I wake by the phone of the gong my phone makes when a text message is coming through. I reach sleepy over, the time says 7am and the subject matter instructs to train a shower and pass water myself some breakfast. I wipe the sopor from my eyes, and get out of bed. The room access to the room where I am kept is unlocked. This means he was here early this sunup ; it was locked when I fell asleep finish night after I heard the front door creak close.

After I have finished my morning time routine, put on a clean rest shirt, and I'm done in about an hr. I'm downstairs and there is some get down cleansing needed to be done from the gathering he had here last night. Sometimes he allows me to join, sometimes he keeps my locked upstairs. Last night I was kept locked in my room. There are second after he has sent everyone else rest home he will come up and expend time playing with me, former clock time I am leave alone listening as the room access creaks shut. There doesn't seem to be a pattern for when he allows me to get along down, it depends on his modality and wants at the time.

Checking messages I am online, surfing the internet when he comes in. I have washed the blankets that I've laid on the level and I'm kneeling on it. Master comes over to me and pets me as he takes a seat on the put. We make humble talk for a while, discussing politics, religion whatever is on his mind at the clip. These are the present moment when I am also a associate to him.

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

We continued the conversation we had started and when he had enough he stood, motioned for me to remain and walked into the other way. I could get wind him getting something out of the knickers. He came back with a punk. He motioned for me to stand up. I stand and he pulled the hood over my head. It left me blind and it reduced the noises I can learn. My mouth is left uncovered. I feel the tight leather breeding choker being secured around my neck.

It is disorienting. I am just there, not being able to see him or hear him. Not knowing what he is doing. I feel the sting of a flogger on my legs and thigh. He begins slowly, repeatedly hitting the Lapp spot over and over again. I am moaning, beginning to cry. split falling down my face, but he can't see them. I feel the callus on his hands as he rubs the welts he has left. The pitting of his skin with the softness of his touch makes this mo palpate somewhat like a metaphor for our relationship.

He pushes me down to my knees. I am expecting his putz in straw man of my sass any present moment. My tongue slowly reaching to feel for it, but zippo comes. Instead he is pulling my shirt off leaving my body completely exposed. I am sniffing in the air, trying to catch his smell and find him. I know better than to move or accomplish for him. I only catch the smell of vanilla.

The searing heat from the wax dripping over my shoulder joint and down my breasts takes my sentiment. The vanilla is coming from the candle he is burning and dripping on me. The wax is falling on my chest of drawers. He picks up one of my tit and begins to rain buckets the wax directly onto my nipple. I cry and scream, moving back trying to get away. I find that he has a chain of some sort attached to the neckband to preserve me from moving too much.

He waits a small spell, letting the wax cool and harden on my tit. It feels like forever, before I feel him begin to peal the wax from me. He is removing it slowly and rubbing me as he does so. I am breathing slowly, just enjoying the moment. overlord loves to keep my body in varying level of bruising. He begins to wrap my bosom with a nylon rope, the sort most masses would use as a clothes strain. It's rough, but not too cutting. He beings to wrap up my titty at the base and pulls it tights as he comes around it moving toward the nipple. They are turning numb from the tightness of the rope. I imagine the deep red or purpurate color the skin is showing as well. When he has wrapped to within an inch of my nipple he ties the roach off of each breast to the d ring on figurehead of my collar.

He then begins to pull at my nipple with his fingers, moving from one to another. I am breathing deeply, fighting to be still. He then takes one into his sassing and suction on the nipple, pulling it tight with his teeth. I let free a thigh-slapper as he puts the clover clinch on it. Then he moves to the other. Repeating the like matter with that nipple, I scream again as he clamps it was well.

I imagine the sadistic grinning he must have on his case. I am certain he would have slapped me for screaming but the hood will soften the blow, so he is contemplating other idea to penalize me. Watching me flinch in the anticipation more so than the painfulness, he reminds me often that most of the irritation and pain is in my mind and not in what he does to me. I am surely that he is getting an erection hearing the chain go tight with each bm I make along with listening to the good luck charm on my bobbysock sing with the flimsy movement I make.
He reaches for my arm and drag me up to my feet. He begins to take the air and I follow him. He sits me on the judiciary. This bench has a wrack of sorts attached to the rachis of it. He securely ties my custody and legs to the workbench. Pushes a vibrator into me, then takes a harvest to my pussy. He does this because he knows it confuses me. The delight of the vibrator and the pain the crop all at once will labor my head into a subspace that I can not fix. My body is shaking from the orgasm I am about to have. I can feel it pulsing through me as though it will shatter me into a thousand while.

I do not call back him releasing me or removing the hood, but he must have because now I am on the floor, kneeling in front of the bench and he is telling me to lick her cunt. I am not sure who she is, or where she came from but I do not hesitate. My brass is buried deep within her pussy. My backtalk pulling at her button as my spit runs over it again and again. The coolness of the air as I breathe against her. It does not claim long before her legs are shaking and she is moaning. I want to face for him, I like to watch him as he watches me. I slow down and my ass is warmed by the paddle.

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

As he turns from her, I take his cock into my sass. Cleaning him up, tasting the fluids of both of them together on him. She asks if she is adjacent. I lick and suck on him while he decides. Slowly, softly circling the tip of his cock and then brushing my tongue lightly over his bollock and thighs to get every last free fall of it. He pushes my header into her to houseclean her as well.

I start on her thighs and displace slowly toward her pussy. I want to tease her, so I am going painstaking slowly. I know she wants her clit licked, so I will spare it for last. I circle over her pussy moving slowly to the heart and soul. Making sure enough to drop a little more than attention on her ass before I move to her clit. I hear Master moaning behind us. I know he is watching so I want to nominate sure he gets a sound show. As she is moaning and groaning, telling me I am a"secure girl"I am again pulled back.

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

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