Rayne and I really like That Italian Place. Atmosphere, food, service – it's all good. And they have some secluded booths tucked away in a corner.nnRayne met me at the door, and we exchanged hugs and kisses. It's difficult for me to kiss Rayne in public, because I have a strong tendency to get carried away. Just one little peck on her cheek often turns into a little lick on her neck, which turns into a nibble on her earlobe, which can turn into. Well. Damn! It's tough for me, being orally fixated! Let's just say that I can get carried away.nnAnd there's plenty to get carried away about. Rayne is 5'6" tall. In heels, she is just a tad short of my 6' tall. She has generous hips, delicious D-cup breasts, and a waist just right for me to put my arm around her. Rayne's hair is a dark brown. It is almost black, with a hint of red. She often wears it cut to shoulder length – just long enough that I have to brush it aside to nibble her ears.nnThat day Rayne was wearing a black top with black lacy bits around the neck that almost made the fabric disappear in a wisp of black thread smoke. She was wearing a short skirt in something of a jungle print. Her accessories were black, including a black leather choker with some silvery chains that droped in graceful arcs from studs set every two inches.

I hang suspended above My Lord, waiting on his first awakening of the day.nnHe slowly opens his eyes, smiling to see the worthless piece of shit dangling over him, waiting. His magnificent cock is already erect, and without warning - although this useless cunt should need no such warning, since he does this every morning - My Lord rams his rampant cock into Slut's arse, and fucks it until he has had his pleasure. Then he presses the button that makes Slut fall to the bed and orders her to run his bath. nnSlut runs My Lord's bath at the temperature he has demanded. However, as My Lord enters the huge bathtub, he turns to Slut and informs her that because the water was not to his liking Slut would receive punishment for this, as well as her usual punishment for nothing in particular. My Lord has not yet decided what either of these punishments would be. It will be up to him, and he has never liked routine or regularity. nnSlut is ordered to wash My Lord all over, and she obeys, gently washing him as he pulls on the nipple rings he has placed in Slut's large nipples. However, when Slut says 'pulled', it actually means 'tormented', and her nipples are so sensitive that she has to cum whenever her nipples are tortured in this way. even though under permanent orders not to cum without permission.nnMy Lord is aware of this, and knows that Slut will cum and cum as often as he tortures her nipples. He smiles, therefore, knowing the pleasure he will receive from administering punishment later. 'Perhaps over breakfast,' he muses. Later, "Did Slut cum?" he asks innocently, well knowing the answer already.nn"Yes My Lord." Slut knows that to lie will only bring more pain; and while she craves pain, sometimes the pain she craves is not the kind she receives.nnSlut serves My Lord his breakfast and kneels beside his chair, awaiting his orders for the day. nn"After breakfast you will assume your usual position in the punishment room and wait there for me," he growls, standing up.