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you?”
    I paused. But I knew the truth must be told, “I came too, Sir.”
    “Filthy fucking cunt.”
    “I’m sorry, Sir. Although I assure you, Ms. Donovan didn’t mind. Not at all. In fact, I genuinely believe she was quite pleased that my orgasm hit on the heels of hers. We just about came at the same time.”
    “What makes you think she was pleased?”
    “She taunted me about it, but in a good way. She called me her little fuck-toy, and boasted that since I seemed to be enjoying myself so much, she’d beat me even more the next time.”
    “Was that her only orgasm?”
    “No, Sir. She had two more.”
    “The same way?”
    “No. The other two did not involve the strap-on, which she removed right after fucking me. She made me lay on my back, on the floor, and she spun around, literally sitting on my face, facing my body.  Her shins pinned my shoulders down, and she started to grind her very-wet pussy all over my mouth.  In no time at all, she began to spasm and then orgasm.”
    “Then what?”
    “She caught her breath by resting a while.”
    “You rested as well?”
    “I did, although I can’t say it was easy to catch my breath”, I jokingly remarked, “my mouth was still completely covered by her wet pussy, and I didn’t want to make any audible gasps, in order to not disturb the Mistress. Best I could, I took my breaths quietly, through my nose, whenever it wasn’t fully buried between the cheeks of her ass.”
    “How did you feel in that moment?”
    “I felt an inner peace, Sir. My body was still stinging from the whipping, yet I felt content that I was able to bring sexual pleasure to Ms. Donovan.  I was happy simply that she seemed happy.”
    “That type of sentiment is indicative of a true submissive.”
    “I realize that Sir, and I agree.  In that very moment I remember feeling proud. I didn’t dare speak, but if I had I would have told her she could beat me, hurt me, use me, anything – I didn’t care, I just wanted to be at her disposal. “
    “Did she say anything during her respite?”
    “She mumbled a bit, ‘sooo good’ , she softly whispered as if speaking to herself, and ‘ lovely just lovely’ , things like that. I smiled right into her pussy lips.”
    “You said she had three orgasms, how did the third occur?”
    “After the second one she led me by hand to the couch, where we cuddled under a big comforter, and with the TV on in the background, we kissed and made small talk. She fell asleep with both her arms and a leg wrapped around me. I was careful not to stir, and an hour later she awakened. She pushed my shoulders lower, and I understood her command.”
    “How long did it take the marks to fade from your body?”
    “There are still a few remnants remaining, but 90% of the marks are gone. What little is left is barely visible.”
    “Did you have sex with anyone during the past week?”
    “No, of course not, Sir.  My intention is to abstain from sex, other than in the appointments arranged by you.”
    “Did you masturbate?”
    I hesitated, slightly embarrassed by the question, “Yes Sir, I must admit, I masturbated quite often.”
    “How often?  T ell me.”
    “At least two or three times per day, I think I came five times on one particular day.”
    “Did you use a vibrator, or some sort of toy, or your fingers?”
    “Most often m y fingers, Sir.”
    “What were you thinking about while your fingers were busy?”
    “I would close my eyes and remember various moments of my time with Ms. Donovan, replaying them in my mind over and over.”
    “ Give me an example of one such moment .”
    “At one point Ms. Donavan was using a long riding crop on my shoulders. One lash wasn’t delivered properly , and the end of the whip curled underneath my armpit, with the very tip cutting into the underside of my right breast.”
    “You enjoyed the pain?”
    “Not when it happened! I hated it. It was beyond my pain threshold. I glanced down fearful that she had