Chapter Thirteen
Over the remaining, climactic three weeks of the soccer season Dani managed to squeeze in another four such occasions. Each one was a mirror of the first, if you’ll permit the sly allusion. Mistress inspired herself with an extended discipline session, bathed, dressed to kill, carefully accessorized, restrained me in the closet by the door, and went out clubbing. She returned by and by with some knockout sexpot who hadn’t a clue who she was and wallowed in several orgiastic hours of passionate lesbian s*x.
Each time I suffered agonies of jealousy, insanities of frustrated arousal (Mistress had consistently refused to release my p***s since that last orgasm) and a constantly increasing shameful craving to experience the assaults of her strap-on for myself. Of course, I re
