Mel was so docile it kinds wore me down ,she never complained about being abused ,I hesitate to say punish because she rarely stepped out of line ,she was a lot light sissy who lived to feel the pain .

In fact I was missing it some what myself ,I felt the old urge to be humiliated ,to flinch at the sound of a whip or cane just before it struck my ass ,pussy or tits .I wondered how Mike would take it if I
approached him about being used in front of the large crowd that was going to be here .The leaders of the community and their wives who where actually worse than their husbands or boyfriends .

I hated the thought of the women's catcalls ,but relished it at the same time ,their urging the men on ," fuck the bitch make her scream , ram it up her asshole ,tighten those clamps " and so on
the more they drank the worse it got ,finally to the point of wanting to shove wine bottles up my ass and into my cunt .The thought of it made me shudder ,always in the back of my mind ,what would happen
if one broke while inside me .I was getting wet just thinking about it ,damn I needed either Mel or sissy or even Cruella to satisfy my almost out of control sex needs