When she finished her stretches, she asked if we were going to take laps

around the house. I told her No, we were now going to take a walk. I

told her to untie her leash and lead herself to the mural room. She

looked puzzled by that destination, but quickly complied. On the way

through the bedroom, I picked up the the sun block, and covered her body

with it. It mixed with and smeared the dried cum on her face and

breasts. When she was well coated, I told her to put on the blouse and

hot pants she wore last night during our trial run. She really looked

confused then, but quickly complied. I looked at her transformation,

remembering how badly I had wanted to feast my eyes on her last night.

She asked if she should put on the heels also, and I said No, sadly her

workout shoes and socks would have to do.

She said she felt uncomfortable wearing forbidden clothing. I told her

not to worry about it, her master would decide later whether or not she

would be punished for violating a command. She looked at me, and I

smiled and said I was kidding. She gave me a smile of relief. I had her

grab her kit, I grabbed the plans for learning machine and a blanket,

then held her leash as she walked to the exit door. I picked up the

canteen and food, and off we went.

I was walking behind her, holding her leash and enjoying the

unaccustomed view of her ass in the hot pants, her bare midriff, and her

barely concealed upper back. I decided we would reconsider her

requirement to be naked most of the time, she looked as good in clothes

as she did naked. We would see about getting her some really trashy

clothes and bedroom wear. Just then she asked where we were going, and I

told her to go to the second stop, then we would decide whether to go

left or right. She groaned and said she voted right, she still

remembered her walk through the weeds and the tough climb from a few

days ago.

When we reached the second stop. I told her this was far enough, and

gave her the blanket to spread. I then put her in the learning pose at

one corner of the blanket and told her she could talk to me if she

really wanted to. I lay down on the blanket on my stomach, facing away

from her, and started studying the plans for the learning machine. She

didn't like me ignoring her, and she asked me what I was doing. I told

her she could see what I was doing. She was quiet for a minute, then

asked me why I was looking at those plans. I told her I wanted to

understand how the circuit works, I had an interest in circuit design.

Just then I saw what I was looking for. After taking a minute to be

sure, I told her to come over and lie down beside me, I had something to

show her. She lay down beside me, and said that all looked like bad

abstract art to her. I told her the little squiggly things were called

resistors, and they were used to adjust how much voltage there was at a

given point in the circuit. I showed her the resistors that ran from

outside the circuit to the points that were labeled electrodes. those

resistors represented the resistance of her body to the high voltage

applied to her tits and legs. The designer had labeled those resistors

with the values he estimated for a human body.

Then I showed her how to trace the circuit lines back from the

electrodes, to a network of resistors. Those resistors, together with

the resistors that represented her body, determined how much voltage her

body received during the shocks. Then I pointed out the arrangements of

resistors that didn't connect to anything. I told her those resistors

could be selected by a switch, and their different values would change

the voltage she felt. She looked at me, and said, "That little bastard

told me he would have to redesign the whole thing to change the voltage.

Why did he lie?"

I said, "Didn't you tell me that when he helped you try it out, you were

topless and wore a bikini bottom?" She said that was right. "My bet is

he wanted to see what was under that bikini bottom," I told her. "He was

hoping that if he could come back enough times, for more tests, he would

eventually get the fuck of his life." She said that would never have

happened, from the day she met me nobody else had a chance at fucking

her.

I told her I would take the thing apart when we got back, and see if the

circuit matched the schematic. If it did, I would try to lower the

voltage, and she would test it. I then had her sit up on her knees

again, and I rolled over on my back and looked at her for a long time. I

told her what I was thinking on the way here, how good she looked in

clothes, and how I would like to get her some really trashy clothes. She

asked if I wanted to make her my whore, and I said she would never be a

whore, but occasionally I wanted her to look like one. She smiled and

said she would love to be my whore, and to prove it she would like to

give me a long, slow blowjob. I asked her how her period was coming, and

she said there was barely any flow now, it was over sooner than usual. I

told her to leave the blouse on, but get out of her pants. She took them

off quickly, then I told her to strip me, apply sun block to my body,

and give me a long, slow fuck. Then we would talk about the blowjob.

After the fuck and the blowjob, I told her to put her pants back on,

because they looked so hot on her. That got me a big smile. I unpacked

our lunch, and we made small talk while we ate. I found it hard to keep

my hands off of her, and while I was caressing one of her thighs, I

simply ran my fingers a short way under her pants. I was nowhere near

her pussy, but she came hard. I asked her what brought that on, and she

said she could see how she was turning me on, and that turned her on. I

said there was no doubt, we had been missing a lot by keeping her naked.

Then, realizing how she might interpret that, I quickly added that I

loved looking at her naked body, too. She laughed and said she

understood what I meant, she thought she looked sexy also, that's why

she chose those clothes to tempt me.

About a half hour after we finished lunch, I told her it was time to

head back. She asked me to please butt fuck her first. I said a butt

fuck outside always led to a blowjob, and I didn't think I was up for

both right now. She smiled when I said "up for," and she said it was

always available, whenever I wanted it. I took her hand and told her I

knew that.

Before I could get up, she quickly lay down on top of me and began

kissing me. She said I mustn't do anything I thought would damage our

partnership, no matter how strongly she urged me to. She said she

depended on me to keep her on course to please her Master. I told her I

would make the best decision I could, and it had not been decided either

way yet. As soon as I said that, I knew it was untrue. I had made my

decision, I was just hoping I would change it before next Friday. Using

one of the paper napkins from our lunch and water from the canteen, I

wiped the remaining cum stains from her face. I said her face was too

pretty for that kind of treatment, and apologized. She said it made her

feel more submissive, and I was welcome to come on her whenever I wished.

I was afraid it would occur to her at some point, and as we were walking

home she asked me why I was interested in the training machine again. I

told her it was just something that had occurred to me, I was always

interested in electronic circuits, and got curious if there was anything

I could do to salvage the machine. All that was true, but none of it was

the real reason. Fortunately she didn't pursue the question.

When we were back in the house and had stowed all of the gear, I took

her to the bathroom and stripped her. I took her clothes to Philip, and

asked him to please run them through the laundry right away. Then I went

back to Carrie, and we gave one another a thorough shower, including

quite a bit of groping. When we had dried off I dressed her in her heels

and housewear. I asked her if she had an electric drill, and she said

yes. I told her to go get it and all the drill bits she had, then meet

me in the mural room.

When she returned with the drill, I gave it a try to make sure the

battery was fresh. I threw the drill and bits, and the training machine

documentation, in the drawer with my bondage gear, and told her we were

going to the basement. She carried the drawer and I unlocked the door.

She asked me if I wished to attach her wrists before she entered, and I

said No, this was a repair session, not a training session. We went to

the machine, and I immediately removed the cover from the circuitry box.

I quickly determined that the schematic was correct. There were two

small rotary switches which would select the voltage-setting resistor

for the breast and the leg shocks. Both switches had 5 positions, and

were set at one extreme of their range. Obviously that extreme was the

highest voltage, and the opposite extreme was the lowest voltage. I

reset both switches to the center position, then reinstalled the cover.

Then I looked at the brackets holding the targets and their pressure

sensitive switches. I saw that their position behind the breast cutouts

were determined by two bolts on each target. The bolts fit through holes

in the floor of the console, and were held by simple nuts. I asked

Carrie if she had an adjustable wrench, and she said she thought there

was one in a drawer in the Master's area. I sent her after it, and she

found it. I removed the nuts and bolts, so both targets were just

sitting on the floor of the console. I told her it was time to install

her in the machine, and proceeded to do that, except I didn't put any of

the electrodes on her. I turned on the PC, waited for it to boot and

start the control program, then activated the test mode.

I told Carrie to push her left breast into the left breast cutout. She

said that wouldn't work unless she wore the bra with the nipple cut out.

I told her that's what we were going to fix, to go ahead and push her

breast into the cutout. She did as I told her, then I slid the left

target forward until it contacted her breast and the light came on above

the left cutout. I slid the target a little farther, until her breast

had fully depressed the switch, then marked where the new holes would be

drilled. We repeated the whole thing for the right breast, then I

drilled the new holes and reattached the targets using their bolts and

nuts. Still in the test mode, I had her activate each switch several

times, to make sure she could reliably light the test lights.

I told her it was now time for her to test the new voltage settings, if

she was willing to. She said she was willing. I attached the ankle

electrodes with conductive paste, then smeared the paste on her breasts

and the edges of the cutout. I asked her if she was ready, and she took

a deep breath and told me she was ready. I verified that the trial time

was set to 30 seconds, then flipped the Operate switch. I kept my hand

on the switch. In about 20 seconds, the first trial started. The left

breast was selected, and she immediately pushed her left breast into the

corresponding cutout. She yelped, and the machine recorded a success.

She smiled at me, and I asked her how the shock compared to the

organization's machine. She said it was a little milder, but pretty

close. I told her we would leave it at this setting for now, perhaps

some time we would try the next higher value.

I watched her perform another 6 trials, and each was a success. I asked

her if she was ready to fail a trial. She shivered, and said "Yes,

Master." I told her she didn't have to, but she said she was ready. I

turned the delay up to 60 seconds, just in case. When the second trial

timed at 65 seconds, I told her to fail the next trial. She obeyed, and

the effect on her seemed much like I remembered from the organization's

machine. I timed her recovery, and she was back on her feet and

seemingly alert within 20 seconds. She looked at me, and said "piece of

cake." I asked her how it compared, and she said it was a little

stronger than she remembered, but she was learning to cope with it

better. I asked her if she wanted to try the next lower setting, and she

said we should leave it where it is; after all, it was a punishment, and

should hurt a little.

Looking at the floor at her feet, I said it couldn't be too bad, she

didn't pee on the floor. She laughed. I switched off the Operate mode,

then removed her from the machine and wiped the grease from her ankles

and breasts and the console. She asked if she should take the drawer

back upstairs, or leave it here. I told her we still had one more job to

do.

I removed the nuts and bolts holding the targets. I told her I was

curious about something, and wanted to check it out. I stripped off my

shirt and took Carrie's place in the machine. After adjusting the

console height, I had her turn on the Test mode, then pressed my left

breast in the cutout as far as I could. I told Carrie to slide the left

target forward until the contact light came on. The target was only a

few millimeters from the farthest it could go when the light came on. I

told her to push it as far forward as it would go, then hold it still. I

tried several times to press my breast into the cutout, and each time I

could activate the light. I told her to move the right target all the

way forward and hold it. I could also activate the right contact light.

I told her we would drill holes at that position, too.

When I looked at Carrie, she was grinning ear-to-ear, but she had been

ordered not to speak again of the role swap. I smiled at her, and said,

"Yes, I'm going to do it. And yes, you can talk about it now." She ran

around to my side of the console, threw her arms around me, and told me

she loved me. "What's not to love?" I said. "You can twist me around

your little finger and get me to do whatever you want." Then I told her

there was a catch, and she asked what it was. I said I didn't want to do

it next weekend, I wanted to do it this weekend, from 6:00 PM Friday

night to 6:00 PM Saturday night. She instantly agreed, and kissed me.

She asked why this weekend, and I answered that I was sure I could talk

myself out of it in a week. She promised me that it would be a good

thing for us, with no down side, and I told her I wished I could be sure

of that, but I wasn't. She told me again that to make it worth doing, I

had to want to be the best, most submissive slave I could possibly be

during that 24 hours. If I didn't think I could do that, we should call

it off. I told her I honestly didn't know, but I wanted to try, and

anything she could do to help me get into that mindset would be

welcomed. She said we would figure it out together, and kissed me again.

Then I told her to let go of me, I had work to do.

I quickly drilled the holes and attached the targets at the extreme

front of the console. I went back into the machine and tried both

breasts, and was able to consistently activate the contact lights. I

told Carrie to shut the machine down. She asked me if I wanted to try it

for real before agreeing to be put into it, and I said I hadn't let her

try it before putting her into it for the first time. She looked at me

tenderly and told me again that she loved me.

I told her we were done here, and asked her where she wanted the stuff

in the drawer, down here or upstairs? She wanted the bondage straps

upstairs and everything else down here. I took the straps out of the

drawer, then put the drawer back where I had found it. I asked her if

she would use the crop I had dropped on the floor. She said she still

didn't want that one moved, she would pick another one later. I picked

up the straps and unlocked the door. When we were back in the mural

room, I put the straps and my keys on the console. I told her they would

become her keys tomorrow at 6:00 PM, for 24 hours, and she should remove

her bonds before bringing me here for training. "Yes, Master," she said.

We went into the bedroom, and she asked permission to be naked for her

Master until it was time to change our roles. I gave her permission, and

she removed her shoes and housewear. She knelt in front of me and asked

me to fuck her, to fill all her holes with my cum. I said maybe it would

be better if I didn't fuck again until I was under her control, but I

offered to give her as many orgasms as she wanted. She said we would

come together, one last time in bed tonight, then she did not want to

come again until we were downstairs. In the meantime, she just wanted to

kneel at my feet and stay close to me at all times. It was only 2:00 PM.

I asked her to lie down on the bed with me, and we could discuss how we

would prepare for tomorrow's change.

We talked about it for awhile, and finally decided that I should spend

some time naked and isolated, as she had done in the waiting room. She

would come to me when it was time, and give me something to wear. I

would dress, then come alone to the mural room, where we would have a

short ceremony. during the ceremony I would strip and express my desire

to be trained in submission and obedience, then would accept my bonds

and enter the training room alone. I asked her what I should wear, and

she said leave it to her, but I had to wear whatever clothes she brought

me. I agreed. We set the time as 4:30 when I entered isolation, and 6:00

when the ceremony would start. She said that after I entered the mural

room, my body, mind, and soul would belong to her for 24 hours. She

would accept nothing less than total and instant obedience, and would

apply whatever degree of punishment was required to obtain it. I told

her I understood, and would do my best to submit and obey.

I don't really know what we did for the rest of that day and the next.

It's all a blur now. I remember her bringing dinner to our bedroom, then

some very sweet sex Thursday night. I remember breakfast and lunch in

the bedroom on Friday. I remember a lot of intimate talk about what we

meant to one another and how much we enjoyed being together. I think we

were both naked the whole time.

Then it was time for me to go into isolation. she said to go to the

spare bedroom. She had removed the pile of forbidden clothes that had

been on the bed for so long. She positioned me in front of the

full-length mirror, and suggested what I should be thinking of while I

waited. I tried to be as disciplined as I remembered she was. I doubt I

was perfectly still for the whole time, but I tried hard to be, and I

tried hard to get my mind right.

Then she entered the room. She was again dressed in the see-through

blouse and hot pants. I started to look, then averted my eyes. She said

in a soft, sweet voice that I should take a good look now, I could not

be caught looking after I entered the training room. I walked over to

her and put my hand on her breast. She covered my hand with both of

hers, then took my hand to her mouth and kissed it. Before she showed me

the clothes she had brought for me, she reminded me that I agreed to

wear what she chose, and she thought these clothes would help me to a

submissive state of mind. She said these were the largest pregnancy

skirt and blouse she had worn when carrying her son. She had not been

able to throw them away, and she wanted me to wear them to the mural

room. She said I would be helping her end her period of grieving for her

family by wearing these clothes, and after we returned from the training

room, we would destroy them together. She put the skirt on me and pinned

it so it was snug around my waist. Then she helped me slip on the blouse

and button it. She turned me to the mirror, and had me look. I didn't

have a clue why she thought this would help me to a submissive state of

mind, I thought I just looked silly. Any other time I would have refused

to wear anything like that. But I had agreed to wear what she brought,

and I was beyond caring about anything but getting to the training room.

I told her again that I was afraid, and she said again it was Ok to be

afraid. She told me to wait a minute and then report to the mural room,

then she left me. I looked at myself in the mirror for another minute,

then walked slowly to the mural room.

She was standing with her back to the control console. She asked me why

I was here. I told her I wanted to be trained to be submissive and

obedient for my Mistress. She asked me if I understood that I would not

be allowed to back out once I entered the training room. I said I

understood. She told me to strip and kneel. I slowly took of the skirt

and blouse, then knelt. As soon as I was on my knees, she told me in

detail how to pose: knees as far apart as possible, back straight, eyes

downcast, hands open, fingers straight, hands resting on thighs, palms

up, lips always apart. She then told me to repeat what I wanted, and I

repeated what I had previously said. She said I would be accepted for

training, starting at once.

She had me stand, then brought out the bondage straps and put them on

me. I noticed that the ankle/thigh straps were put on my ankles. She

attached my wrists to the belt behind my back, then told me to go

downstairs to the training room, walk to the lighted circle on the

floor, and kneel as I had just been shown.

She only left me kneeling in the spotlight for about 15 minutes. She was

well aware that I was more familiar with the mind games of this early

phase than she was. I hoped she would waste no more time than was

necessary, and once she had found a few excuses to punish me, we could

get to the real training. Without any initial pronouncement, she turned

on all of the lights in the room. Then she came through the door and

locked it, walked to the end of the room, selected a crop from the

punishment wall, then strolled up to her Slave. In spite of my knowledge

as a trainer, I admitted to myself that I was afraid. I was visibly

trembling. She walked around me several times. I knew she was watching

my eyes in addition to evaluating my Pose. Without warning she struck me

hard across my ass. She said my back was not straight, and I immediately

straightened my back as much as I could. She came around in front of me

and said I obviously wasn't straining to keep my knees open, so they

weren't open far enough. She struck me hard on the inside of each thigh,

and I strained to get my knees a few inches farther apart and hold them

in that position.

She said there was no point in going over things her Slave already knew,

such as Poses and the formal speech rules. When I was allowed to speak,

I would always refer to her as Mistress Carrie. Since there were only

two of us in the room, the Slave would respond to any name she chose to

use, but initially the Slave would be called Fuck Toy. She suddenly

reached down and grabbed both of my nipples and jerked me to my feet. I

immediately assumed the Waiting Pose, and she slapped me across my

stomach with the crop. She said my stomach muscles were not nearly tight

enough. I pulled my stomach in as much as I possibly could, and she said

that was barely adequate, not to let her see me any more relaxed than

that.

She explained how she would guide me around the training room, steering

with my nipples, starting and stopping with my ass hole. Then she turned

me toward the toilet and urged me forward. She said it was time to clean

her Slave out. She positioned me, then had me assume the Enema Pose. As

soon as I was posed she struck me across the back with the crop. She

said my back must be perfectly straight, with most of my torso weight on

my forehead. I tried to reposition myself as she wanted, but she struck

me again and said I must be stupid. Putting a hand on my back and

another on my stomach, she shaped my body the way she wanted it. She

told me to remember well how she had posed me, because the next time she

would not be so helpful.

She prepared an enema, shoved the tube into my ass, and struck me

lightly on the ass with the crop. I knew right away it was very warm and

soapy. I started to sweat, and felt the first sign of cramps. After long

minutes she pulled out the tube, and told me to remain as I was, we

weren't through. She prepared another bagful, stuck the tube back in my

ass, and squeezed the bag this time to force the solution in faster. I

felt awful, I didn't think it would be possible for me to contain all of

that. I could see myself in a few minutes licking up the solution that

had spilled from my ass. About the time she pulled the tube out, the

cramps hit me full force, and I lost a few drops out of my ass. She said

I was about to be punished for that, and I had better tense up real good

so I wouldn't squirt out any more when the crop hit. She hit me hard

three time across my ass. then said, "See, you can be a good boy when

you try." She made me turn around on my knees, then she threw a cloth

down on the floor and told me to clean up my mess. Relieved that she

didn't want me to lick it up, I took the cloth in my mouth and cleaned

up the small mess.

I was praying she would put me on the toilet then, even if she made me

continue to hold the enema. But instead she marched me across the room

to the mirrored wall, and had me turn sideways. She told me to look at

myself, I looked like I was 4 months pregnant. I looked and saw my

swollen belly. She told me to assume the waiting pose, then she walked

slowly to the Master's area. She returned with a small digital movie

camera, and started filming me. she had me turn in a complete circle,

then walk around while she filmed. finally it must have been obvious

that I had reached my limit. She told me to go and mount the toilet, and

she filmed me until I was hanging over the toilet with my feet in the

stirrups. She said she was sure I understood that I still had some time

to wait, but she hoped I was more comfortable waiting over the bowl.

She put the camera down and walked up to me. Taking my cock in her hand,

she began to masturbate me. I soon became hard, and then she stopped.

She said she liked a responsive Slave, and she thought I might live up

to the name Fuck Toy. She walked back a few paces and stood watching me.

She said she would bet I could hold the enema another half hour, and she

was tempted to put me to the test. She asked me if I thought I could

hold it another half hour, and told me to respond. Straining to speak, I

said, "Mistress Carrie, if Mistress Carrie wishes her fuck Toy to hold

its enema another half hour, it will be this Slave's privilege to do

that, Mistress Carrie."

She smiled, and said, "I don't think that will be necessary, Fuck Toy.

We have more important things to do together, you may release your load

now." It seemed like I had fluid running out of my ass for 10 minutes.

When I finally had it all out, I expected to go through the whole thing

again with fresh water, but she wasn't interested in removing all of the

soap from my bowels. I would continue having cramps for the next few

hours. She told me to get off the toilet and use the bidet, and I

quickly complied.

Without drying me, she told me to drink 8 discharges of water from the

penis faucet. I was dreading this, and sure enough I choked when the

first 4 ounces flooded into my mouth. I got an immediate 3 hard blows

across my ass. After I finished choking, I tried again and choked again.

Another 3 blows. On the third try, I only lost a few drops, and she only

hit me once. On the fourth through the eighth tries I didn't spill any.

I started to get up, and she hit me across the back. She said her slave

had been commanded to drink 8 discharges, and had screwed up the first

2. I took 2 more discharges without spilling any. She told me to get up,

then guided me to the bed.

On the way to the bed, she said it was time to see if I lived up to my

name. She backed me up to the bed, attached my ankles, then readjusted

the waist and chest supports to fit me. She attached my belt to the

waist support and pushed me into the chest brackets. After adjusting the

headrest, she strapped my head to it. Then she rotated the bed. When I

was horizontal, she tightened the knee straps and the breast straps. She

spent some time tugging on my nipples, like she was trying to get my

breasts to stand up between the straps. finally she asked me if anyone

had ever told me I was flat chested. She laughed and slapped me hard

across my chest with the palm of her hand. Finally, she attached my

wrists to the ropes that pulled my arms straight and toward the floor.

That was the first time I had experienced this position, and I saw that

what everyone said was true, it gives one a profound sense of

helplessness to be restrained like that.

Carrie had gone over to the Master's area, and she returned with some

vibrators and other gear. She first stimulated my cock until I was hard,

then she slipped a rubber over it and secured it to the base of my cock

with two small pieces of tape. She said we didn't want to lose anything

from that port, everything I shot out of there would go in my mouth

before we were done here.

She shoved one of penis-shaped vibrators up my ass and turned it on.

Smiling at me, she said I was not to come until I was given permission,

or I would be punished. Then she took the other penis-shaped vibrator

and laid it on my scrotum, between my two balls. Positioning it so its

head contacted the shaft of my penis, she secured it to me with tape,

then turned it on. finally she put the two nipple clips on me, attached

the small vibrator to one of them, and turned it on. I was already

struggling not to come, and I knew there was no way I could hold out for

long under this onslaught.

Meanwhile, she had walked up to my head. She leaned down and gave me a

long kiss. She said she would try to take my mind off of my troubles.

She repositioned my headrest, then dropped her pants and straddled my

face. She said I would make her come, I would keep count of the number

of times she came, and would call out the new count each time she came.

I would cover her whole pussy with my mouth, and stimulate her clit with

my tongue. If I lost any of the juices from her pussy, I would be

punished. If I came myself without permission, I would be punished. She

told me to nod my head if I understood, and I nodded. she lowered her

pussy onto my open mouth and told me to begin.

I could barely breathe with her covering my face, but I had no choice,

so I began working on her with my tongue. I knew she could come whenever

she wanted to, regardless of what I did, so I was wondering what she

would do. She waited a few minutes, then she started coming. Each time I

would call out the count in a muffled voice. She was partly right -

concentrating on her, keeping count, and trying to breathe, was making

my orgasms hold off longer than I would have thought possible. Finally

though, when her count was in the mid-twenties, I felt it starting. Soon

I came, and she hit me sharply on my belly with the crop. I stopped

working on her due to the pain, and then she hit me across my chest. She

said she had not given me permission to stop. I started working on her

again, and she immediately came.

After awhile I was on automatic pilot. I don't think I ever lost count

of her orgasms, but I lost count of mine and how many time she struck me

with the crop. Finally, on her 54th orgasm, I came and she hit me with

the crop. She then said that was enough, and dismounted my face. She

examined my face and the headrest, and said she was very pleased that I

had not lost any of her pussy juices. She raised my headrest and told me

to look at the rubber on my cock. It was now stretched out until it was

resting on my belly. It must have had four ounces of cum in it. She

turned off the vibrators and removed the ones on my balls and my nipple

clip. She left the one in my ass. After putting her pants back on and

carefully removing the rubber from my cock, she went to the Master's

area and squeezed the contents out into a glass. Then she turned the

rubber inside out and brought it to me. She told me to open wide, then

put it in my mouth and told be to suck it clean.