POV Lisa.
I close my book and lie on my back to look at the ceiling.
Since my little expedition to this BDSM club in France, I have been asking myself a lot of questions. I even started to research it. It's quite an intriguing world, I must admit that I don't know what to think about it. Especially when I see how these poor girls are treated, all these public humiliations, it's much too horrible.
But when I close my eyes and see this man's hands on me again, I feel anything but horror.
My hand slides down my body on its own and caresses my chest. I grasp one of my breasts between my fingers and tease the nipple until it is gorged with desire. I see him on top of me again with his huge contraption and his hand lowered on my butt to slap me.
My other hand slips into my shorts and slides into my wet slit, I place a finger on my clit and make little circles on it. I impose to my two hands the same rhythm. While the one knits my breasts, the other is active in my slit. I see myself ag
