I wake by the sound of the gong my earpiece makes when a text subject matter is coming through. I reach sleepy over, the time says 7am and the subject matter instructs to lead a shower and draw myself some breakfast. I wipe the sleep from my eyes, and get out of bed. The door to the way where I am kept is unbarred. This means he was here early this morning ; it was locked when I fell asleep finis night after I heard the front door creak close.

After I have finished my morning function, put on a make clean sleep shirt, and I'm done in about an hr. I'm downstairs and there is some light cleaning needed to be done from the gathering he had here last night. Sometimes he allows me to conjoin, sometimes he keeps my shut up upstairs. live on night I was kept locked in my room. There are present moment after he has sent everyone else abode he will get up and drop meter playing with me, former meter I am left alone listening as the door creaks shut. There doesn't seem to be a pattern for when he allows me to fare down, it depends on his mood and wants at the time.

Checking message I am online, surfing the net when he comes in. I have washed the blankets that I've laid on the story and I'm kneeling on it. sea captain comes over to me and pets me as he takes a butt on the cast. We make small talk for a while, discussing political science, religious belief whatever is on his mind at the time. These are the moments when I am also a fellow traveler to him.

He begins to rub his dick, I am waiting. He pulls me by my hair close to him. It's already hard, and ready. As my mouth covered the tip and slipped slowly down the shaft he tells me he is going to spend a penny. I am going to tope it. I swallowed as he pushed and my throat filled with his cock, warmed by the fountain of piss that he was releasing into me. I choked, and my eyes watered, I made gagging noises. He moaned, groaned and held my head steadily until he was done. I sucked him cleanse and licked his balls, and kissed his cock before I pulled away. He petted me as he handed me a bottle of water to drink in. I thanked him.

We continued the conversation we had started and when he had enough he stood, motioned for me to stay and walked into the early room. I could hear him getting something out of the drawers. He came back with a hood. He motioned for me to stand. I stand and he pulled the hood over my head. It left me blind and it reduced the randomness I can get a line. My mouth is left uncover. I feel the tight leather training collar being secured around my neck.

It is disorienting. I am just there, not being able to see him or try him. Not knowing what he is doing. I feel the bunco game of a scourger on my legs and thighs. He begins slowly, repeatedly hitting the same spot over and over again. I am moaning, beginning to cry. Tears falling down my face, but he can't see them. I feel the callosity on his men as he rubs the wale he has left. The roughness of his skin with the softness of his speck makes this here and now feel somewhat like a metaphor for our relationship.

He pushes me down to my knee joint. I am expecting his cock in front of my mouth any moment. My tongue slowly reaching to feel for it, but zip comes. Instead he is pulling my shirt off leaving my trunk completely exposed. I am sniffing in the air, trying to get his scent and retrieve him. I know break than to move or extend to for him. I only catch the smell of vanilla.

The searing high temperature from the wax drip over my shoulder and down my breasts takes my thoughts. The vanilla is coming from the candle he is burning and dripping on me. The wax is falling on my thorax. He picks up one of my breasts and begins to pour the wax directly onto my mammilla. I cry and riot, moving back trying to get away. I find that he has a Chain of some kind attached to the choker to keep me from moving too much.

He waits a picayune while, letting the wax poise and harden on my breasts. It feels like forever, before I feel him begin to peal the wax from me. He is removing it slowly and rubbing me as he does so. I am breathing slowly, just enjoying the moment. original loves to save my physical structure in varying stages of bruising. He begins to enfold my breasts with a nylon circle, the kind near hoi polloi would use as a wearing apparel line. It's rough, but not too cutting. He beings to wrap my breast at the base of operations and pulls it tights as he comes around it moving toward the nipple. They are turning numb from the tightness of the Mexican valium. I imagine the deep red or purple gloss the cutis is showing as well. When he has wrapped to within an inch of my teat he ties the rope off of each chest to the d ring on figurehead of my collar.

He then begins to displume at my nipple with his fingerbreadth, moving from one to another. I am breathing deeply, fighting to be still. He then takes one into his mouth and suck on the nipple, pulling it taut with his teeth. I let unleash a scream as he puts the trefoil clamp on it. Then he moves to the early. Repeating the same affair with that mammilla, I scream again as he clamps it was well.

I imagine the sadistic grin he must consume on his face. I am sealed he would deliver slapped me for screaming but the cowling will soften the shock, so he is contemplating other estimate to punish me. Watching me flinch in the anticipation more so than the pain, he reminds me often that nearly of the uncomfortableness and pain is in my mind and not in what he does to me. I am sure that he is getting an erection hearing the Chain go pie-eyed with each movement I make along with listening to the charm on my anklet sing with the tenuous apparent movement I make.
He reaches for my arm and wrench me up to my feet. He begins to walk and I follow him. He sits me on the bench. This bench has a rack of kind attached to the back of it. He securely ties my hands and peg to the terrace. Pushes a vibrator into me, then takes a crop to my snatch. He does this because he knows it confuses me. The pleasure of the vibrator and the pain the harvest all at once will promote my creative thinker into a subspace that I can not define. My organic structure is shaking from the sexual climax I am about to suffer. I can feel it pulsing through me as though it will shatter me into a G pieces.

I do not think back him releasing me or removing the hood, but he must have because now I am on the story, kneeling in presence of the bench and he is telling me to work her pussy. I am not sure who she is, or where she came from but I do not waver. My face is buried cryptical within her puss. My mouth pulling at her button as my tongue runs over it again and again. The frigidity of the air as I breathe against her. It does not take long before her leg are shaking and she is moaning. I want to look for him, I like to observe him as he watches me. I slow down and my ass is warmed by the paddle.

I keep going, licking and sucking on her, making her moan, her handwriting in my hair pulling my face closer, deeper into her. I suck her, deeply. fight my tongue up into her. mind as she screams and groan. I only stop when he pulls me back. He comes in and Begin to fuck her while I lick his ass without instruction. He gasps when he feels my tongue pushing into his ass while he goes deep into her. I suck his asshole as if it was her clit. My tongue running over it, back and forth across it. Just as I hear that sound he makes before he comes, I push my tongue into him and she is rewarded with his warm up cum.

As he turns from her, I take his cock into my mouthpiece. Cleaning him up, tasting the fluids of both of them together on him. She asks if she is next. I lick and suck on him while he decides. Slowly, softly circling the tip of his cock and then brushing my tongue lightly over his ball and thigh to get every last drop of it. He pushes my head into her to clean her as well.

I start on her second joint and be active slowly toward her pussy. I want to tease her, so I am going painstaking slowly. I know she wants her clit licked, so I will save it for finale. I circle over her pussy moving slowly to the center. Making sure to drop a little more attention on her ass before I move to her clit. I hear captain moaning behind us. I know he is watching so I want to make water for sure he gets a good show. As she is moaning and groaning, telling me I am a"just female child"I am again pulled back.

professional is pushing a ball gag into my mouth. He secures it my head and then I go back to rubbing it against her, her hands guiding me back to her pussy. Master wants to limit her pleasure, but he still wants to see us play. The glob gag keeps her aroused but it doesn't allow for the satisfaction she wants. She is starting to beg Master, she wants to orgasm. He says no. I just keep going while she continues to pout and beg and he enjoys the here and now.

He taps me with his foot and Tell me to go to my room. I leave, the gag still in situation. I can hear them moving around downstairs. I just wait. Soon he comes up. He takes the gag and wants me to suck him off one Thomas More prison term. I do. He tells me I pleased him. I wonder who was flogging me, pouring wax on me but I know better than to question him. Was it him or her ? Master gets up, ignition lock my door as he leaves without another word .