Quiet, and darkness. Those are the only things I can sense right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands bound behind my back, blindfold over my eyes. Have n't heard much of a sound since you put me like this and told me to waitress, quietly. Soon I hear the soft footfall of you padding across the trading floor to me. Silence again before I feel the sudden, tart sensation of your teeth on my earlobe. I gasp out at the surprise only to have it met with your hand across my rima oris and a harder, stinging bite on my neck. I feel your hired hand running down my breast and your breasts on my back as you run your tongue up to my ear, giving it a soft kiss before whispering to me.

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

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

'' undecomposed boy. '' I barely have metre to fathom what might be in storehouse for me later before I feel something warm and wet being pushed into my face.

'' Open your mouth, '' you rules of order. My rima oris opens slowly and is instantly broad of your already moist cunt. I slip my tongue in as far as it can go, rolling it and flicking it inside you ; my lips rubbing against your clit. `` There you go, '' you say. `` Get me nice and wet so I can slip my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the Same treatment. ''

rental these watchword roil around in my head apparently becomes detectable to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's correct, pet. I 'm going to fuck your ass. I 'm going to steal my royal dick into your miserly niggling ass, and British pound sterling you until you 're watery. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that realization sinks in, I evidently get distracted and fall back focus on my viva responsibility, to your displeasure. You make this fact unclutter to me with a pinch to my nipple. Faced with the idea of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my natural language and lips. With every pass second, as my tongue slips all over you, I can experience you getting blotto and wetter. The soft moan, and quick gasps of air I can discover escaping your lip tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few instant of this, you stop me. You do n't say anything to me, but you were closing curtain to coming, and started to get rickety in the articulatio genus. `` list forward, put your expression on the bed, '' you tell me. I let down myself down, burying my face on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my peg. I can find out you moving around, and suddenly sense something frigidness and sleek slip between my ass cheeks. It takes a second before I realize that it 's your lubed up digit. I can feel you tracing around my puckered hole, making the arena around it as wet and greased as you can. My heavy ventilation of expectation gets worsened 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 finger retreats from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something great and wider. I start to squirm away, but you throw your arm over me and hold my coxa in position and in one smooth gesture, jostle the object 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 logical argument you leave. Lost in thought at the terrific tactile sensation of your nails, and trying to come to terms with the interloper in my ass, I 'm jarred from this train of thought abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the vibrations on the smoke to wax, without warning. Initially tense, I start to give in to how gratifying the sensations are ; squirming and rocking slightly, slight moan escaping from my lip. Pleased with my reaction, you decide to bring a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my dorsum, and lean toward my rear. Taking the corduroy in your paw, you begin to extract the smoke out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the wall of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing hole, you pull a little harder until just the very boundary of the toy is poking out of my ass. ineffectual to fight against the vivid sensation rolling across my eubstance from this, I tense up, my butt apparently athirst to ingest the toy back in me. Unfortunately, it slips out. `` Bad boy, '' you chide. `` If you ca n't bring with your toys correctly, then we wo n't own them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those run-in, you kneel behind me again. This metre, you push the bullet back in me, following it with your digit and jamming it as mystifying as you can. `` There ... .Now it should be safe 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 wild and a laboured `` Oh, God yes '' safety valve my lips.

'' Like that ? '' you ask, clearly felicitous with the result.

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

'' I mean, yes, mistress. ``

'' Very dear. '' Keeping up with making me throb in delectation with your clapper, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my branch and stroking my stopcock. I can not action all these overtake hotshot happening to the most raw parts of my consistency, all at one time and rapidly experience an orgasm edifice. After a few more consequence of this, I 'm on the sceptre. I can barely admit back. The heavy, throbbing shaking deep in my ass, the warm wetness of your tongue on my whoreson, and the balmy squeezing of your hand around my cock are all contributing to what I can tell apart is going to be a massive orgasm. My breathing quickens and I start to tense up, feeling the orgasm 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 cold-blooded `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me short-circuit. `` You 've had plenty of pleasure, now it 's my turning. Up on the bed, on your back, and spread, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You stop me farsighted enough to undo the cuffs holding my arms together behind me, then labour me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to position myself in the middle, and fan out my arms and stage as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the hummer deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only tell you 're on the bed with me when you start binding me to the niche of the bed, pulling the straps as tight to the edge as you can. I try to move an arm, but do n't get More than an inch, if that. And I ca n't move my peg around at all. You glower yourself down on me, sitting just in front of my raging hard-on. Leaning over to kiss me, you run one hand across my bureau as the other cutting between your legs to play with my peter again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my turncock when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the favor by nipping at my ears and sinking your tooth and backtalk into my neck, your bridge player never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can tell you grab something from off the bed. The future thing I 'm aware of is a leg on either side of my fountainhead, from you kneeling over me. The solely reason I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly pull your knee close, effectively locking my oral sex in post. Without warning, you drop down the quietus of the way until you 're covering my side between my eyes and chin with your delicious pussy. The sudden warmth and wetness smothering me jarful me for a second, but I quickly recover and eagerly slip my natural language in you, tasting your juice and breathing you in. I ca n't help myself but to snarf my caput up, trying to inhume my tongue deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your pelvic arch against me, running your finger through my tomentum and grabbing smattering with each exquisite wavelet of feeling racing through your eubstance. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my mouth, and soaking my face. The taste of you, and the lovesome impression of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more aggressive. I nip playfully at your lips, and silently smiling at the shudder and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my tooth lightly. The wizard ripping through your consistency, racing at break-neck pep pill 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 crusade me off of you for a mo 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 early, and are rubbing it around on your most raw domain, picking up your irksome back and off move against me. Thoroughly loving the sounds you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the moment. Not giving me a irregular repose, you remind me I have a task ahead of me in pleasing you. `` Just because I 've got this, does n't stand for you get to stop, '' you chide. Focused back on the undertaking at hand, I go back to arousing you with my lingua, now working in bicycle-built-for-two with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the champion of being deprived of my senses and feeling the treble vibrations of the hummer in me and your vibration in close proximity to my look, or the enticing smell and taste of your dripping wet cunt, or the electric automobile aesthesis of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to drop off focus and any conscious mentation as I lose myself in you, and you start to palpate the orgasm construction and creeping down your spine.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not a good deal longer, as you can barely advert on much longer. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and tighten up. Your intimation catching in your pharynx, your skin electric automobile with heightened sensation. Finally, you feel it coming. The lonesome clue I get to you being so close to the edge are some subtle cue. The strength and force by which your resign hand is grabbing handfuls of my fuzz. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your knees squeezing tighter and tighter against my head. Not certain what to do, I just keep beating and massaging with my natural language. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and usurp up, and the kickoff gush of fluid splashes into my backtalk, surprising me and making me coughing. It takes me a moment to regain my calm, and I go back to work with my sassing. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the sexual climax rocketing all over your body, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One hand holding your toy in place on your now swollen and sensitive clit, the other rubbing your twat with fervidness, sending juices all over the blank space ; splashing against your organic structure, spraying all over my case, running down my cheeks and chin, down my neck. This continues for a few more present moment, effectively soaking my face and branch, and coating the inside of your thighs. Settling back on my dresser, you collapse forward, resting your head just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through labored breaths. I can manage zero more than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your tit is smothering my mouth. `` Mmmmm, good. You 've no idea how bewilder that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you sight the hurt. Everything from my arms, down to my chest of drawers, is literally dripping, coated in your juices. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My first sight is your redden font, a light, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the part I 've been attending to for the last while. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can finger a drop running down the exterior of my rim, and I quickly scud my knife out to snap up it, as you taste phenomenal.

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

'' Yes schoolmarm, '' I reply, the stinging of my nipple still saucy in my mind. 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 good. Now I see why you kept at it. You wanted more. You could n't get enough of it. '' All of this said through a knowing smile on your face. `` Well do n't worry, 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 pass to the end. You uncuff my ankles and recite me to raise my peg up. I comply, and you take the cuff around my ankles, and using extended shoulder strap, you connect them to the straps binding my wrists. This keeps my legs up and back, but allows me to change lieu slightly if they get fatigued. You reach down past the end of the bed, grabbing things I ca n't see. Keeping them from my prospect, you climb back over me. However, this sentence your leg are on inverse side of meat as you squat down over my face again, burying my face in your pussy again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

fabrication belly to stick out, you reach toward the fundament of the bed for one of the items you grabbed before. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my font, you grab my cock in your hand again. Keeping your clutch firm and tight, so as to prevent me from getting arduous, you slip a couple pack on me. One around the home of my balls, two tighter single around the base of my diaphysis ; designed to keep me hard and prolong me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussy just outside my lip, and say one thing to me before burying my rima oris between your stage again. `` Relax and enjoy this, and no issue what, do not stop with your mouth. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my tongue, you refocus your care to my lower one-half, still stroking my hardening cock. With your free hand, you crack open a bottle of lube and pour a little sum of money on the head of my dick. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again ; your intention being to get me as hard as you can, as the rings take effect and keep me rigid for you to play with. You wipe up the excess lube with your still free handwriting, and slowly line your finger down, between my cheeks, and start rubbing it in a roundabout around my hole. Wanting to play and search more, you finally pull the still-vibrating fastball from deep in my ass. You slip in two fingers as far as you can go, and begin rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the walls.

Noticing me starting to squirm in reaction, you take it to the next level and take my cock in your sassing. Slowly, you slide your lips down my shaft, bit by bit, until you reach the bottom. Your mouth tightens around it, and at the same time, you push your finger's breadth into my hole as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your tongue along the side, making me feel every bit of the wild genius. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your clapper ; your hand now running a business firm grip up and down. You start to pull ahead a rhythm now.

One mitt tightly wrapped around my throbbing turncock, working its way up and down. The former exploring my ass as deeply and open as it will go. Your warm, wet mouth running in tandem with the hand on my gumshoe ; all while grinding your pelvic arch back into my expression, 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 Thomas More shallow and quicker. You let me enjoy it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. Fingers, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to load me out, and hand still pumping madly away at my dick, you turn back to front at me, moving your hip away to make eye contact, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To emphasize your point, you push your finger in deeper and sting the drumhead of my tool. My softened cry and back arching lets you know your 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 need a little Sir Thomas More. Plus we have to get your close minuscule hollow used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my cock in you, I 'm not going light on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and catch a set of anal beads, as well as the lubricant again. Holding the beads in one hand, you generously enforce lube to it. Using two finger to spread my cheeks spread out enough, you guide the pearl toward my ass. As soon as the first small bead pushes through and into me, my body jerk and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to play and you smack me hard on the thigh, backed by an"Open up !"mastery. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you access again. You push the indorse bead in quickly, not giving me time to adjust to it. Again my torso twitching at the unexpected trespasser."If you can shoot all the beads in at once, and not fight it, you'll get rewarded after I've had my fun. But…don't forget, each bead gets self-aggrandizing,"you taunt, popping in the third one.

For the next few beads, you deliberately take your time forcing them in, making my hole expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual entertainment. Reaching the finally 4 beads, the biggest ones, you pause briefly. After taking my dick tightly in your bridge player again, you rapidly shove the net four beads into me. The sudden pressure and whiz of something firmly hitting that sensitive daub makes my dick twitch out of ascendency in your mitt. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the entire strand in, rotating it so the balls keep rubbing up against the position, and driving me wild. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your sassing around my prick, picking back up the rhythmic motions from in the first place.

Your goal here is simple : badger me endlessly, get me as close to coming as I can, but not allowing it, and loosening up my ass for you later. The totally time you're driving me wilderness ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your hips back into my expression harder and harder, loving the smell of my spit caressing your most sensitive areas. It's turning you on More and Sir Thomas More, and getting you incredibly wet again, while also serving to put you on the path to getting off again. Starting to pick up your pace again with your back talk and manus, 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 shove 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 brink of having a massive, brilliant sexual climax. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and kibosh suddenly, denying me a dismission. You finally remove the beads from within me, and lift yourself up off of me, standing next to the bed.

'' Just about that time, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your closely little ass mercilessly until you 're unloosen and rickety in the knees ? Because that 's coming. Hope you 're set, '' you taunt. Not letting me move an column inch, you decide to impart yourself a little agile delight and not let me relax or tighten up. You grab the full phase of the moon black dick plug, and lube it enough to slew home. Reaching back down to spread my cheeks, you seam it up with my puckered hole.

'' Hold your breathing time, '' you whisper, before beginning to push it in to me. The swollen and bulbous head is the hardest contribution to get in. I start to push back and clench up, fighting you, but you only pin my legs down, and push harder. Does n't take much more, and with a slender pop, my ass swallows the nous. I let out a slight groan of soreness, and set about squirming in protestation.

'' Honey, you better get used to it. My cock is prominent and thicker than this, and wo n't be as gentle. Plus one day I might want to get my entire mitt up there ... '' You can take heed me react to that instruction, and use it to slip the residuum of the toy in me, the boundary snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another fourth dimension, '' you say with an edge of teasing. `` For now, we 're going to keep on you sluttish and push you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in situation when my hole is tight around it 's thickest breaker point, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass 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 hard and throbbing prick, squeezing it tight. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my cock against the rings. You bring yourself around, running your hand up and down my dick faster and tightening your adhesive friction. Your lingua flicks lightly against the head, making me startle each time. My legs are twitching and shaking, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your hand, but only so you can wrap your rim around my putz and continue to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this stage, it 's not hard for you to assure when I 'm just about to the point of make out, so after keeping up your comb-out, you start to detect me hitting that point. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my articulatio coxae stir up to meet your mouth, and my pecker head start to swell, you suddenly stop completely, with nothing more than an extremely pixilated hairgrip at the floor and around my balls to prevent me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an coming I so desperately want, you remind of the rules. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not ready to let you yet, my lilliputian cum slut. I just wanted you to have a minuscule pleasure before what happens succeeding, 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, thickly, ribbed, purple, double-ended strap-on. Stepping back over near me on the bed, you slowly, and carefully, step into one leg strap, then the former, pulling it up. Standing very close to me, you remind me of your promise earlier.

"I told you that if I could slip my toy into me easily, you would get the Saami courtesy. Now, your job since we've started was to make me as wet as potential, so that my toy went in with no emergence. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your position by the nous, you start to guide on it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only watch. I notice that your kitty is clearly swollen and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was part of your plan ; to make me helplessly watch in queasy promise. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the showtime it slips in without issue. However, much to my despair, as soon as you meet the ridges on it, it starts to meet resistivity. I can you see you trying to tug intemperately to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the whole thing in to the hilt, mostly without too often difficulty. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my pectus with a leg on either side of my capitulum again, this clock time putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your next move."well, you get prosperous, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the hardest thing to get in, but it did agitate back at some detail. Apparently you can't even get a pussy wet correctly. Such a pathetic slave. So you'll get it lubed up some from me, but first you're going to memorize how to properly make something wet when you're ordered to do so."

Before I can react, you grab my head by the hair in one hand, and your toy in the other, and jump forward, forcing your toy into my mouth. Not relenting, you push forward with your coxa, and pull my nous toward you, pushing in farther. I'm literally bucking underneath you, trying to get away, but you hold me there for a few bit. Easing back, you slip the toy out of my mouth, but maintain your clutch on my head and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the screwing ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your putz back in.

"I never said you could utter,"you command."I told you, you're going to learn how to use your oral cavity to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my slit, so you're going to con the voiceless way : Do it to my turncock before I put it in your ass. observe fight, and it's the only lube you're going to get."To beat back your point household, you reach back and bend one of my mamilla as hard as you can, and at the same time, you push More of your toy into my back talk, to where I can feel it hitting the back of my throat.

"Do you fucking understand me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my nous in defeat and acceptation."dependable boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensitive pap, you take my principal in both men, and rive slowly back, until just the head is resting on my lips. You linger there a moment, then tear my head forward as far as you can. This slides my lips an inch or so down the beam of light, which isn't good enough. You let me sleep with with a,"This entire affair is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to sustain to do skillful if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't bring my top dog any further down on it, you ease your soundbox forward again, watching in delight as my back talk slide down the prick, bit by bit. You stop when it's gone as far as it will easily.

At that, you pull your pelvis back again, pulling it all the way out of my mouth. After a sec, you jump forward again ; thrusting your fake tool back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your hips back and forth, getting wet at the sight of your violet toy sliding and out of my mouth, completely against my will. Not to name the fact that every clock time you hit the back of my throat, your English of the toy pushes into you, and scratch against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a suction with my mouth, which causes your toy to gently slew in and out of you, each time it does the same thing in my mouth. Naturally, this starts to get you hotter 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 world, enjoying both the hotshot, and the prospect of my mouth tightly wrapped around your toy, you ignore my whimpering and moaning as you invade me further ; your body picking up an almost wave-like motion.

It's not long before you start to feel the all too familiar virtuoso of you coming, but you stop yourself quickly. You don't want to cum from this toy unless it's because you're pounding at my ass. However, because you were so into it and not paying attention, you look down and notice you've forced almost the entire toy in my mouth, with my nose to a lesser extent than an column inch from your venter. Pulling back and all the way out, I begin coughing from it being difficult to breath. I recover after a consequence, as you still sit there. Thrilled with what just take place, you lean down future to my ear, and loosen me by telling me,"You're just a proficient little beef. I'm very majestic of you, but I want to see if you can accept it all the way down. I want your nose against my stomach, is that tacit my pet ?"I hesitate a second, before acknowledging your petition. You show how exhilarate you are with a easygoing moan, and plant a taunting osculation on my brass.

Sitting back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is less space between you and my oral fissure. Without asking if I'm prepare, you place the tip at my lips again, and repeal my nous slightly up so the head of your toy playground slide in my lips. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with determination. You reach the first rampart, and with a bracing"out-of-doors !"you see my back talk open wider, allowing to push the intruder in further. Next you feel your toy cock hit the back of my throat, but you're not letting that stopover you. Rising up on your knees a piffling, you start using your consistence weight to drive, and after a few registration of my jaw, you feel my throat chip in way, and your putz slides the rest of the way in. My nose 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 minute, you pull all the way out. I barely get a opportunity to catch a hint, before you've shoved it back in to the hilt again. Keeping your toy pushed in all the way, you push my heading back against the pillow, and lift yourself up on your human knee, so you're almost directly above me. In that position, you start pulling your hips up, withdrawing your toy from deep in my throat, until it's barely out. Then you let your body fall back down again, driving it back down until it bottoms out. You repeat this over and over."If I can take 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 moment of this, you're slaked that I can take aim all of your cock down my throat with no payoff, and pull yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to overtake my breathing place, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my cheek, and grab the gag from the chair."That's the survive time you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my brain again, you force the ball gag into my mouthpiece, 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 muteness now, you let out a quiet suspiration, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your side by side labor.

Disconnecting one of my leg constraint, you order me to flip over, on my stomach. I comply, and roll over ; the control around my wrists tightening. Once over, you restrain my free leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the bottle of lubricating substance, you put the tip between my cheeks, at the entering to my hole, and credit crunch gently."I promised you a fiddling bit of lubricator, and even though you have fought back, I'll keep my promise. Besides…. With as hard as I'm going to fuck you, you're going to necessitate it,"you tease. You swipe up a little lube on two of your digit, and agitate them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a one-third finger to reach sure the entryway to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingers, you take your toy in your handwriting, and shove a decently amount of lubricant down onto it. Catching the excess in your hand, you wrap your fingers around the light beam, 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 dick 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 oral sex.

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

Able to serve, I respond,"For you to have it off me Mistress."

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

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

"nookie you how ?"you taunt, an almost playful teasing caliber to your vocalism.

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

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

Giggling evilly, you kiss my ear again."Well then, very well. You might want 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 get wind me just yet, you push my head back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

holding your toy in your hand, you guide it towards my now lubed up, loose and waiting hole. You trace a circle around the opening with the fountainhead to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the head into my ass. The vellication of my legs and clenching of my ass, flux with a quiet sigh, tell apart you that it was a mix of delight and pain, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at first. able to maneuver it in without your manpower now, you pull my ass apart so you can keep an eye on your dick slide into my ass. Putting your exercising weight behind it as you did above me before, you apply air pressure and the cock starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the tooshie ; your body pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy rest there for a minute, making my ass stretch around it and accommodate it. Very slowly, you start inching yourself back out so I feel every bump and rib of your toy cock, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the foreland still in. Not waiting, or taking it easy this time, you quickly thrust the entire shaft 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 lubricator. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lube to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're satisfy that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my fuddled hole is now spate loose for your enjoyment, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a mild moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to raise up on your hands and knees, but do not let my cock slip out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to perch on your blackguard, pulling about half of your toy out. Very carefully, I lift myself up on my elbows. I rise up on one stifle, and then the other, but as I go to industrial plant my hands down, I accidentally lean too far forward, and your toy slips out of me.

'' Tsk, tsk, '' is all I hear from you. I can experience you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your turncock against my ass a few metre. `` You did n't keep up operating instructions. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the straits of your dick back into my ass, then grab my hip joint. Settling in, you pull me back as hard as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your tool into me full-of-the-moon power. You are n't being entitle with me anymore. Fully mindful that I can easily drive it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my pelvic girdle for supply grip, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fasting and hard as you can manage. Our bodies slapping together at the force makes an hearable stochasticity, but you do n't slow down. You 're enjoying every second of watching my ass leaping from each hard thrust 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 arduous and riotous in income tax return, which is aided by a small vibrator you secured to tease your clit. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; hard and prospicient thrusts, making certainly your trunk slams home flat against me every time. You have no intention of letting up any time soon, smiling to yourself at my cries of joy and delight, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's right wing, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. hold open making those racket. If I ca n't try you, then I wo n't recollect you 're enjoying this, '' you say to me, before resuming your ceaseless ramming of me.

Eventually, you slow down for a second, to grab my cock, which was been swinging back and forth from your tough piece of ass. You push the rings around it back up tightly, as you do n't need me coming just yet, and gift it a few slow and firm apoplexy, just to push me that much near and badger me that much More. Leaning forward, you place both workforce on my articulatio humeri, while pulling your hips back. You lean as close to my ear as you can.

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

I pause another moment or so, before mumbling a debile, halfhearted, `` Faster, mistress. ''

You think for a second. `` You know, I do n't care your answer. You took too foresightful, 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 shoulders tightly, you pull me back quickly onto your toy cock. In this new position, you 're able to go deeper than before, and you take advantage of it. You do n't block up furiously pounding away at me, but now you 're also pushing more when your hips hit my ass to drive your toy in to me as far and as deep as you can. The harder and faster you British pound sterling, the more I can feel the rolling moving ridge of an sexual climax building, and you 're not even touching my dick.

The same is true on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can feel your organic structure start out to tense up, an awing orgasm building. The closer you get, it seems like you find duplicate gears in the speed and magnate of your drive, 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 call of delight. Thrusting in and out. Long, deep explosion of motility. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your hammer is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so difficult that your physical 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 long, thick purpleness toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no ohmic resistance or effort.

You carry on like this for some time, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the violence of the vivid sexual climax building inside you. The smart as a whip pain in the ass, pleasure, and pressure level sensations I feel against my most raw spotlight are making me watery in the knee, and my entire body is tiring from handling the force of your ass-fucking, making me lower myself down on my cubital joint for sustenance ; the unanimous time, my dick oozing pre-cum. It 's not too very much longer, and you can feel yourself start to make out. Just at the sharpness of orgasm, you slam in one last time, before your hammering ceases. As the orgasm hits, you fall against my cover, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slow plodding that rub your toy against your clitoris, which push the orgasm harder and faster. I can feel your heart racing against my back, pick up your heavy and tired external 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 Sir Thomas More pre-cum out of my prick.

After a moment, you collect yourself. You sit up straight again, but leave your peter in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing rooster in your mitt. With your fingertip, you rub it against the mind, collecting some of my cum on your finger. Holding it up, you tell me, `` No one said you could cum yet. But you 'll be able to shortly. '' Finally, you slide your magnanimous cock from my ass. Running your hired man on it, you admire the passion 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 undo my leg restraint again. You edict me back over, laying with my cock facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my wooden leg up as they were before, and this time you 've put a few pillows under me to wind my hip up a bit.

Slipping back under me, you reach forward and pull the gag off me. You give me a moment to stretch my jaw, and then let me have it off the cause for the gags 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 one-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 not. I know how tender that slight berth in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to micturate you cum so heavily, you ca n't walk. '' With that, you locating yourself, and attain down with a few fingers to finger my motherfucker. Nothing how idle 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 well-fixed than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your hip back and forth, letting almost of the dick swoop in and out of my ass at will. Your destination here is n't the mad, raging, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as much continued, overweight insistence on my most sensitive point as you can, until my peter explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no contact lens on my dick whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to make me cum as lots and severe as you can, since you have something in thinker.

Reaching down to take my cock in your deal, you start grinding a petty harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my shaft with a firm bobby pin, slowly working up and down my light beam. You 're loving all the moans of pleasure coming from me, and the way I 'm actively grinding against you to get more of your toy in me. You notice my ventilation getting unretentive and quick, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a night of torture, ribbing, and orgasm denial. Picking up the pace with your hand, your bout to quick ticker of my stopcock, running your hand down the unit distance of it. You 've also started moving your cock around more, rotating your pelvic girdle to affect it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my cock, and have it off my ass, barreling me closer and finisher to an climax. My breathing space quickens, and you know I 'm near.

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

'' Oh fuck, delight Mistress. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my pressing and pleading response, you pick up a jabbing motion, angling up with your dick so that it hits my spot hard each clip. You 're also furiously pumping at my turncock, unrelenting in your quest to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me strain up tightly, raising my hips up sharply to thrust my stopcock into your script. At the same time you hear me utter a `` Oh God, I 'm coming. '' At that moment, you stop thrusting, and clench your clenched fist around the top of my dick. You can palpate my cum shooting up through my dick, slowed down by your pressure, but it 's edifice. rightfield at the perfect moment, you let go. My cum flies out of my prick with force out, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my stomach. Since it had been days since I 'd cum final stage, and you 'd been toying with me all Nox, it 's naught brusque of a monolithic load. My shaft continues to erupt and jerk in your hand, spurting Sir Thomas More and more cum out ; it running down your mitt and landing around my stomach and pegleg. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My entire body is shaking, my cock sensitive to the soupcon. And your toy putz is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could sense my hole clench tightly and violently around your toy.

Giving me a moment to catch my breath, you survey your harm. I have cum everywhere. More than a large mouthful. `` My, my. Quite the hatful you 've made. We 're going to let to clean this up, '' you say observantly.

'' Yes schoolmarm, I 'll houseclean it up, '' I say through labored hint, not aware of your substance.

'' testament you now ? Such a good little pet. I 'm sword lily you 're offering to clean up your mess for me, but I would 've made you do it anyways, '' you tell me. It 's seeming to you I still have n't caught on, so you decide to make me learn. There 's tidy sum of cum on your hired hand that was wrapped around my dick. With the former, you scoop up some of the larger drop curtain. Leaning forward, you command me to open my mouth. I do, expecting the gag, your pussy, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your handful of my cum into my mouth. It takes me a moment to earn what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You stop me by clamping your hired hand over my mouth. With a clean finger's breadth from the other hired man, you lift up my blindfold and gaze me in the eye with a smell of common cold determination.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to clean up your pile. 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 your lip, and do not do anything with this. '' I glare at you in rebelliousness before giving in reluctantly. I lay back on the pillow, and heart-to-heart my lip ; the piddling bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your make clean hand, and pass over it into my backtalk. Reaching back down, you scoop up the final parts, which is quite a encumbrance in itself. This time, you surprise me, and lap it off your hired hand. With a mouthful of my cum now, you close your eyes, tasting it, licking your hand clean and jerk and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste good, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your mouth. Leaning down, inches from my back talk, you tilt your header so you can speak without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't want to deny you any of this. And it 's your job to clean it up. Here you go. '' With that, you plant your lips on mine, firmly kissing me. With your tongue, you feed the remainder of my cum to me. I can feel the large load sitting in my mouth, but I 'm enjoying kissing you too very much. 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 manus that was around my dick, you put your finger on my brim, telling me, `` Now now, be a good little strumpet and clean up all of your mess. biff my finger clean. '' I lift my promontory up, taking your finger in my warm, wet mouth, and use my tongue to bat your finger's breadth waste of any cum, which is a sensation that sends shudder down your body. Once they are clean, you withdraw them. Looking down at me, you can see I 've got quite a big mouthful of my own cum. Smiling, you tell me the final examination 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, tone, `` swallow every conclusion drop. '' The look in my eyes is nothing but pure incredulity. I shake my chief. `` Do it ! '' you command. Staring at you incredulously for another here and now, I give in, accepting that your way is the alone way. I swallow it, but it 's such a huge, thick shipment, that it takes me a second to get it all. `` Now, open your mouthpiece and usher your kept woman that it 's all gone, like a good minuscule beef. '' I do, and upon seeing an empty backtalk, you give off a squeal of joy again, and take hold of me to osculate me, thrilled at my humiliation and obedience.

'' You 've been such a adept little pet tonight. You took it up the ass, made me cum, and cleaned up your stack. For that, you get your wages, '' you tell me, smiling and excited.

'' Does that mean I finally get disembarrass ? '' I ask, almost pleading and begging. This makes you chuckle.

'' No, of grade not. You 're still my little screw toy. But now, you get to enjoy my pussy the right way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and range me. `` Are you gear up ? You know the rules. take a leak me cum, and do n't you defy think of cumming without my permit. If you do, so help me, I 'll sit right on your face and hit you pick it out of me. '' I nod my head in understanding.

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

'' Now lay back, and let me cod your peter. Oops, I mean, MY gumshoe, since I own you now. '' No Oklahoman are the lyric out of your mouth, you start sliding up and down my cock, riding it as hard as you can, into the night ...