The sole dissonance that was consistent was a meowing echoing through the house. The cat wasn't seeable but it was there and it's front kept Ian on edge. Houses with PET 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 unlocked. He was proficient in jimmying any lock he came across but this was a cakewalk.

In the living room he found a small box of very well jewelry, some charm and a locket of virtuous gold. He valued the find at around a thousand and grinned, this was a good mansion after-all- despite the cat.

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

When he opened the cupboard he blinked a few times in surprisal. There was a full leather suit- slim, with matching, commanding kick on the dry land below them. There were several pectus in the water closet and upon inspecting one his side went pale what was sorry, the cat had stopped it's constant meowing.

person cleared their throat behind him.

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

"You looked better on your knees."She said bluntly, eyeing him up as well. Her manifestation was one without business concern. She had just found an trespasser in her home, why wasn't she scared ?

She gestured at the bag on the floor,"You know, what's in those chests are worth XX prison term that jewelry. They're priceless really. Especially in the rectify hands."

She walked towards him into the press, so close that he actually took a step back out of surprise. She opened a chest and pulled out a large version of the affair in her deal, this one was shaped like a obelisk. She turned towards him and tapped a simple button on it and sparks jumped into the air. His center grew wide with care at it and his attention snapped back at her aspect. She meant business.

"Now, I can evidence the pig 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 expenditure the Nox at my house your way but well now.. now you'll be spending it here my way."

She waited with the electroshock therapy in mitt, hip cocked as he mentally processed what this woman meant. He was frightened at the mentation of going to incarcerate and further at the intellection of being at this woman's mercifulness. Despite this, Ian sank down to his genu, his eyes keeping trained on her font. The adult female replaced the stem and pat his head word twice curtly. It felt demeaning and almost rewarding at once. Almost.

"You may only address me as young lady. You will be reverential or you will incur penalty. You will be called a number of thing, anything that tickles my phantasy. Right now, you'll be pet. Understood ?"

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

"Good boy. Now come along."

She walked briskly past him and down the hall. Ian was stunned. Once in the hall himself he looked back towards the sliding door, to freedom, and the other focal point towards what he could only imagine as her sleeping room. She had left him to remember for himself. Now was his chance !

Ian swallowed hard and walked into the duskiness, towards his awaiting Miss. What in the globe was he doing ?

The elbow room was simpleton yet stunning. The bed was declamatory with pillars on each quoin. The woman- Miss- stood at the foot of the bed, her arms crossed. Seeing her fully in the dim Inner Light he examined her. She had on a simple silk nightgown, one that clung to her body in all the veracious place.

"Strip."

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

"Stay."

Was all she said as she caressed herself. She was sexual with her finger and soon enough her lips glistened like a rosebud in the rain. He licked his sassing. His cock ached. His oculus kept flickering from between her cheek. It was only when he had his tongue lolling out of his face like a dog towards her cunt did she speak again.

"Ask correctly."

"May I, misfire ?"He sputtered weakly. He licked his lips greedily and couldn't stop the smile when she kissed her perfect back talk to his voracious ace. Ian thought that he might be in command here for a while 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 lactate and drub her twat. He tilted his psyche up to lap at her nub, his chin nearly piercing her folds. She let him tease 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 pubic region ached with such effect he thought he might simply irrupt by eating her out. But air. He needed to respire. He was acutely aware o how wet his mask was, how soaked in her scent it had become as she facefucked him.

When her wooden leg finally started quivering and she oozed cream onto his mouth did Miss finally allow him to breathe. He had nearly passed out from suffocation and he was frantic at that stage 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 reach 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 mixture in with her wetness. He thrust his coxa up in desperation.

"Pl-please.."

She laughed, a cool laugh that made his body aching and his heart sink.

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

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

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

He dropped his foreland on the pillow and let out a queer groan. How was he begging the somebody he was robbing to please him ? He wanted her jot. No, he needed it.

"Please Miss may y-you eff me ? I need to feel you around my c-cock."He begged, nearly in tear 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 head word, gripping his mask and slowly, ever so slowly did she absolve him of it. His cheek was bright red, his whisker matted and a mussiness and there was no doubtfulness about how red his centre were. She hovered her sass just over his and whispered against them"What was that, my pet ?"

He answered barely above a whisper"Please hit honey to me, Miss"

"No."

He balked at her. The sheer level of defeat had him thrust up towards her, the psyche of his shaft hitting her back talk that his tongue had penetrated not instant before.

miss held just above his ambit, allowing him to fuck the air beneath her in a frenzy as he tortured and wore himself out.

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

"Y-yes Miss"his voice broke.

Before he could ask her again young lady descended down around his aching shaft, enveloping him within her petallike folds. She was affectionate, inviting and he nearly came inside her the moment her pelvic girdle were resting against his.

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

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

She smiled and increased her rhythm, and told him to ask again. His part was even quieter, breathless as he asked again, and again until he was pleading without air for her permission.

She finally said yes.

Ian came, bucking up inside this stranger who so mesmerized him that his vision flickered and all energy left him. Her pussy pulsed around him, milking him for his come. He laid limp as she dismounted him with blessing and undid all of his binds. She returned his masquerade party 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 door, looking at her longingly.

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

"You may. And take ice."She smiled wickedly at him, knowing he was wound tightly around her finger's breadth in a one night .