The only noise that was consistent was a meowing echoing through the house. The cat wasn't visible but it was there and it's presence kept Ian on sharpness. Houses with pets typically were riskier and didn't always end with him getting what he wanted.

He moved quietly through the living room- he had entered through the sliding door which to his surprise had been unlatched. He was proficient in jimmying any lock he came across but this was a cakewalk.

In the living elbow room he found a small box of fine jewelry, some good luck charm and a locket of utter amber. He valued the find at around a grand and grinned, this was a good home after-all- despite the cat.

He found himself in a spare room that had some odd looking piece of furniture in it. A sofa that seemed too sloped to be comfortable to sit on and what looked like an X with straps on it. It form of weirded him out, as well as how dark the room was with taper about. Regardless, he resumed his search.

When he opened the closet he blinked a few times in surprise. There was a to the full leather suit- slim, with matching, commanding boots on the ground below them. There were various chests in the closet and upon inspecting one his face went pale what was worse, the cat had stopped it's incessant meowing.

somebody cleared their pharynx behind him.

Dropping his sack he turned ready to face up the homeowner, his own face covered in a ski masquerade party. In her hand was something bulky with two prods. He sized her up, she was diminished than him. He could take her.

"You looked unspoilt on your knees."She said bluntly, eyeing him up as well. Her reflection was one without care. She had just found an intruder in her home, why wasn't she scared ?

She gestured at the bag on the floor,"You know, what's in those thorax are Worth 20 clock time that jewelry. They're priceless really. Especially in the good hands."

She walked towards him into the closet, so close that he actually took a step back out of surprise. She opened a chest of drawers and pulled out a heavy variation of the thing in her manus, this one was shaped like a dagger. She turned towards him and tapped a simple clit on it and trip jumped into the air. His eyes grew wide with fear at it and his care snapped back at her nerve. She meant business.

"Now, I can recount the copper that I made a mistake and my cat simply knocked over a vase, or you can get back down on your knees. You planned on outlay the night at my home your way but well now.. now you'll be spending it here my way."

She waited with the electroconvulsive therapy in hired man, hip cocked as he mentally processed what this woman meant. He was frightened at the thought process of going to jail and further at the thought of being at this char's mercy. Despite this, Ian sank down to his stifle, his eyes keeping trained on her face. The adult female replaced the shank and pat his pass twice curtly. It felt demeaning and almost rewarding at once. Almost.

"You may only come up to me as Miss. You will be venerating or you will invite punishment. You will be called a turn of things, anything that tickles my partiality. Right now, you'll be pet. Understood ?"

"Yes…"he said, still lost on what he had gotten himself into. The blaze she gave him had him shrink back as he corrected himself"y-yes M-miss. ”. Another two curt pats.

"commodity boy. Now come along."

She walked briskly past him and down the hallway. Ian was stunned. Once in the hall himself he looked back towards the sliding threshold, to freedom, and the early direction towards what he could only imagine as her bedroom. She had left him to think for himself. Now was his prospect !

Ian swallowed tough and walked into the darkness, towards his awaiting Miss. What in the man was he doing ?

The room was simple yet stunning. The bed was large with tower on each corner. The woman- Miss- stood at the foot of the bed, her limb crossed. Seeing her fully in the dim light he examined her. She had on a simple silk nightgown, one that clung to her body in all the right on muscae volitantes.

"Strip."

Her finger started to slowly graze her pussylip just before his heart. Her nails were shaped into a point and painted a deep, almost wine-coloured colored red. It contrasted beautifully against her flower, which she opened her flower petal for him with two fingerbreadth. But when he reached forward she pulled back just far enough to refuse him.

"Stay."

Was all she said as she caressed herself. She was intimate with her fingers and soon enough her lips glistened like a rosebud in the pelting. He licked his sass. His cock ached. His eyes kept flickering from between her face. It was only when he had his tongue lolling out of his font like a dog towards her cunt did she address again.

"Ask correctly."

"May I, young woman ?"He sputtered weakly. He licked his rim greedily and couldn't stop the smile when she kissed her unadulterated lip to his ravenous I. Ian thought that he might be in control here for a spell with her tender flesh between his dentition but she sat down almost forcefully atop the man's mouth.

Dutifully, he did everything he could to suckle and thrash her slit. He tilted his head up to lap at her nub, his chin nearly piercing her folds. She let him card her nub some before she smothered him once more.

MmmfffmmmffMsss"

Ian was gasping for air at this stop while still trying to pleasure her. His loins ached with such military force he thought he might simply blow up by eating her out. But air. He needed to take a breath. He was acutely aware o how wet his mask was, how rob in her scent it had become as she facefucked him.

When her wooden leg finally started quivering and she oozed cream onto his rima oris did Miss finally allow him to breathe. He had nearly passed out from suffocation and he was delirious at that detail when he saw her beautiful face again.

Even though he was lightheaded, he needed her more than he had ever needed anyone. He tried to strive down for his shaft to stroke himself, for any stimulation at all but he remembered his bonds.

"Mis-Miss.. ah.. Miss ?"

She looked over her shoulder at him as she collected her nightgown, seemingly disinterested in him.

"Hm ?"

"C-could you…"he looked down pleadingly at his cock, standing at full attention in need.

"Could I…"

He swallowed again, aware of his stew mix in with her wetness. He thrust his hips up in desperation.

"Pl-please.."

She laughed, a aplomb laugh that made his consistency ache and his essence sink.

"Did we not just watch how to ask nicely ?"

"Pl-please Miss please can I fuck you ?"

"Now.. that wasn't nice was it ? That wouldn't get you what you want."

He dropped his head on the pillow and let out a frustrated groan. How was he begging the person he was robbing to please him ? He wanted her pinch. No, he needed it.

"Please young woman may y-you fuck me ? I need to experience you around my c-cock."He begged, nearly in tears from both shame and desperation.

At last, she climbed back onto the bed, onto him. She let her pussy hover just above his yearning cock once more and he really was crying at this point.

Ian felt her hand at the top of his headway, gripping his mask and slowly, ever so slowly did she free him of it. His grimace was undimmed red, his hair's-breadth matted and a mess and there was no uncertainty about how red his optic were. She hovered her sass just over his and whispered against them"What was that, my pet ?"

He answered barely above a whisper"Please seduce love to me, Miss"

"No."

He balked at her. The sheer horizontal surface of frustration had him thrust up towards her, the principal of his shaft hitting her mouth that his tongue had penetrated not consequence before.

Miss held just above his stove, allowing him to lie with the air beneath her in a frenzy as he tortured and wore himself out.

When his movement subsided and he was out of intimation she leaned down towards his ear and whispered, nipping his ear"Have we learned our lesson about asking permission yet ?"

"Y-yes missy"his vocalisation broke.

Before he could ask her again missy descended down around his aching peter, enveloping him within her petallike sheepfold. She was warm, receive and he nearly came inside her the moment her rosehip were resting against his.

The sigh she left in his ear was softer than music and he could barely focus between her face so close to his and her gentle claiming of his manhood.

"C-can I cum in you, pl-please ?"

She smiled and increased her rhythm method of birth control, and told him to ask again. His vox was even quieter, breathless as he asked again, and again until he was pleading without air for her license.

She finally said yes.

Ian came, bucking up inside this stranger who so mesmerized him that his visual sensation flickered and all energy left him. Her pussy pulsed around him, milking him for his seed. He laid hitch as she dismounted him with free grace and undid all of his binds. She returned his masque and his clothes to him and nodded at her door.

"You're dismissed, cat stealer. Think twice before entering without permission."

Ian dressed on shaky pegleg, nodding at her and went to depart.

He paused at the doorway, looking at her longingly.

"misfire ? M-might I be able to come back tonight ?"

"You may. And get ice."She smiled wickedly at him, knowing he was wound tightly around her finger in a single Night .