“Now throw them off the balcony and into the sea.”
There was a finality to this that made me rather uneasy. But this was Mistress after all, and my obedience was automatic. Without hesitation I flung the most expensive garments I owned, right down to my Bally loafers, out into the ocean. I turned back then, and Mistress was standing right next to me.
“Good Boy,” she murmured, and briefly stroked my cheek. Then she grabbed my ever-present erection and pulled me toward the door. “Now let’s go inside and f**k!”
And so we did. Yet this time Mistress didn’t pull me to the plinth, the rack, the cylinder, gym pad or any of her other bondage devices. She didn’t even pull me into the Domination Room at all. Instead, wonder of wonders and glory of glories, she pulled me straight to her huge, cano
