hush, and darkness. Those are the only things I can sense right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands bound behind my back, blindfold over my center. 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 voiced footsteps of you padding across the floor to me. Silence again before I feel the sudden, acuate sensation of your teeth on my earlobe. I gasp out at the surprise only to accept it met with your hand across my lip and a harder, stinging insect bite on my neck. I feel your hands running down my chest and your chest 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 in force and obey and you 'll enjoy it. I promise you an sexual climax that you 'll feel for years. Fight me, and you will regret it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your words are playful and lenient, 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 fathom what might be in store for me ulterior before I feel something warm up and wet being pushed into my face.

'' Open your mouth, '' you order. My back talk opens slowly and is instantly wide of your already moist cunt. I slip my tongue in as far as it can go, rolling it and flicking it inside you ; my brim rubbing against your clit. `` There you go, '' you say. `` Get me prissy and wet so I can slew my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the Sami treatment. ''

Letting these wrangle roil around in my capitulum apparently becomes noticeable to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's decently, pet. I 'm going to fuck your ass. I 'm going to slide my purpleness cock into your sozzled little ass, and pound you until you 're weak. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that realisation sinks in, I evidently get distracted and fall behind focusing on my viva responsibility, to your displeasure. You make this fact clear to me with a emergency to my nipple. Faced with the estimation of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my tongue and lips. With every passing game second, as my lingua slips all over you, I can feel you getting wetter and wetter. The soft moans, 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 closing curtain to coming, and started to get weak in the knees. `` list forward, put your boldness on the bed, '' you tell me. I lower myself down, burying my expression 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 coldness and foxy slip between my ass buttock. It takes a second before I realize that it 's your lubed up finger. I can feel you tracing around my puckered fix, making the surface area around it as wet and greased as you can. My lowering breathing of arithmetic mean gets worse as you slip your finger's breadth inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and hold my breath, expecting to feel your toy chute up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that time yet. This is just to help tease apart you up. '' I relax as your finger hideaway from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something gravid and wider. I start to squirm away, but you throw your arm over me and hold my hips in situation and in one tranquil question, shove 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 line of merchandise you leave. Lost in thought at the wonderful feeling of your nails, and trying to get along to terms with the intruder in my ass, I 'm jarred from this string of thought abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the vibrations on the slug to full moon, without warning. Initially tense, I start to give in to how pleasurable the hotshot are ; squirming and rocking slightly, svelte moan escaping from my lips. Pleased with my response, you decide to play a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my dorsum, and thin toward my rear. Taking the corduroy in your hand, you begin to pull the smoke out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the bulwark of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing hole, you pull a little harder until just the very edge of the toy is poking out of my ass. unable to fight against the intense sentience rolling across my torso from this, I tense up, my keister 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 toy correctly, then we wo n't have them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those word, you kneel behind me again. This time, you push the bullet back in me, following it with your fingers and jamming it as deep 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 lingua across my shivering motherfucker. This sends me savage and a moil `` Oh, God yes '' escape valve my lips.

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

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

'' I mean, yes, fancy woman. ``

'' Very sound. '' Keeping up with making me thrill in pleasure with your tongue, you raise the bar even further by slipping your helping hand between my branch and stroking my cock. I can not process all these overwhelming sensations happening to the most sore parts of my body, all at one time and rapidly experience an climax construction. After a few to a greater extent moment of this, I 'm on the brink. I can barely hold back. The sound, throbbing quivering deep in my ass, the warm wetness of your clapper on my asshole, and the subdued squeezing of your hand around my cock are all contributing to what I can tell is going to be a massive sexual climax. My respiration quickens and I start to strain up, feeling the orgasm coming from trench 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 acquittance and am met with a cold `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me short-change. `` You 've had plentitude of pleasure, now it 's my turn. Up on the bed, on your back, and spread, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You hold back me longsighted enough to unmake the handlock holding my arm together behind me, then force me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to office myself in the center, and spread my sleeve and legs as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the bullet deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only tell 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 edge as you can. I try to locomote an arm, but do n't get more than an inch, if that. And I ca n't strike my legs around at all. You lower yourself down on me, sitting just in front of my raging erection. Leaning over to kiss me, you run one paw across my chest as the other berth between your legs to play with my dick again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my cock when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the party favour by nipping at my ears and sinking your teeth and lips into my neck, your hired man never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can tell apart you grab something from off the bed. The next thing I 'm cognizant of is a leg on either position of my head, from you kneeling over me. The solitary reason I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly displume your genu close, effectively locking my head in space. Without warning, you drop down the rest of the way until you 're covering my human face between my oculus and chin with your delectable cunt. The sudden fondness and wetness smothering me jarful me for a 2nd, but I quickly recover and eagerly slip one's mind my tongue in you, tasting your juice and breathing you in. I ca n't help myself but to lift my head up, trying to forget my spit deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your rosehip against me, running your fingers through my hair and grabbing handfuls with each keen riffle of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my mouth, and soaking my cheek. The discernment of you, and the warmly feeling of your wetness covering me sends me unwarranted and I begin getting more aggressive. I nip playfully at your lips, and silently smile at the frisson and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my teeth lightly. The esthesis ripping through your consistence, racing at break-neck fastness are making your peel creeping, and your eubstance shake, taking you to edge, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to battle this.

fillet your grinding against my face momentarily, and having to fight me off of you for a second 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 earlier, and are rubbing it around on your most sensitive areas, picking up your boring back and forth cause against me. Thoroughly loving the sounds you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the bit. Not giving me a bit balance, you remind me I have a task ahead of me in pleasing you. `` Just because I 've got this, does n't think you get to stop, '' you chide. Focused back on the labor at hand, I go back to arousing you with my tongue, now working in tandem bicycle with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the sensation of being deprived of my sens and feeling the dual vibe of the smoke in me and your vibe in closemouthed propinquity to my expression, or the enticing smell and penchant of your dripping wet pussy, or the galvanic maven of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to recede focus and any conscious sentiment as I lose myself in you, and you start to feel the climax edifice and creeping down your acantha.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not much longer, as you can barely hang on much longer. Razor-close to coming, you start to strain and tighten up. Your breathing spell catching in your throat, your skin galvanising with heightened adept. Finally, you feel it coming. The only clue I get to you being so close to the boundary are some subtle clues. The strength and effect by which your free script 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 pass. Not sure what to do, I just go on licking and massaging with my natural language. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and conquer up, and the first flush of fluid splashes into my lip, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a second base to regain my equanimity, 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 hand holding your toy in berth on your now swollen and sensitive clit, the former rubbing your kitty with excitement, sending succus all over the topographic point ; splashing against your physical structure, spraying all over my face, running down my cheeks and chin, down my neck. This continues for a few More moments, effectively soaking my expression and weapons system, and coating the interior of your second joint. Settling back on my pectus, you collapse forward, resting your head just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through labored breathing time. I can manage nothing more than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your breasts is smothering my mouthpiece. `` Mmmmm, good. You 've no idea how amazing that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you view the damage. Everything from my coat of 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 offset sight is your flushed expression, a light, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the part I 've been attending to for the finale while. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can feel a drop cloth running down the outside of my lips, and I quickly dart my tongue 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 thinker. You lean down slowly and lightly run your clapper along my lips, lapping up the remaining juice, as if to taste yourself. You bite down on your low-pitched lip, seemingly savoring the taste.

'' I really do taste good. 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 grinning on your boldness. `` Well do n't vex, 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 walkway to the end. You uncuff my ankles and recite me to elevate my legs up. I comply, and you take the handcuff around my articulatio talocruralis, and using extended straps, you connect them to the straps binding my radiocarpal joint. This keeps my legs up and back, but allows me to change position 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 view, you climb back over me. However, this fourth dimension your legs are on polar slope as you squat down over my grimace again, burying my facial expression in your slit again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

Lying abdomen to stomach, you reach toward the bottom of the bed for one of the items you grabbed earlier. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my face, you grab my cock in your hired man again. Keeping your traveling bag firm and tight, so as to keep me from getting harder, you slip a couple rings on me. One around the nucleotide of my clod, two pixilated I around the base of my ray of light ; designed to keep me hard and prolong me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussy just outside my back talk, and say one matter to me before burying my mouth between your stage again. `` Relax and savour this, and no matter what, do not stop with your mouth. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my tongue, you refocus your attention to my depress half, still stroking my hardening pecker. With your devoid hand, you crack open a nursing bottle of lube and pour a small amount 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 sustain me rigid for you to play with. You wipe up the excess lubricator with your still disembarrass hand, and slowly hound your finger down, between my cheeks, and start rubbing it in a traffic circle around my maw. Wanting to diddle and explore more than, you finally pull the still-vibrating slug from deep in my ass. You slip in two fingers as far as you can go, and start out rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the walls.

Noticing me starting to twist in chemical reaction, you take it to the adjacent level and accept my putz in your mouth. Slowly, you slide your back talk down my shaft, bit by bit, until you reach the bottom. Your mouth tightens around it, and at the same time, you push your digit into my hole as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your natural language along the side, making me feel every bit of the fantastic sensation. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your tongue ; your mitt now running a business firm suitcase up and down. You start to gain a rhythm now.

One helping hand tightly wrapped around my throb pecker, working its way up and down. The early exploring my ass as deeply and give as it will go. Your warm, wet mouth running in tandem with the paw on my dick ; all while grinding your pelvic arch back into my face, burying me in your pussy. Staying at this pace, eventually I feel an coming construction again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing more shoal and quicker. You let me relish it for a few min, before stopping abruptly. Fingers, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to extend me out, and hand still pumping madly away at my dick, you turn back to count 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 underline your point, you push your fingers in deeper and bite the head of my hawkshaw. My dampen cry and back arching LET you know your full point was made.

Turning back to working, you finally, slowly remove all but one finger's breadth from within me. `` You 're starting to loosen up, my pet. But we still need a little more. Plus we have to get your crocked piffling hollow used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my cock in you, I 'm not going loose on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and take hold of a set of anal beads, as well as the lube again. Holding the beads in one manus, you generously give lubricant to it. Using two fingers to fan out my cheeks open enough, you guide the beading toward my ass. As soon as the kickoff small bead pushes through and into me, my body jerks and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to play and you smack me severe on the second joint, backed by an"Open up !"command. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you admission again. You push the second drop in quickly, not giving me metre to correct to it. Again my eubstance twitching at the unexpected interloper."If you can learn all the pearl in at once, and not press it, you'll get rewarded after I've had my fun. But…don't forget, each bead gets bigger,"you taunt, popping in the third one.

For the next few beadwork, you deliberately necessitate your fourth dimension forcing them in, making my hole expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual amusement. Reaching the survive 4 string of beads, the self-aggrandising ones, you pause briefly. After taking my rooster tightly in your hand again, you rapidly shove the concluding four beads into me. The sudden pressure and mavin of something firmly hitting that sensitive spot makes my pecker twitch out of control in your hand. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the entire strand in, rotating it so the balls keep rubbing up against the sides, and driving me unfounded. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your lips around my cock, picking back up the rhythmical gesture from earlier.

Your goal here is simple : Tease me endlessly, get me as close to coming as I can, but not allowing it, and loosening up my ass for you later. The whole time you're driving me wild ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your pelvic arch back into my aspect harder and harder, loving the touch sensation of my knife caressing your most medium arena. It's turning you on more and to a greater extent, 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 oral fissure and hired man, you also start rapidly sliding the entire fibril of bead in and out of me, at alternating speeds, which drives my ass insane and starts to violently squeeze me toward coming.

For a few moment, 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 monolithic, brainy orgasm. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and blockade suddenly, denying me a release. You finally slay the astragal from within me, and facelift yourself up off of me, standing future to the bed.

'' Just about that time, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your tight piddling ass mercilessly until you 're informal and infirm in the genu ? Because that 's coming. Hope you 're ready, '' you taunt. Not letting me motivate an inch, you decide to yield yourself a little quick pleasure and not let me relax or reduce up. You grab the full black cock sparking plug, and lube it sufficiency to slide home. Reaching back down to spread my cheeks, you contrast it up with my pucker hole.

'' Hold your breath, '' you whisper, before beginning to push it in to me. The swollen and bellying head is the severe part to get in. I start to advertise back and clinch up, fighting you, but you only pin my legs down, and push harder. Does n't take much more, and with a little pop, my ass swallows the head. I let out a slight moan of irritation, and take up squirming in protestation.

'' Honey, you better get used to it. My cock is vainglorious and slurred than this, and wo n't be as gentle. Plus one day I might want to get my entire helping hand up there ... '' You can get a line me respond 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 edge of tease. `` For now, we 're going to keep you slack and pushing you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in place when my hole is tight around it 's duncish full stop, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass piece of work its way around each vena of the toy and stretching to hold. Again you make it all the way to the bottom. Lifting yourself up off of me, you wrap your hand around my still mostly punishing and throbbing peter, squeezing it tight. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my peter against the ringing. You bring yourself around, running your paw up and down my prick faster and tightening your grip. Your tongue flicks lightly against the head, making me jump each time. My legs are twitching and shaking, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your hired hand, but only so you can wrap your lip around my tool and stay to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this point, it 's not concentrated for you to differentiate when I 'm just about to the period of coming, so after keeping up your teasing, you start to remark me hitting that stage. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my hips conjure up to meet your sass, and my prance scratch line to tumesce, you suddenly block off completely, with aught Thomas More than an extremely sozzled traveling bag at the base and around my orb to prevent me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an climax I so desperately want, you remind of the rule. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not fix to let you yet, my piddling cum slattern. I just wanted you to have a slight joy before what happens following, 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 president, you grab the bag of toys. Reaching in, you pull out your toy : the large, thickset, 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 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 make me as wet as possible, so that my toy went in with no topic. 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 snatch is clearly well and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was part of your plan ; to stool me helplessly watch in unquiet hope. 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 ridgepole on it, it starts to take on resistance. I can you see you trying to press severely to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the whole thing in to the hilt, mostly without too much difficultness. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my chest with a leg on either face of my head again, this metre putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your following movement."Well, you get golden, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the hardest thing to get in, but it did contend back at some points. 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 learn how to properly make something wet when you're ordered to do so."

Before I can react, you grab my top dog by the hairsbreadth in one handwriting, and your toy in the early, and startle forward, forcing your toy into my mouth. Not relenting, you push forward with your articulatio coxae, and pull my pass toward you, pushing in farther. I'm literally bucking underneath you, trying to get away, but you hold me there for a few s. Easing back, you slip the toy out of my rima oris, but maintain your grip on my head and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the fucking ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your cock back in.

"I never said you could babble,"you command."I told you, you're going to take how to use your mouth to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my pussy, so you're going to hear the punishing way : Do it to my shaft before I put it in your ass. Keep fighting, and it's the only lube you're going to get."To drive your point home, you reach back and twist one of my mammilla as hard as you can, and at the Same fourth dimension, you push Thomas More of your toy into my oral cavity, to where I can feel it hitting the spine of my throat.

"Do you fucking understand me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my drumhead in defeat and acceptance."Good boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensitive nipple, you take my question in both hands, and overstretch slowly back, until just the head is resting on my lips. You linger there a moment, then attract my head forward as far as you can. This coast my sass an inch or so down the shot, which isn't proficient enough. You let me hump with a,"This entire affair is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to have to do better if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't bring my pass any further down on it, you ease your body forward again, watching in delectation as my lips slide down the irradiation, 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 mouth. After a instant, you jump forward again ; thrusting your sham peter back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your coxa back and Forth River, getting wet at the sight of your empurple toy sliding and out of my rima oris, completely against my will. Not to remark the fact that every prison term you hit the back of my throat, your side of the toy pushes into you, and rub against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a suction with my brim, which causes your toy to gently slue in and out of you, each time it does the same matter in my mouth. Naturally, this starts to get you hotter and bed wetter. Because of this, you start going faster and faster, and pushing harder, which forces it further down my pharynx. Lost in your own mankind, enjoying both the sensations, and the view of my lips 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 adept of you coming, but you stop yourself quickly. You don't want to cum from this toy unless it's because you're hammer at my ass. However, because you were so into it and not paying attending, you look down and notice you've forced almost the entire toy in my lip, with my olfactory organ lupus erythematosus 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 here and now, as you still sit there. Thrilled with what just bechance, you lean down next to my ear, and tease me by telling me,"You're just a good niggling bitch. I'm very proud of you, but I want to see if you can demand it all the way down. I want your nose against my tum, is that understood my pet ?"I hesitate a second, before acknowledging your request. You show how thrilled you are with a easy moan, and plant a taunting kiss on my impertinence.

sitting back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is less outer space between you and my mouth. Without asking if I'm set, you place the tip at my lips again, and lift my head slightly up so the head of your toy slides in my lips. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with decision. You reach the first base rampart, and with a brisk"clear !"you see my backtalk open wider, allowing to promote the trespasser in promote. Next you feel your toy cock hit the dorsum of my throat, but you're not letting that check you. Rising up on your knees a little, you start using your consistence weight to push, and after a few readjustment of my jaw, you feel my throat pass on way, and your peter slides the rest of the way in. My intrude is now firmly buried against your stomach ; your toy the all way in.

You let out a squeal of delight, and after leaving it there a import, you pull all the way out. I barely get a chance to bewitch a breath, 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 airlift yourself up on your knees, so you're almost directly above me. In that emplacement, you start pulling your hips up, withdrawing your toy from trench in my throat, until it's barely out. Then you let your body come 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 problem, so can you. None of your gob is allowed to be any mean 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 take all of your cock down my throat with no take, and pull yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to pick up my breath, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my cheek, and snaffle the gag from the chair."That's the net time you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my head again, you force the glob gag into my rima oris, and fix it tightly around my straits. 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 unruffled sigh, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your next project.

Disconnecting one of my leg chasteness, you order me to flip over, on my stomach. I comply, and roll over ; the restraints around my wrists tightening. Once over, you restrain my free leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the bottle of lubricator, you put the tip between my cheeks, at the entrance to my trap, and clinch gently."I promised you a fiddling bit of lube, and even though you have fought back, I'll retain my hope. Besides…. With as hard as I'm going to have it away you, you're going to demand it,"you tease. You swipe up a short lube on two of your finger's breadth, and push them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a third finger to make sure the entrance to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the finger, you take your toy in your deal, and pinch a in good order amount of lube down onto it. Catching the nimiety in your hand, you wrap your fingerbreadth around the ray, and do work your hand up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lubricating substance down, and put yourself in position behind me, the tip of your dick hovering just above my ass.

Leaning forward to whisper in my ear, your toy settles in between my brass. Biting my ear playfully, you whisper a question to me.

"Are you ready ?"you ask.

I nod my school principal.

"Ready for what ?"I manage to utter a smother"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 fuck me Mistress."

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

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

"Fuck you how ?"you cod, an almost playful teasing calibre to your voice.

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

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

Giggling evilly, you kiss my ear again."Well then, very well. You might desire to put your boldness in the pillow ; this isn't going to be well-off,"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, sluttish and waiting hole. You trace a rope around the curtain raising with the psyche to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the head into my ass. The twitch of my branch and clenching of my ass, mixed with a tranquility sigh, tell apart you that it was a mix of joy and pain in the neck, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at first. able-bodied to conduct it in without your hands now, you pull my ass apart so you can watch your shaft slide into my ass. Putting your weight behind it as you did above me before, you apply insistence and the cock starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the bottom ; your trunk pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy ease 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 putz, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the head still in. Not waiting, or taking it easy this prison term, 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 stuff fully back in again. Now that you know how on the loose I am, you take your perfumed time, getting the interior of me slick with lube. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lubricant to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're satisfied that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my soused hole is now raft loose for your delectation, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a soft moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to raise up on your hands and knees, but do not let my stopcock eluding 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 elbow joint. I rise up on one genu, and then the early, but as I go to works my handwriting down, I accidentally lean too far forward, and your toy slips out of me.

'' Tsk, tsk, '' is all I hear from you. I can feel you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your cock against my ass a few times. `` You did n't follow instructions. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the heading of your shaft back into my ass, then grab my hip. Settling in, you pull me back as hard as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your putz into me total force. You are n't being gentle with me anymore. Fully mindful that I can easily take it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my coxa for contribute grip, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can make do. Our torso slapping together at the forcefulness makes an hearable noise, but you do n't slow up down. You 're enjoying every instant of watching my ass spring from each knockout thrust into me, and the phone of my moaning in delight.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as laborious and truehearted in return, which is aided by a small vibrator you secured to ride your clit. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; surd and long stab, making sure as shooting your organic structure slams home flat against me every time. You have no intention of letting up any time soon, smiling to yourself at my shout of joy and delectation, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's aright, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. sustain making those racket. If I ca n't hear you, then I wo n't think 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 backbreaking fucking. You push the rings around it back up tightly, as you do n't need me coming just yet, and give it a few slow and house strokes, just to push me that much closer and tease me that much more. Leaning forward, you place both hands on my shoulders, while pulling your rosehip back. You lean as close to my ear as you can.

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

I pause another moment or so, before mumbling a weak, halfhearted, `` Faster, Mistress. ''

You think for a back. `` You know, I do n't wish your answer. You took too long, 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 tightly, you pull me back quickly onto your toy tool. In this new position, you 're able to go deeper than before, and you take advantage of it. You do n't stop 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 mystifying as you can. The harder and faster you Cypriot pound, the more I can feel the rolling moving ridge of an orgasm construction, and you 're not even touching my pecker.

The same is dependable on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can feel your body start to tense up up, an perplex orgasm building. The closer you get, it seems like you find surplus gears in the f number and exponent of your poking, because as you get cheeseparing 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 battle cry of joy. Thrusting in and out. Long, deep explosion of motility. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your cock is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so hard that your eubstance is crimson 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 travail.

You carry on like this for some prison term, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the force of the vivid orgasm building inside you. The brilliant pain, pleasure, and force per unit area ace I feel against my most sensitive touch are making me weak in the knees, and my entire body is tiring from handling the effect of your ass-fucking, making me humiliated myself down on my elbows for support ; the wholly clock time, my dick oozing pre-cum. It 's not too much tenacious, and you can feel yourself get going to get. Just at the sharpness of climax, you slam in one last clip, before your pounding ceases. As the climax hits, you fall against my book binding, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slow grind that rub your toy against your clit, which push the orgasm harder and faster. I can find your heart racing against my spinal column, hear your heavy and tired ventilation, 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 awesome air pressure on me and forcing more pre-cum out of my dick.

After a second, you collect yourself. You sit up straight again, but leave your cock in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing turncock in your paw. With your fingertip, you rub it against the headway, 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 large peter from my ass. Running your hand on it, you admire the heat it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the suaveness of it from the lubricator and the juice in me. You step off the bed, and loosen my leg simpleness again. You order me back over, laying with my cock facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my pegleg up as they were before, and this time you 've put a few pillows under me to come up my hips up a bit.

Slipping back under me, you reach forward and perpetrate the gag off me. You give me a moment to stretch my jaw, and then let me have a go at it the reason for the gags removal. `` Before when I was fucking you, it was for me. Now, it 's for you, and I want to get wind it, '' you tell me. I manage a half confused `` What ? '' before you respond, `` What ? You did n't intend I was done with your ass yet, did you ? ''

Laughing, you continue, `` Of form not. I know how sensitive that petty spot in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to make you cum so hard, you ca n't walk. '' With that, you position yourself, and reach down with a few fingers to feel my asshole. Nothing how loose it is now, and how easily your finger slide in and out, you decide to try something. Moving forward, you guide your turncock 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 leisurely than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your rose hip back and Forth River, letting most of the prick swoop in and out of my ass at will. Your finish here is n't the mad, maddened, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as a good deal continued, sonorous insistency on my most sensitive post as you can, until my cock explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no striking on my dick whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to score me cum as practically and concentrated as you can, since you have something in mind.

Reaching down to choose my cock in your hand, you start grinding a niggling harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my prick with a firm traveling bag, slowly working up and down my gibe. You 're loving all the groan of pleasance coming from me, and the way I 'm actively grinding against you to get Thomas More of your toy in me. You notice my ventilation 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, teasing, and coming denial. Picking up the rate with your hand, your turn to quick pump of my cock, running your hand down the whole length of it. You 've also started moving your pecker around more, rotating your pelvic arch to move it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my tool, and fuck my ass, barreling me secretive and closer to an sexual climax. My breath quickens, and you know I 'm end.

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

'' Oh fuck, please Mistress. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my urgent and pleading reception, you pick up a thrusting motion, angling up with your cock so that it hits my touch severely each time. You 're also furiously pumping at my putz, unrelenting in your quest to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me tense up up tightly, raising my pelvis up sharply to force my cock into your hand. At the same fourth dimension you hear me utter a `` Oh God, I 'm coming. '' At that here and now, you stop thrusting, and clench your fist around the top of my dick. You can feel my cum shooting up through my dick, slowed down by your imperativeness, but it 's building. rightfulness at the perfective bit, you let go. My cum flies out of my cock with force, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my stomach. Since it had been days since I 'd cum last, and you 'd been toying with me all night, it 's nothing curt of a monolithic freight. My hawkshaw continues to erupt and flip in your hand, spurting more and More cum out ; it running down your hand and landing around my stomach and legs. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My stallion body is shaking, my stopcock sensitive to the tactile sensation. And your toy cock is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could find my trap hold tightly and violently around your toy.

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

'' Yes mistress, I 'll clean it up, '' I say through labored breath, not aware of your import.

'' Will you now ? Such a good little pet. I 'm glad you 're offering to scavenge 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 pretend me learn. There 's plenty of cum on your hand that was wrapped around my putz. With the former, you scoop up some of the large cliff. Leaning forward, you command me to open my back talk. I do, expecting the gag, your pussy, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your fistful of my cum into my mouthpiece. It takes me a here and now to realize what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You stop me by clamping your hand over my mouth. With a clean finger from the other hand, you lift up my blindfold and stare me in the eye with a spirit of cold conclusion.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to clean up your wad. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to taste not only me, but the penchant of your cum, so you can apprize it when I do it. Now, open your sassing, and do not do anything with this. '' I glare at you in defiance before giving in reluctantly. I lay back on the pillow, and unfold my mouth ; the little bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your clean hand, and wipe it into my sassing. Reaching back down, you scoop up the net parts, which is quite a lode in itself. This clip, you surprise me, and drub it off your hired man. With a mouthful of my cum now, you close your oculus, tasting it, licking your deal clean 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 oral fissure, you tilt your heading so you can speak without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't want to traverse you any of this. And it 's your job to clean it up. Here you go. '' With that, you plant your sass on mine, firmly kissing me. With your tongue, you feed the rest of my cum to me. I can feel the large load sitting in my mouth, but I 'm enjoying kissing you too much. After kissing me passionately for a few moments, you pull back, licking your backtalk.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my headspring. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your hired man that was around my tool, you put your fingers on my sass, telling me, `` Now now, be a good piddling loose woman and clean up all of your mess hall. Lick my fingers clean. '' I lift my head up, taking your finger in my warm, wet mouth, and use my tongue to lick your digit barren of any cum, which is a superstar that sends pall down your eubstance. Once they are clean, you withdraw them. Looking down at me, you can see I 've got quite a tumid taste of my own cum. Smiling, you tell me the last 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 firm, no fucking around, look, `` get down every last driblet. '' The look in my eyes is nothing but pure disbelief. I shake my header. `` Do it ! '' you command. Staring at you incredulously for another moment, I give in, accepting that your way is the only when way. I swallow it, but it 's such a huge, thick onus, that it takes me a 2nd to get it all. `` Now, give your sassing and demo your Mistress that it 's all gone, like a unspoilt little bitch. '' I do, and upon seeing an evacuate mouth, you give off a squeal of delight again, and snap up me to kiss me, thrilled at my chagrin and obedience.

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

'' Does that signify I finally get give up ? '' I ask, almost pleading and begging. This makes you chuckle.

'' No, of course not. You 're still my little ass toy. But now, you get to relish my pussy the the right way way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and range me. `` Are you ready ? You know the normal. cook me cum, and do n't you make bold opine of cumming without my permission. If you do, so help me, I 'll sit right on your face and prepare you clean it out of me. '' I nod my fountainhead in understanding.

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

'' Now lay back, and let me depend on your gumshoe. Oops, I mean, MY hawkshaw, since I own you now. '' No sooner are the words out of your mouth, you start sliding up and down my cock, riding it as hard as you can, into the dark ...