Dominatrix Dreams: Secret Strap-On Pleasure

“You don’t waste any time, do you? Blacked I had a hot date that night with Rosy Palm, the same source of relief I used last night while I imagined making love with Rosalie. I found my heavy ball peen hammer and cold chisel in seconds, lowered my body so the ends of the handles strangling my left nipple rested securely on my table vise. Of course, that also means that he’s gotten away with it God knows how many times. It’s good. They turned red quickly, so quickly that I had to replace them several times before I realized that the bleeding wasn’t going to stop. What on earth did you tell my mother?”
“Oh…she asked how long we had known each other and I told her not long enough to propose.”
“My God! Blackfish usually come in over Memorial Day weekend. He was the only one who appeared in person. “Hi, Marie,” I said in greeting as I held Rosalie’s hand. The rest of the week was a blur, although I did hear from Jeff Barnes that he would resign as soon as he had my offer in writing. I was wondering how such a stupid oblivious man could be so successful in business. What would you have in mind?”
“How about dinner–a moderately priced place so you wouldn’t feel that you owed me anything? Rosalie led me out, found my bottle of Lubriderm, and rubbed some across my groin to prevent razor burn.