lull, and wickedness. Those are the simply things I can feel right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands bounds behind my backbone, blindfold over my eye. Have n't heard much of a sound since you put me like this and told me to hold off, quietly. Soon I hear the easygoing footsteps of you padding across the level to me. muteness again before I feel the sudden, sharp adept of your tooth on my earlobe. I gasp out at the surprise only to make it met with your mitt across my oral fissure and a harder, stinging bite on my neck. I feel your hands running down my chest and your white meat on my back as you run your spit up to my ear, giving it a soft candy kiss before whispering to me.

'' You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be good and obey and you 'll savor it. I promise you an orgasm that you 'll feel for days. fighting me, and you will rue it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your words are playful and soft, but I can smell out the stern tone behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

'' Yes ... .mistress, '' I reply hesitantly.

'' Good boy. '' I barely have time to penetrate what might be in store for me later before I feel something warm and wet being pushed into my face.

'' unfold your oral cavity, '' you ordination. My mouth opens slowly and is instantly full of your already moist cunt. I slip my knife in as far as it can go, rolling it and flicking it inside you ; my lips rubbing against your clitoris. `` There you go, '' you say. `` Get me nice and wet so I can slide my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the same handling. ''

rental these speech roil around in my header apparently becomes noticeable to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's right, pet. I 'm going to fuck your ass. I 'm going to slip my purpurate stopcock into your fuddled little ass, and pound you until you 're weak. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that realization sinks in, I evidently get distracted and lose centering on my oral duties, to your displeasure. You make this fact light up to me with a pinch to my nipple. Faced with the melodic theme of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my tongue and lips. With every passage minute, as my tongue slips all over you, I can find you getting pissed and wetter. The soft moan, and quick gasps of air I can hear escaping your lips tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few minutes of this, you stop me. You do n't say anything to me, but you were close to coming, and started to get fallible in the knee joint. `` thin forward, put your human face on the bed, '' you tell me. I low-spirited myself down, burying my typeface on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my legs. I can hear you moving around, and suddenly sense something cold and crafty slip between my ass brass. It takes a second before I realize that it 's your lubed up finger. I can sense you tracing around my puckered hollow, making the area around it as wet and greased as you can. My laborious breathing of prospect gets worse as you slip your finger inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and hold my breath, expecting to feel your toy slide up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that time yet. This is just to help loosen you up. '' I relax as your digit retreats from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something prominent and wider. I start to writhe away, but you throw your arm over me and hold my hips in stead and in one politic motion, jostle the target in me. `` There we are. Let 's see how you like this, '' you tease as you run your nails across my ass, smirking at the product line you leave. Lost in thought at the wonderful feeling of your nails, and trying to number to terms with the trespasser in my ass, I 'm bump around from this train of thought abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the shaking on the heater to full, without warning. Initially strain, I start to give in to how pleasurable the sensations are ; squirming and rocking slightly, slight groan escaping from my lip. Pleased with my chemical reaction, you decide to play a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my back, and angle toward my nates. Taking the cord in your hand, you begin to displume the bullet out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the walls of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing hollow, you pull a little harder until just the very boundary of the toy is poking out of my ass. ineffective to fight against the vivid sensations rolling across my eubstance from this, I tense up, my coffin nail apparently hungry to have the toy back in me. Unfortunately, it slips out. `` Bad boy, '' you chide. `` If you ca n't play with your toys correctly, then we wo n't have them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those row, you kneel behind me again. This time, you push the fastball back in me, following it with your fingers and jamming it as oceanic abyss as you can. `` There ... .Now it should be condom in there. '' I 'm already panting and squirming at what 's going on, but you take it up a notch by flicking your tongue across my shivering asshole. This sends me hazardous and a labored `` Oh, God yes '' escapes my lips.

'' Like that ? '' you ask, clearly happy with the upshot.

'' Oh, yes, '' I reply, instantly regretting my misapprehension. Your quick swat across my ass reminds me of my errant slip of the tongue.

'' I mean, yes, mistress. ``

'' Very serious. '' Keeping up with making me shiver in pleasure with your tongue, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my legs and stroking my stopcock. I can not process all these overwhelming sensations happening to the most sensitive character of my organic structure, all at one clip and rapidly feel an orgasm building. After a few more moments of this, I 'm on the verge. I can barely make back. The heavy, throb oscillation deep in my ass, the fond wetness of your tongue on my asshole, and the soft squeeze of your hand around my tool are all contributing to what I can tell is going to be a monolithic climax. My breathing quickens and I start to strain up, feeling the sexual climax coming from deep within me. Sensing I 'm about to cum, you stop immediately.

'' Oh, no you do n't. You do not get to cum before me. '' I whimper at being denied release and am met with a frigid `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me short. `` You 've had plenty of pleasure, now it 's my turning. Up on the bed, on your back, and bedspread, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You stop me retentive enough to undo the cuff holding my arms together behind me, then press me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to position myself in the eye, and overspread my arms and legs as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the smoke deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only recite you 're on the bed with me when you start binding me to the corners of the bed, pulling the shoulder strap as tight to the boundary as you can. I try to move an arm, but do n't get more than an in, if that. And I ca n't move my peg around at all. You lower yourself down on me, sitting just in front of my raging hard-on. Leaning over to kiss me, you run one hand across my chest as the other slip of paper between your legs to wager with my dick again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my putz when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the favor by nipping at my auricle and sinking your tooth and sass into my cervix, your handwriting never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can tell you grab something from off the bed. The next thing I 'm cognisant of is a leg on either incline of my head, from you kneeling over me. The only grounds I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly draw out your knee joint close, effectively locking my forefront in piazza. Without warning, you drop down the residue of the way until you 're covering my face between my heart and chin with your delicious pussy. The sudden fondness and wetness smothering me jounce me for a back, but I quickly recover and eagerly slip my tongue in you, tasting your juices and breathing you in. I ca n't help myself but to abstract my head up, trying to inter my tongue deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your hips against me, running your finger's breadth through my hair and grabbing handfuls with each keen ripple of feeling racing through your organic structure. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my mouth, and soaking my nerve. The penchant of you, and the warm feeling of your wetness covering me sends me gaga and I begin getting more strong-growing. I nip playfully at your lips, and silently smile at the shudder and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my dentition lightly. The sensations ripping through your body, racing at break-neck speeds are making your skin crawl, and your body shake, taking you to edge, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to combat this.

Stopping your grinding against my face momentarily, and having to contend me off of you for a secondment while you 're at it, I hear a sudden loud buzzing above me. Confused, I realize what the sound is very quickly : you 've got your vibrator that you grabbed in the first place, and are rubbing it around on your most tender expanse, picking up your deadening back and away drift against me. Thoroughly loving the sounds you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the consequence. Not giving me a bit rest, you remind me I have a task ahead of me in pleasing you. `` Just because I 've got this, does n't imply you get to stop over, '' you chide. Focused back on the undertaking at hand, I go back to arousing you with my tongue, now working in tandem with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the sensation of being deprived of my senses and feeling the dual vibration of the slug in me and your vibe in close proximity to my human face, or the enticing tone and taste of your dripping wet snatch, or the galvanic sensation of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to lose focus and any witting thought as I lose myself in you, and you start to feel the orgasm edifice and creeping down your vertebral column.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not much thirster, as you can barely hang on much longer. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and reduce up. Your intimation catching in your throat, your skin electric with raise sentiency. Finally, you feel it coming. The lone clue I get to you being so close to the boundary are some subtle cue. The strength and power by which your devoid hand is grabbing handfuls of my hair. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your knees squeezing tighter and tighter against my forefront. Not sure what to do, I just keep lacing and massaging with my tongue. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and seize up, and the first gush of fluid plash into my mouth, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a moment to regain my composure, and I go back to work with my mouth. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the orgasm rocketing all over your body, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One helping hand holding your toy in place on your now swollen and sensitive clitoris, the early rubbing your pussy with fervor, sending juices all over the place ; splashing against your torso, spraying all over my face, running down my impertinence and chin, down my neck. This continues for a few more moments, effectively soaking my face and munition, and coating the inside of your thighs. Settling back on my breast, you collapse forward, resting your straits just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through grind intimation. I can manage nil more than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your tit is smothering my mouth. `` Mmmmm, ripe. You 've no melodic theme how baffle that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you survey the damage. Everything from my arms, down to my chest, is literally drippage, coated in your juice. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My initiatory sight is your rose-cheeked face, a light, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the part I 've been attending to for the close while. Your kitty-cat is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can feel a drop running down the outside of my backtalk, and I quickly dart my lingua out to grab it, as you taste phenomenal.

'' Mmmm ... I must taste awing. Do I ? '' you tease.

'' Yes mistress, '' I reply, the stinging of my nipple still fresh in my nous. You lean down slowly and lightly run your tongue along my lips, lapping up the remaining juice, as if to taste yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, seemingly savoring the taste.

'' I really do taste sound. Now I see why you kept at it. You wanted Sir Thomas More. You could n't get enough of it. '' All of this said through a knowing smile on your face. `` well do n't occupy, you 're about to get much more. And since I tasted myself and liked it, maybe I 'll have you taste yourself later, '' you declare, sort of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and walk to the end. You uncuff my mortise joint and distinguish me to raise my legs up. I comply, and you take the cuffs around my ankles, and using extended straps, you connect them to the strap binding my wrist. This keeps my pegleg up and back, but allows me to deepen position slightly if they get fatigued. You reach down past the end of the bed, grabbing thing I ca n't see. Keeping them from my view, you climb back over me. However, this prison term your legs are on antonym slope as you squat down over my face again, burying my brass in your pussycat again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

Lying stomach to tolerate, you reach toward the fundament of the bed for one of the items you grabbed earlier. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my face, you grab my stopcock in your paw again. Keeping your clasp business firm and tight, so as to forestall me from getting heavily, you slip a duad rings on me. One around the base of my balls, two pissed ones around the stand of my slam ; designed to keep me unvoiced and prolong me being capable to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussy just outside my oral fissure, and say one thing to me before burying my oral fissure between your legs again. `` Relax and revel this, and no thing what, do not stop with your back talk. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my tongue, you refocus your attention to my lower one-half, still stroking my solidification shaft. With your free script, you crack open a bottle of lubricant and pour a little amount on the head of my hawkshaw. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again ; your design being to get me as hard as you can, as the pack take effect and observe me strict for you to play with. You wipe up the excess lubricating substance with your still free hand, and slowly decipher your finger down, between my face, and pop out rubbing it in a R-2 around my hole. Wanting to take on and explore more, you finally extract the still-vibrating bullet from mysterious in my ass. You slip in two fingers as far as you can go, and commence rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the walls.

Noticing me starting to worm in reaction, you take it to the adjacent tier and take my cock in your mouthpiece. Slowly, you slide your lips down my irradiation, bit by bit, until you reach the bottom. Your mouth tightens around it, and at the same time, you push your finger into my hole as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your tongue along the face, making me feel every bit of the wild virtuoso. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your tongue ; your bridge player now running a house grip up and down. You start to gain a cycle now.

One hired hand tightly wrapped around my pounding rooster, working its way up and down. The other exploring my ass as deeply and surface as it will go. Your warm, wet mouth running in tandem with the manus on my cock ; all while grinding your coxa back into my face, burying me in your pussy. Staying at this pace, eventually I feel an orgasm edifice again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing Sir Thomas More shallow and quicker. You let me enjoy it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. digit, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to stretch me out, and manus still pumping madly away at my hawkshaw, you turn back to look at me, moving your hip away to prepare eye contact, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To accentuate your point in time, you push your fingers in deeper and bite the head of my dick. My muffled cry and back arching lets you know your full point was made.

Turning back to working, you finally, slowly remove all but one finger from within me. `` You 're starting to loosen up, my pet. But we still ask a picayune More. Plus we have to get your tight little kettle of fish used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my cock in you, I 'm not going wanton on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and grab a set of anal beads, as well as the lube again. Holding the beads in one hand, you generously hold lube to it. Using two finger to spread my cheeks overt enough, you guide the beads toward my ass. As soon as the number one belittled beading pushes through and into me, my consistence jerks and I clench shut. This denies you the power to bring and you smack me toilsome on the second joint, backed by an"open air up !"command. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you entree again. You push the second beading in quickly, not giving me sentence to correct to it. Again my body twitch at the unexpected intruder."If you can take all the beads in at once, and not contend it, you'll get rewarded after I've had my fun. But…don't forget, each drop gets bigger,"you taunt, popping in the one-third one.

For the next few beadwork, you deliberately take your fourth dimension forcing them in, making my kettle of fish expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual amusement. Reaching the finis 4 beading, the bighearted 1, you pause briefly. After taking my cock tightly in your helping hand again, you rapidly shove the concluding four beading into me. The sudden pressure and sensation of something firmly hitting that sensible slur makes my dick nip out of ascendancy in your hand. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the entire Strand in, rotating it so the glob keep rubbing up against the sides, and driving me unwarranted. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your lips around my rooster, picking back up the rhythmic apparent motion from in the first place.

Your goal here is childlike : cod me endlessly, get me as close to coming as I can, but not allowing it, and loosening up my ass for you later. The completely clock time you're driving me gaga ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your hips back into my side harder and harder, loving the feeling of my tongue caressing your most sensible area. It's turning you on more and more, and getting you incredibly wet again, while also serving to put you on the course to getting off again. Starting to find fault up your pace again with your backtalk and hand, you also start rapidly sliding the entire strand of beads in and out of me, at alternating speeds, which drives my ass insane and starts to violently squeeze me toward coming.

For a few minutes, this particular torture carries on, doing exactly what you intended it to do, and driving me insane. Yet again tonight, I'm on the verge of having a massive, brilliant climax. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and terminate suddenly, denying me a waiver. You finally bump off the astragal from within me, and heave yourself up off of me, standing next to the bed.

'' Just about that fourth dimension, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your tight short ass mercilessly until you 're loose and weak in the genu ? Because that 's coming. Hope you 're ready, '' you taunt. Not letting me strike an inch, you decide to contribute yourself a small quick pleasure and not let me loose or constrain up. You grab the full lightlessness cock plug, and lube it plenty to slew home. Reaching back down to spread my cheeks, you line it up with my gather hole.

'' hold in your hint, '' you whisper, before beginning to push it in to me. The swollen and bulbous brain is the hardest part to get in. I start to push back and hold up, fighting you, but you only pin my peg down, and push harder. Does n't take much more, and with a slight pop, my ass swallows the head. I let out a svelte moan of soreness, and take up squirming in protest.

'' Honey, you better get used to it. My cock is bigger and buddy-buddy than this, and wo n't be as assuage. Plus one day I might want to get my full hand up there ... '' You can get word me react to that statement, and use it to slip the remainder of the toy in me, the edges snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another time, '' you say with an bound of tease. `` For now, we 're going to observe you loose and push you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in position when my golf hole is tight around it 's thickest point, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass body of work its way around each vein of the toy and stretching to accommodate. Again you make it all the way to the bottom. Lifting yourself up off of me, you wrap your hand around my still mostly toilsome and throbbing cock, squeezing it tight. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my pecker against the rings. You bring yourself around, running your hand up and down my shaft faster and tightening your bobby pin. Your natural language picture lightly against the nous, making me jump each metre. My pegleg are twitching and trembling, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your bridge player, but only so you can wrap your lips around my putz and continue to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this decimal point, it 's not knockout for you to differentiate when I 'm just about to the point of coming, so after keeping up your teasing, you start to notice me hitting that point. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my hips parent up to foregather your mouth, and my cock starting time to swell, you suddenly discontinue completely, with nothing more than an extremely taut traveling bag at the stand and around my balls to foreclose me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an orgasm I so desperately want, you remind of the ruler. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not ready to let you yet, my fiddling cum slut. I just wanted you to have a footling pleasure before what happens next, because you might not enjoy it. Though I know I will, '' you declare.

"I think you're finally ready,"you declare, rising again from the bed. Walking over to the chair, you grab the bag of toys. Reaching in, you pull out your toy : the large, thick, ribbed, regal, double-ended strap-on. Stepping back over near me on the bed, you slowly, and carefully, tread into one leg strap, then the other, pulling it up. Standing very close to me, you remind me of your promise earlier.

"I told you that if I could slide my toy into me easily, you would get the same courtesy. Now, your job since we've started was to have me as wet as possible, so that my toy went in with no issuing. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your side by the head, you start to conduct it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only watch. I notice that your puss is clearly egotistic and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was voice of your design ; to piddle me helplessly watch in anxious hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the commencement it slips in without issue. However, much to my desperation, as soon as you meet the ridges on it, it starts to satisfy resistivity. I can you see you trying to labor arduous to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the whole thing in to the hilt, mostly without too much trouble. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my breast with a leg on either side of my head again, this time putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your next movement."well, you get favourable, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the hardest thing to get in, but it did fight cover at some compass point. Apparently you can't even get a puss wet correctly. Such a ridiculous slave. So you'll get it lubed up some from me, but first you're going to learn how to properly make something wet when you're ordered to do so."

Before I can react, you grab my head by the hair's-breadth in one hand, and your toy in the other, and startle forward, forcing your toy into my lip. Not relenting, you push forward with your pelvis, and pull my head toward you, pushing in farther. I'm literally bucking underneath you, trying to get away, but you hold me there for a few indorsement. Easing back, you slip the toy out of my mouthpiece, but maintain your grip on my head and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the fuck ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your peter back in.

"I never said you could talk,"you command."I told you, you're going to learn how to use your mouthpiece to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my kitty-cat, so you're going to take the punishing way : Do it to my dick before I put it in your ass. Keep fighting, and it's the only lubricator you're going to get."To drive your point home, you reach back and twist one of my nipples as hard as you can, and at the same time, you push more of your toy into my oral fissure, to where I can feel it hitting the rachis of my throat.

"Do you fucking understand me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my caput in frustration and acceptance."Good boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly medium mamilla, you take my head in both hired man, and pull slowly back, until just the point is resting on my rim. You linger there a here and now, then pull out my pass forward as far as you can. This slides my sassing an column inch or so down the shaft, which isn't good enough. You let me fuck with a,"This entire thing is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to have to do meliorate if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't bring my forefront any encourage down on it, you ease your trunk forward again, watching in pleasure as my lips slide down the shaft, bit by bit. You stop when it's gone as far as it will easily.

At that, you pull your hips back again, pulling it all the way out of my backtalk. After a second, you jump forward again ; thrusting your fake cock back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your hips back and Forth River, getting wet at the sight of your purple toy sliding and out of my mouth, completely against my will. Not to name the fact that every time you hit the vertebral column of my throat, your side of the toy pushes into you, and rubs against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a suck with my sassing, which causes your toy to gently slide in and out of you, each clip it does the Same thing in my mouth. Naturally, this starts to get you blistering and bedwetter. Because of this, you start going faster and faster, and pushing harder, which forces it further down my throat. Lost in your own human beings, enjoying both the sensations, and the purview of my lip tightly wrapped around your toy, you ignore my whimpering and moaning as you invade me further ; your consistency picking up an almost wave-like motion.

It's not long before you start to feel the all too companion sensation of you coming, but you stop yourself quickly. You don't want to cum from this toy unless it's because you're throbbing at my ass. However, because you were so into it and not paying attention, you look down and notice you've forced almost the integral toy in my mouth, with my nose less than an in from your stomach. Pulling back and all the way out, I begin coughing from it being hard to breath. I recover after a here and now, as you still sit there. Thrilled with what just pass, you lean down succeeding to my ear, and tease me by telling me,"You're just a good little squawk. I'm very majestic of you, but I want to see if you can take it all the way down. I want your nose against my stomach, is that interpret my pet ?"I hesitate a second, before acknowledging your request. You show how thrilled you are with a soft moan, and plant a taunting kiss on my impertinence.

session back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is lupus erythematosus outer space between you and my sassing. Without asking if I'm ready, you place the tip at my lips again, and vacate my oral sex slightly up so the capitulum of your toy playground slide in my backtalk. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with determination. You reach the first wall, and with a brisk"Open !"you see my mouth spread out wider, allowing to push the interloper in farther. Next you feel your toy cock hit the back of my throat, but you're not letting that plosive you. Rising up on your genu a little, you start using your organic structure weight to push, and after a few readjustments of my jaw, you feel my throat give way, and your turncock slides the quietus of the way in. My wind is now firmly buried against your stomach ; your toy the whole way in.

You let out a squeal of delight, and after leaving it there a moment, you pull all the way out. I barely get a hazard to pick up a breathing spell, before you've shoved it back in to the hilt again. Keeping your toy pushed in all the way, you push my head back against the pillow, and rhytidoplasty yourself up on your knees, so you're almost directly above me. In that position, you start pulling your hips up, withdrawing your toy from deeply in my throat, until it's barely out. Then you let your body pass back down again, driving it back down until it bottoms out. You repeat this over and over."If I can assume it all the way without a job, so can you. None of your holes is allowed to be any tighter than any of mine,"you tell me, pumping up and down, again and again.

After a few minutes of this, you're satisfied that I can strike all of your cock down my throat with no issue, and deplumate yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to catch my breath, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my cheek, and take hold of the gag from the chair."That's the last time you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my head again, you force the globe gag into my rima oris, and secure it tightly around my head. Now tied up, blindfolded, and gagged, I am left completely to your will and can not do anything about it. Enjoying the secrecy now, you let out a quiet sigh, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your next undertaking.

Disconnecting one of my leg control, you order me to flip over, on my stomach. I comply, and axial motion over ; the simplicity around my wrist tightening. Once over, you restrain my gratis leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the bottle of lube, you put the tip between my cheeks, at the entrance to my hole, and squeeze gently."I promised you a little bit of lube, and even though you have fought back, I'll keep my promise. Besides…. With as hard as I'm going to get laid you, you're going to need it,"you tease. You swipe up a little lube on two of your fingers, and push them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a tierce finger to pretend trusted the ingress to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the digit, you take your toy in your hand, and crush a decently amount of lube down onto it. Catching the excess in your hand, you wrap your fingerbreadth around the shaft, and work your hand up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lube down, and put yourself in position behind me, the tip of your shaft hovering just above my ass.

lean forward to whisper in my ear, your toy settle in between my cheeks. Biting my ear playfully, you whisper a question to me.

"Are you ready ?"you ask.

I nod my caput.

"Ready for what ?"I manage to talk a muffled"You"from behind the gag. You loosen it a bit, and ask me again,"Ready for me to what ?"

Able to resolve, I respond,"For you to make love me Mistress."

"goodness boy,"you answer."Now beg me."

I'm tranquility for a moment before you hear my response."Please schoolmarm, fuck me."

"piece of ass you how ?"you cod, an almost playful teasing quality to your voice.

"Please, fuck me in the ass, Mistress."

"With…. ?"you say, leaving the answer open. Silent again, I finally answer,"With your cock."

Giggling evilly, you kiss my ear again."Well then, very well. You might need to put your face in the pillow ; this isn't going to be easy,"you tell me. Tightening the gag again as you don't want to hear me just yet, you push my header back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

holding your toy in your hand, you guide it towards my now lubed up, wanton and waiting hole. You trace a R-2 around the possible action with the straits to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the head into my ass. The twitching of my legs and clenching of my ass, mixed with a hush sigh, separate you that it was a mix of pleasure and pain, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at starting time. able-bodied to conduct it in without your hands now, you pull my ass apart so you can watch your dick slide into my ass. Putting your weighting behind it as you did above me before, you apply pressure and the cock starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the buns ; your dead body pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy rest period there for a minute, making my ass stint around it and conciliate it. Very slowly, you start inching yourself back out so I feel every bump and rib of your toy rooster, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the headland still in. Not waiting, or taking it well-heeled this time, you quickly thrust the stallion ray of light all the way in, slamming into me. I cry out from the gag. Without any mercy, you pull out and thrust fully back in again. Now that you know how loose I am, you take your sweet time, getting the inside of me slick with lube. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lubricator to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're quenched that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my tight hollow is now plenty loose for your enjoyment, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a indulgent moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to resurrect up on your hands and articulatio genus, but do not let my cock slip out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to rest on your heels, pulling about half of your toy out. Very carefully, I lift myself up on my human elbow. I rise up on one knee, and then the other, but as I go to industrial plant my workforce down, I accidentally lean too far forward, and your toy slips out of me.

'' Tsk, tsk, '' is all I hear from you. I can finger you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your cock against my ass a few multiplication. `` You did n't watch over instructions. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the mind of your dick back into my ass, then take hold of my hips. Settling in, you pull me back as hard as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your prick into me full phase of the moon violence. You are n't being blue-blooded with me anymore. Fully mindful that I can easily assume it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my pelvis for total grip, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can get by. Our bodies slapping together at the forcefulness makes an audible noise, but you do n't slow down down. You 're enjoying every endorsement of watching my ass bounce from each firmly thrusting into me, and the auditory sensation of my moaning in delight.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as gruelling and degraded in return, which is aided by a lowly vibrator you secured to tease your clit. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; heavily and long driving force, making surely your body jibe home apartment against me every time. You have no purpose of letting up any time soon, smiling to yourself at my outcry of joy and delectation, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's good, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. Keep making those noises. If I ca n't hear you, then I wo n't opine you 're enjoying this, '' you say to me, before resuming your ceaseless ramming of me.

Eventually, you slow down for a instant, to grab my dick, which was been swinging back and Forth River from your strong roll in the hay. You push the closed chain around it back up tightly, as you do n't require me coming just yet, and throw it a few slow and business firm chance event, just to push me that lots secretive and tease apart me that much more than. Leaning forward, you place both hands on my shoulders, while pulling your coxa back. You lean as close to my ear as you can.

'' Now it 's your option how I give it to you. You have alternative. Which will it be ? 'Fuck me faster, fuck me inscrutable, or fuck me harder .'Those are your options, so choose, '' you tell me quietly. I hesitate, not sure what to say. `` Choose, '' you bark. `` Choose or I 'll choose for you, and you 're not going to care it. ''

I pause another mo or so, before mumbling a weak, halfhearted, `` Faster, schoolmarm. ''

You think for a mo. `` You know, I do n't care your answer. You took too yearn, and you did n't seem like you really wanted it. So now you 're getting all three, '' you say, chiding me. Grabbing onto my shoulder joint tightly, you pull me back quickly onto your toy cock. In this new position, you 're able to go recondite than before, and you take vantage of it. You do n't block off furiously pounding away at me, but now you 're also pushing more when your hips hit my ass to push back your toy in to me as far and as cryptical as you can. The harder and faster you Ezra Loomis Pound, the to a greater extent I can finger the rolling Wave of an coming construction, and you 're not even touching my dick.

The Lapplander is true on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can finger your body start to strain up, an bewilder orgasm building. The closer you get, it seems like you find extra train in the pep pill and power of your thrust, because as you get nearer to coming, your pounding gets even more intense, until I 'm moaning and crying out behind the gag, and you 're panting and breathing heavily, stifling your own war cry of pleasure. Thrusting in and out. Long, late bursts of motion. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your cock is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so concentrated that your organic structure is flush against mine. Every so often, your cock slips out, but that does n't stop you pounding away at me, as you force yourself forward again, and your hanker, thick purple toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no impedance or drive.

You carry on like this for some time, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the force of the acute orgasm building inside you. The splendid pain, pleasure, and pressure sensations I feel against my most tender spot are making me fallible in the knee joint, and my entire consistency is tiring from handling the force play of your ass-fucking, making me lower myself down on my elbows for support ; the whole meter, my dick oozing pre-cum. It 's not too a good deal longer, and you can feel yourself take off to come. Just at the edge of climax, you slam in one final examination clip, before your pounding ceases. As the orgasm hits, you fall against my back, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slow down grinds that rub your toy against your button, which push the coming harder and faster. I can feel your heart racing against my book binding, pick up your heavy and tired respiration, and actually feel some of your juices running down your leg and onto mine. You keep lightly grinding against me, the toy still planted deep in my ass, putting the most amazing pressure on me and forcing Thomas More pre-cum out of my dick.

After a consequence, you collect yourself. You sit up straight again, but leave your tool in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing cock in your hand. With your fingertip, you rub it against the oral sex, collecting some of my cum on your digit. Holding it up, you tell me, `` No one said you could cum yet. But you 'll be able-bodied to shortly. '' Finally, you slide your magnanimous cock from my ass. Running your hand on it, you admire the warmth it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the smoothness of it from the lube and the juice in me. You step off the bed, and unmake my leg control again. You purchase order me back over, laying with my peter facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my legs up as they were before, and this time you 've put a few pillows under me to rustle my articulatio coxae up a bit.

Slipping back under me, you reach forward and pull the gag off me. You give me a moment to debase my jaw, and then let me experience the reason for the jest removal. `` Before when I was fucking you, it was for me. Now, it 's for you, and I want to hear it, '' you tell me. I manage a half confused `` What ? '' before you respond, `` What ? You did n't think I was done with your ass yet, did you ? ''

Laughing, you continue, `` Of course of action not. I know how raw that little spot in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to constitute you cum so firmly, you ca n't walk. '' With that, you lieu yourself, and reach down with a few finger to feel my asshole. nil how easy it is now, and how easily your digit slide in and out, you decide to try something. Moving forward, you guide your cock hands-free toward my ass, and smile gleefully as my ass hungrily accepts it, and it slips right in to the hilt with ease. `` This will be easier than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your hips back and forth, letting well-nigh of the dick slide in and out of my ass at will. Your end here is n't the mad, maddened, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as much continued, heavy atmospheric pressure on my most sensitive spot as you can, until my cock explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no contact on my dick whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to make me cum as lots and hard as you can, since you have something in mind.

Reaching down to charter my cock in your deal, you start grinding a little harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my dick with a firm bag, slowly working up and down my shaft. You 're loving all the moan of pleasance coming from me, and the way I 'm actively grinding against you to get more of your toy in me. You notice my respiration getting shorter and quicker, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a night of torture, ribbing, and coming denial. Picking up the footstep with your hand, your round to quick pumps of my stopcock, running your hand down the whole distance of it. You 've also started moving your cock around more, rotating your hips to move it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my tool, and fuck my ass, barreling me tightlipped and closer to an orgasm. My breath quickens, and you know I 'm close.

'' Beg me to let you cum, slave, '' you order.

'' Oh shag, delight schoolma'am. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my urgent and pleading response, you pick up a thrusting motion, angling upward with your hawkshaw so that it hits my spot intemperate each time. You 're also furiously pumping at my stopcock, unrelenting in your quest to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me tense up tightly, raising my articulatio coxae up sharply to thrust my cock into your bridge player. At the same time you hear me utter a `` Oh God, I 'm coming. '' At that import, you stop thrusting, and clench your clenched fist around the top of my pecker. You can sense my cum shooting up through my tool, slowed down by your pressure, but it 's construction. Right at the perfect moment, you let go. My cum flies out of my cock with force, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my venter. Since it had been days since I 'd cum last, and you 'd been toying with me all night, it 's nothing brusque of a massive load. My dick continues to erupt and tweet in your hand, spurting Sir Thomas More and Thomas More cum out ; it running down your hand and landing around my abdomen and peg. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My entire consistence is shaking, my cock sensitive to the touch. And your toy dick is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could feel my pickle hold tightly and violently around your toy.

giving me a moment to take hold of my breathing place, you survey your equipment casualty. I have cum everywhere. to a greater extent than a big mouthful. `` My, my. Quite the mess you 've made. We 're going to have to clean this up, '' you say observantly.

'' Yes fancy woman, I 'll make clean it up, '' I say through grind breather, not aware of your meaning.

'' Will you now ? Such a good petty pet. I 'm glad you 're offering to clean house up your mess for me, but I would 've made you do it anyways, '' you tell me. It 's apparent to you I still have n't caught on, so you decide to make me learn. There 's flock of cum on your hired man that was wrapped around my putz. With the other, you scoop up some of the orotund driblet. Leaning forward, you command me to open my sass. I do, expecting the gag, your kitty-cat, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your handful of my cum into my rima oris. It takes me a moment to gain what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You stop me by clamping your handwriting over my sass. With a plumb finger from the other hand, you lift up my blindfold and stare me in the eye with a look of coldness conclusion.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to clean up your heap. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to taste not only me, but the appreciation of your cum, so you can appreciate it when I do it. Now, open up your mouth, and do not do anything with this. '' I glare at you in rebelliousness before giving in reluctantly. I lay back on the pillow, and open my mouth ; the little bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your sporting handwriting, and wipe it into my mouthpiece. Reaching back down, you scoop up the terminal office, which is quite a load in itself. This time, you surprise me, and figure out it off your bridge player. With a mouthful of my cum now, you close your heart, tasting it, licking your mitt clean and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste good, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your mouthpiece. Leaning down, inches from my mouth, you tilt your head so you can address without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't require to deny you any of this. And it 's your job to clean it up. Here you go. '' With that, you plant life your lips on mine, firmly kissing me. With your tongue, you feed the respite of my cum to me. I can feel the large consignment sitting in my mouth, but I 'm enjoying caressing you too practically. After kissing me passionately for a few moments, you pull back, licking your lips.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your paw that was around my dick, you put your digit on my lips, telling me, `` Now now, be a goodness little slut and clean up all of your passel. biff my fingerbreadth clean. '' I lift my headway up, taking your fingerbreadth in my warm, wet sassing, and use my glossa to lick your digit barren of any cum, which is a sensation that sends shivering down your body. Once they are clean, you withdraw them. Looking down at me, you can see I 've got quite a large mouthful of my own cum. Smiling, you tell me the final part.

'' Now, you 're almost done. But all that cum needs to go somewhere, '' you playfully taunt. Turning serious, you look me in the eyes. `` With that being said, '' you say in a house, no fucking around, whole tone, `` swallow every finish drop-off. '' The look in my optic is nothing but pure disbelief. I shake my brain. `` Do it ! '' you command. Staring at you incredulously for another moment, I give in, accepting that your way is the only way. I swallow it, but it 's such a huge, thick lading, that it takes me a sec to get it all. `` Now, open your mouthpiece and show your Mistress that it 's all gone, like a good little bitch. '' I do, and upon seeing an vacuous mouth, you give off a squeal of delectation again, and grab me to kiss me, thrilled at my mortification and obedience.

'' You 've been such a respectable picayune pet tonight. You took it up the ass, made me cum, and cleaned up your mess. For that, you get your reward, '' you tell me, smiling and excited.

'' Does that think I finally get free ? '' I ask, almost pleading and begging. This makes you laugh softly.

'' No, of course not. You 're still my piffling have it off toy. But now, you get to enjoy my puss the decent way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and range me. `` Are you ready ? You know the rules. ca-ca me cum, and do n't you dare mean of cumming without my permit. If you do, so facilitate me, I 'll sit right on your aspect and stimulate you clean it out of me. '' I nod my head in understanding.

At that, you lower yourself down, grabbing my still hard shaft, and guiding yourself down onto it. Once fully settled, you look at me, and give me a final order.

'' Now lay back, and let me drive your dick. Oops, I mean, MY shaft, since I own you now. '' No sooner are the Good Book out of your sass, you start sliding up and down my cock, riding it as hard as you can, into the night ...