I squirmed a bit, whimpering as I heard the mumbling of the people. My hands shackled above me, my legs spread wide by a bar, my back talk stuffed with a ball gag, and a blindfold on over my eyes. I was naked and incapacitated in battlefront of a room full-of-the-moon of people I didn ? t know. I moved my headway back and forth, as if I could see, searching for you, my master, my love.

I jumped, feeling a hand slide slowly up my incline. I tried to rend away, but the chasteness held me still. I whimpered again, but quickly relaxed when I recognized your voice whispering in my ear ? be a good girl and pay our guests a good display. ?

My breath quickened, unsure of what you have planned, and I yelped loudly as you give my ass a severely big H, the guest laughing in amusement. For a moment I don ? t smell you, and I don ? t know where you are until I feel a sharply pinch on each nipple, as you put clamp on them. I whine a bit, nipples aching, and you respond by giving each breast a firm slap, and whisper ? honorable girl. ? Gently, You yank on the chain, connecting the clinch, my body moving with the Yankee to save the ache pain.

You leave me be for a moment. The invitee murmur remark about my body, my composure, and what they want to see done. My thinking quickly come back to you as I feel the flabby leather of a flogger, gently rubbing against my ass. My breathing quickens again as my consistence tenses and prepares for your flogging. WACK across my butt. WACK WACK WACK ! The leather kisses against my ass, leaving its stinging mark each meter. After a while, you stop. My ass must be red to your approving, because you gently rub my ass cheeks ? mmmmm, nice and warm. ?

I exhale in ministration, my ass still stinging a bit. You squeeze my shoulder in encouragement, and then give me to my thoughts again. I feel your hand between my pegleg, and I gasp around the gag, squirming a bit. The Edgar Albert Guest laugh again at my reaction. Embarrassed and feeling suddenly very exposed, I bow my head. You must suffer sensed my embarrassment, because you reached around and untie the ball gag, letting it fall to floor. One hand still between my pegleg, you lift my chin with the other and yield me a gentle kiss on the backtalk. ? lord ? ? I whimper, but you quickly remove your hand from between my legs and push three digit into my mouth. Taken back, I thrash my headspring a bit from position to side, but you are too strong and forceful. Feeling your fingers are wet enough, you slide them back between my wooden leg and into my tight cunt. I gasp loudly, trying to pull away as the gang laughs again at my fruitless efforts to escape.

You pound my short cunt with your fingerbreadth, letting me whimper and wiggle. The comments from the Edgar Guest are getting rude, some degrading, others embarrassing. Leaving me panting after a bit, you remove your finger. I bow my heading, growing tired. Then, my headspring jar up and I begin to thrash about about as I feel your finger's breadth between my still sore ass cheeks. Your finger's breadth wet with lube, you massage my hole, gently pressing inside with first one finger, then another. I feel a bit of lubricant drizzle down my sally as you prepare my prick. Inserting a one-third digit, I tense, still squirming. ? You need to relax or it will hurt. It ? s going to happen whether you ? re relaxed or not, so I advise you to calm down ? You whisper, breath hot on the back of my neck.

I try to unstrain, but yelp loudly as you shove a large plug into my tight bastard. I whimper, feeling myself reach, trying to adjust to the size. I hear one of the guests say ? now she really is a picayune squawk, ? and that ? s when I felt it. Soft and hazy, furry against my leg ; a quarter. The chew was a tail plug, and now I was your small squawk in more ways than one.

You kissed me again, then bit my articulatio humeri gently as I felt you remove the restraints from my carpus. ? On all fours like a good bitch. ? I felt my way down to the flooring, still blindfolded, as you removed my articulatio talocruralis from the spreader bar. You gave my red ass a toilsome spank on each cheek, then reached down and tugged on the mamilla clamps again. ? barque for me. ?

I felt my face peak with embarrassment as I timidly barked a few times. The Edgar Albert Guest laughed, very amused.

You grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back. I whimpered as I felt your cock smacking against my cheek. Then again. Midway through a whimper, you shoved your pecker into my oral fissure. I gagged in surprise, but you didn ? t let up. With Your men on the back of my head, you forced your cock down my throat, gently fucking for the guests to see. You ordered me to get it nice and wet for you. After a few more thrusts, you pulled loose from my mouth as I gasped for air.

You let go of my head, and I could learn you stand and walk around me a few multiplication. Using your foot, you pushed my knees apart and then gently rubbed my lilliputian bitch with your fundament. I felt your hands on my ass and hips as you knelt behind me. You brushed my ass to the side and grinded the tip of your cock against my lowly lips. ? She ? s already wet, ? You announced to our witness. The replied with remarks of how much of a slut and small fancy woman I was.

Lining yourself up with my entrance, you quickly shoved your integral length into my tight bitch. You moaned in pleasance as my wet cunt accepted your intrusion. I whimpered loudly, squirming a bit, feeling unusually stuffed full from both you and the tail quid. You continued to stuff into me over and over without mercifulness, taking me for your own pleasure, and felicitous that I seemed to be pleased as well. Reaching up, you intertwined your finger's breadth in my hair and pulled my headway back, demanding that I bark again. I obeyed, lost too deep in the pleasure of being filled with you to remember the guests watching. I didn ? t tending. I wanted to delight you. I wanted to wee-wee you cum.

Your push continued, long, hard, fast. I felt your physical structure press against my back as you whispered in my ear, your breathing space hot and quick ? seminal fluid for me girl ! ejaculate for your master, your mate ! ?

My consistency didn ? t need a moment invitation. My muscles tensed and constricted around your throbbing hammer. Tensing harder, I felt myself cum around your thick cock, the warm liquid almost squirting out. I felt your consistency shock and spasm, your cock twitch as you sprayed your seed deep into me. I gasped loudly, almost collapsing on the trading floor beneath you. My heart fluttered, and before I passed out of sheer delight, I heard the invitee clapping and cheering ?