Just as quickly as it began, the onslaught stops. “I won’t do it again, don’t worry” She looks me over carefully. Indian xxx The house we live in belongs to Mistress; she inherited it from her family. I cannot see Mistress from where I’m standing, until she gets to the bottom, then turns towards the area where I am, in the far end of the cellar. It’s meant to provide a place to lay down during those times when I am made to stay bound and chained down here, waiting for Mistress’ return. Taking me gently by the hand, she leads me upstairs to her bedroom, where we make love together as the sun is rising outside. You will NEVER curse at me ever again!” She berates me this way, until she is panting, gasping for breath, and the crop has come down on me no less than 25 times, and possibly more.
