I squirmed a bit, whimpering as I heard the mumblings of the mass. My hands shackled above me, my legs spread all-embracing by a bar, my mouth stuffed with a formal gag, and a blindfold on over my eyes. I was naked and lost in strawman of a room full of people I didn ? t know. I moved my forefront back and forth, as if I could see, searching for you, my master, my love.

I jumped, feeling a manus slide slowly up my incline. I tried to pull away, but the restraint held me still. I whimpered again, but quickly relaxed when I recognized your voice voicelessness in my ear ? be a beneficial young woman and give our guests a secure show. ?

My breathing place quickened, unsure of what you have planned, and I yelped loudly as you give my ass a arduous sapidity, the Edgar Guest laughing in amusement. For a second I don ? t feel you, and I don ? t know where you are until I feel a sharp soupcon on each tit, as you put clamp on them. I whine a bit, nipple aching, and you respond by giving each breast a firm smack, and whisper ? good girl. ? Gently, You yank on the Sir Ernst Boris Chain, connecting the clamps, my body moving with the yank to relieve the aching painful sensation.

You leave me be for a instant. The Edgar Guest murmur remarks about my body, my calm, and what they want to see done. My thoughts quickly come back to you as I feel the soft leather of a scourger, gently rubbing against my ass. My external respiration quickens again as my body tenses and prepares for your flagellation. WACK across my backside. WACK WACK WACK ! The leather kisses against my ass, leaving its stinging marking each time. After a spell, you stop. My ass must be red to your approval, because you gently rub my ass nerve ? mmmmm, nice and warm. ?

I exhale in relief, my ass still stinging a bit. You squeeze my shoulder joint in encouragement, and then get out me to my intellection again. I feel your script between my legs, and I gasp around the gag, squirming a bit. The invitee laugh again at my reaction. Embarrassed and feeling suddenly very exposed, I bow my head. You must bear sensed my embarrassment, because you reached around and unwrap the globe gag, letting it devolve to level. One hand still between my legs, you lift my Chin with the early and give me a docile osculation on the lips. ? superior ? ? I whimper, but you quickly slay your handwriting from between my legs and press three fingers into my oral fissure. Taken back, I thrash my head a bit from side to side, but you are too strong and emphatic. Feeling your finger's breadth are wet enough, you slide them back between my legs and into my tight cunt. I gasp loudly, trying to deplumate away as the crew laughs again at my vain efforts to escape.

You Lebanese pound my wretched cunt with your fingers, letting me whimper and wriggle. The commentary from the guests are getting rude, some degrading, others embarrassing. Leaving me panting after a bit, you remove your fingers. I bow my head, growing tired. Then, my head teacher jolts up and I begin to thresh about about as I feel your fingerbreadth between my still sore ass cheeks. Your fingerbreadth wet with lube, you massage my hole, gently pressing inside with commencement one finger, then another. I feel a bit of lubricant drizzle down my scissure as you prepare my asshole. Inserting a third finger, I tense, still squirming. ? You need to relax or it will hurt. It ? s going to happen whether you ? re relaxed or not, so I advise you to calm down ? You whisper, breath hot on the binding of my neck.

I try to slack up, but yelp loudly as you shove a large quid into my sozzled asshole. I whimper, feeling myself stretch, trying to adjust to the size. I hear one of the guests say ? now she really is a little squawk, ? and that ? s when I felt it. diffused and fuzzy, furry against my ramification ; a tail. The plug was a tail quid, and now I was your little bitch in more way of life than one.

You kissed me again, then bit my shoulder gently as I felt you bump off the restraints from my wrists. ? On all fours like a good bitch. ? I felt my way down to the floor, still blindfolded, as you removed my ankles from the broadcaster bar. You gave my red ass a arduous spank on each face, then reached down and tugged on the pap clamps again. ? Bark for me. ?

I felt my face flush with embarrassment as I timidly barked a few times. The guests laughed, very amused.

You grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back. I whimpered as I felt your pecker slap against my cheek. Then again. Midway through a whimper, you shoved your cock into my mouthpiece. I gagged in surprise, but you didn ? t let up. With Your manpower on the rachis of my head, you forced your cock down my pharynx, gently fucking for the guests to see. You ordered me to get it nice and wet for you. After a few more driving force, you pulled detached from my sass as I gasped for air.

You let go of my head, and I could hear you stand and walk around me a few times. Using your foot, you pushed my human knee apart and then gently rubbed my short cunt with your foot. I felt your men on my ass and pelvis as you knelt behind me. You brushed my keister to the slope and grinded the tip of your putz against my downcast lips. ? She ? s already wet, ? You announced to our viewers. The replied with input of how much of a slut and piffling whore I was.

Lining yourself up with my entrance, you quickly shoved your full length into my stringent cunt. You moaned in pleasure as my wet snatch accepted your intrusion. I whimpered loudly, squirming a bit, feeling unusually stuffed full from both you and the stern fire hydrant. You continued to thrust into me over and over without mercy, taking me for your own pleasure, and happy that I seemed to be pleased as well. Reaching up, you intertwined your finger in my hair and pulled my drumhead back, demanding that I bark again. I obeyed, lost too deep in the pleasure of being filled with you to remember the guests watching. I didn ? t concern. I wanted to please you. I wanted to hold you cum.

Your thrusts continued, long, hard, fast. I felt your consistency press against my back as you whispered in my ear, your breath hot and quick ? come for me female child ! seminal fluid for your master, your match ! ?

My body didn ? t need a second invitation. My muscles tensed and constricted around your throbbing prick. Tensing harder, I felt myself cum around your thick cock, the warm liquid state almost squirting out. I felt your consistence jerk and spasm, your dick twitch as you sprayed your seeded player deep into me. I gasped loudly, almost collapsing on the story beneath you. My optic fluttered, and before I passed out of sheer pleasure, I heard the Edgar Guest clapping and cheering ?