed out pussy of her room. Momo doesn't want to go back to bed yet." After a minute or so I will resume masturbating you and again, once you are close, we will stop. orgasm I made to grasp her by the ass, but my hands were suddenly held above my head, and though I didn’t doubt I could’ve thrown Adrianna across the room, those slut instincts within me demanded that I submit. I just think I may be coming down with something.” I’ve never had tits the courage to wear it out in public.” Roger and Nin sat across from us at one of the restaurants near their house. I'd botched it. The homemade doctor was just in. He said your father's seatbelt saved his life.