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MEMORIES #7: "Little Trouble" free porn video
My boyfriend and I have a very simple, wonderful relationship. He's the boss and I'm the slave.
It's been this way since our first date. When I started acting like a brat, he put me over his knee.
It was love at first whack, you could say.
Over the years he trained me to be a good slave
Every morning I service him, snuggling under the covers and taking him into my mouth while he dreams.
Afterward, I bring him his coffee. Occasionaly I do get a bit obstreperous.
Hence my nickname "Little Trouble". But he's quick to put me back in line.
The problem is that he's away a great deal on business trips and I tend to forget most of my training.
But recently he hit on a unique way to keep me well disciplined, also when he's not around.
Before his last trip he told he'd arranged for someone to visit me and continue my training.
"Now I don't want to hear any complaning", he said, enveloping me in a bear hug.
He's six-feet-four and I'm a petite blonde.
"I'll be getting reports, so if you don't behave it'll be worse for you when I get home, believe me."
Three days later he phoned to tell me my "trainer" was coming next day. I hardly could wait for it.
I dreamed of handsome, firm men in leather jackets putting me in my place and making me enjoy it.
Next day I considered not opening the door. After all, no other man had laid hands on me ever since.
I was so excited, I had to change my underpants four times while waiting for my "trainer" to arrive.
When the doorbell rang I jumped up to answer it
Was I surprised to find a tall, very striking woman dresse in a tailored black coat and gloves!
I blushed, since I was ordered to answer the door only wearing my teddy.
"Can I help you ..." I started, but she pushed by me.
While I watched, speechless, she took off her coat, revealing a very black leather dress.
It looked like it had been spray-painted onto her body.
"I thought so," she said, looking me up and down.
"Usually a woman doesn't expect another woman. But don't expect me to be easy on you."
I think she saw a spark of rebellion in my eyes.
"Now prepare me a drink while I get some things ready." Numbly I fixed her a Scotch and soda.
She came into the living room and taking me by the hand, drew me into the bedroom.
When I saw the whips, long and lethal-looking, neatly arranged on the bed, I cried out, tried to run.
But before I reached the door she had grabbed me by my hair.
She threw me on the bed, and with one knee on my back she pinned me down.
"Don't fight me. I'm going to give your man my report tonight.
And you don't want whipping when he gets home, do you?"
There was steel in her voice this time.
While I struggled, she tied my hands to the bed posts and stuffed a scarf up my mouth.
I heard a snap, and then the whistle of something cut through the air. My body tensed.
Her cool hand unzipped the crotch of my teddy and pushed it above my waist.
"Don't fight it, honey, she said softly
"You're going to get twenty and another five for trying to run away."
Then a stinging lash seared my behind. I tried desperately to avoid the blows.
But every stroke landed exactly below the one before. After fifteen I gave up.
All that existed for me was the burning sting of the whip.
At first I had tried to keep my legs together, but now I squirmed.
I stopped to care how much of myself I exposed to my "trainer".
"Twenty-five," she announced. "Now kiss the whip."
I lifted my head, and she removed the scarf from my mouth.
I hesitated and she whisperd, "Another five then?"
I quickly kissed the whip.
Before she left she spread cold cream on my burning bottom, untied me and covered me with a blanket.
Mac called that night to let me know he loved me and was pleased with the report he had received.
Now, whenever he's away, he sends over a dominatrice who makes me toe the line.
Only once did I disobey a dominatrice. When Mac got home he really made me wish I hadn't.
But that's another story.
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Lauryn
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