Finally, after more orgasms than I could possibly contemplate, Goddess Jenae finally tired of f*****g me – at least for the moment. Yet naturally this first evening as glorious Goddess and sissy subject Slut-boy was barely beginning. Over and over again my Goddess bound me, in ever more contorting and incapacitating configurations, and tested my capacity for the depth, size, speed, and endurance of the ass-gouging, c**k-hammering, incredibly frenzied butt f*****g that she was capable of dishing out.
Of course, each of these outrageous anal apotheoses was interspersed with yet another attack on the surface of my ass. Between eight in the evening and two in the morning, I got to know Goddess’ paddle, crop, cane and bullwhip as well as I did her insatiable erection. And somehow I came to wel
