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face pinned to her crotch. Reaching into the bag she came out with the same crop that her mom had been using on me in the video that had forced me down this path. She tapped it a few times on my ass to get the proper distance and then let go a slashing blow that was worse than anything her mom had ever given me.
    “Look at us, Kimmy,” she gloated. “We are re-enacting scene one of the first video. Isn’t that cool? I think that should be a goal we can have together. Re-enact every one of the twisted little scenarios that you and mom did together. I get to punish you and enjoy myself at the same time. Yes! Reach up and pull my panties down, slut-girl, so you can get that sweet tongue to work on what’s going to be your new temple of worship.”
    She kept slashing hard at my ass until I managed to get her panties off and my tongue working on her cunt. Then, as pleasure overcame her, the blows got softer and softer until finally she dropped the whip and used her hands to hold the back of my head. I licked and sucked at her clit until I had her screaming for release and then dragged it out so it wouldn’t be whip ass time again. I needn’t have worried as, when I finally brought her over the edge and down the other side, she made me start over.
    Three screamers later, when my jaw was starting to cramp up pretty badly and I was wondering how I was going to continue, she finally pushed me away. I collapsed in a heap at her feet.
    “My god, Kimmy, no wonder my mom never remarried,” she gushed. “No sticky mess, no reciprocation, no dirty underwear left around, no inane bragging, no cheating, no ogling other women and certainly no necessity of having to fake an orgasm to make some stupid slob feel good. I could get addicted to this!”
    In spite of my situation I couldn’t help but flush with pride. Followed immediately by shame as it struck home how low I had sunk. I was squirming but not just from shame. All of this sexual play had put me on edge for hours now and I needed just a few moments alone so that I could ease some of my tension.
    “The bitch had to sleep sometime,” I thought, “and then I can at least masturbate.”
    My thoughts were interrupted by a yank on my leash. Grabbing the toy bag she dragged me into the master bedroom where she stood surveying it like Balboa must have when he first saw the Pacific Ocean. She pulled a pillow from the bed and placed it on the floor.
    “You will sleep here, Kimmy,” she stated, “close by in case I need you.”
    Reaching into the bag she pulled out a set of handcuffs and locked my hands behind me.
    “Can’t have those hands straying where they don’t belong now, can we?” she laughed.
    I put my head down demurely so she wouldn’t see the excitement in my eyes. I didn’t need my hands. I just needed a few minutes of her being asleep. I could feel the intensity of her gaze. With almost an audible click the realization hit her. She rummaged around in the bag again for a moment and I looked up to see what was going on. It wasn’t good.
    “One more thing,” she said, holding up three alligator clips joined by lengths of chain. “Kneel up, girl!”
    The two on my tits were bad but the one she clipped to my clit hurt like hell and insured that there was no way I was going to be able to have an orgasm tonight.
    I cried myself to sleep.
     
     
    My Best Friend’s Daughter-Chapter 4
     
    I didn’t sleep very well. The clips on my tits and clitoris, the hard floor and her waking me up at two in the morning to use my tongue combined to make it a restless night. She slept until eight and then dragged me onto the bed for another lengthy worship session. I had a lot of trouble getting it just right as the chains kept catching on the bed sheets causing me to scream into her cunt. Actually, she seemed to like it. When she was finally purring like a kitten she released my hands and sent me to run her a bath.
    I got the water running at just the right temperature, put in