But my vengeful husband had no intention of allowing his wayward wife to float in her sea of hormonal bliss for any longer than was necessary to his purposes of chemically enslaving her just as surely as his bondage held her in physical durance vile. And so, I was in for yet another round of unimaginable intimate pain only to be terminated by equally off-the-charts s****l pleasure. For it was time for my feared but promised breast spanking. I remember beating off countless times in my secret b**m fantasy life to those pages on the Story of O. It's when she is held captive at the chateau, feeling forlornly forgotten both by Sir Stephen who left her there and her original lover who first introduced her to her new world of s****l submission. During this phase of her degradation, matter-of-fac
