I climb the stairs out of the storm cellar where my dungeon resides and lock it carefully. “Yes, mistress!” he blurts. Black porn You don’t go in my studio, I don’t go in your man cave. I’ll have to teach you a lesson, but what, oh what can I do so it…sinks in…”
I grab a long back candlestick and light it. You know that.”
“Then why won’t you let me into the cellar/studio if it’s so boring?”
“Oh, I’ve told you, it’s my space, and it’s just how I want it, we’ve always respected each other’s privacy. Once in the house I put my outfit away and take a quick shower. “No worries,” I say with a smile, “cleanup is all part of the service.”
“Damn…that was…incredible, you’ve got…a mean streak that’s amazing. I slide the bustier down to reveal my breasts. Imagine that. …a little oil to his chest and belly rub it in, and then a few solid slaps with my open palms.
