And this whole situation – Mark tied to the bed with red and stinging asscheeks that she had made that way, his face cheeks reddened from her dominating and humiliating slaps, his new position as her bitch, her new position as Mistress – this whole situation heightened the pleasure for her. She had positioned herself right in front of his face. Jamie moved away from her position and got up from the bed. Jamie just sat there silently for a moment, running her hands over the outside of her panty, caressing herself, admiring her boyfriend in this position, restrained, ass cheeks red, desperate. She slapped him once more and then spoke. You are going to get it right now. his Mistress. But he really hadn’t been paying attention and could not answer with anything more than a stammer. Mark knew he served her well, knew he pleased her; he could feel how good this orgasm was for her and he was proud of his work. Mark was writhing in the bed still in his restraints. So he worked and worked and worked. She could sense this too; she knew he had a need to pleasure her. Mark knew he served her well, knew he pleased her; he could feel how good this orgasm was for her and he was proud of his
