Who dominates who? Who is the slave, andwho is the Master?

Who leads the game? And who endures it?

A journey through the slippery, treacherous, and perverse world of BDSM, through
a believable novel.

The good, the bad, the clever...

- Here, bitch, lick, lick it! –

She was drooling: she was suffering and yelping, but she couldn't follow the order.

She kept pulling at the chain with her neck, but try as she may, she couldn't get closer than a few inches to my hard cock.

- Whore! I bent down a little and spit in her mouth, she shivered.

I was about to whip her but I looked at the time, it was almost eight.

I moved closer, just enough to put my dick in her mouth, finally.

"Constipated" was a beautiful woman, she was really worth it! I would have made up an excuse with Marisa, but lying was useless, she would have known everything, if only she'd wanted to.

The bitch was down on all fours, half naked, amazing, two incredible fake breasts and man, her ass. I had already though about her, but one hour was too short a time. Prepare her: tighten a belt, pull a chain, whip and slap, time just flies. Next time she would have to book two hours.

I imagined being inside her tight little ass and for one moment I put all numbers aside, I helped myself with a quick jerking and came right into the mouth of "Constipated". She drank all of it, avidly. I caressed her head quickly:

- Good, honey, you've been really good! - I untied her quickly, checked for whip marks on her butt cheeks.

- Do I have any, love? –

- Are you kidding? Three are going to last for at least a week... your husband is going to be enthusiast, you'll see. Oh, try and get the deer lined handcuffs, trust me, it's a game changer! -

I left her the bag kit, with the raspberry lubricant that helps squirting and the fisting suit for her husband, the engineer. Then I cashed in the invoice, hurrying out. It was time to run home, I checked that nobody was following me... Marisa had already cooked the Naples bean soup for me. I was already delighted at the thought, tired as I was.

(continues)