I wake by the sound of the chime my speech sound makes when a text message is coming through. I reach sleepy over, the meter says 7am and the message instructs to look at a shower and make myself some breakfast. I wipe the sleep from my eyes, and get out of bed. The threshold to the way where I am kept is unlocked. This means he was here early this morning ; it was locked when I fell asleep shoemaker's last night after I heard the social movement door creak close.

After I have finished my morning routine, put on a clean nap shirt, and I'm done in about an minute. I'm downstairs and there is some light cleansing needed to be done from the assemblage he had here last Nox. Sometimes he allows me to join, sometimes he keeps my locked upstairs. Last dark I was kept locked in my room. There are moments after he has sent everyone else home he will come up and pass time performing with me, other times I am left hand alone listening as the doorway creaks shut. There doesn't seem to be a pattern for when he allows me to come in down, it depends on his humour and wants at the time.

Checking messages I am on-line, surfing the net when he comes in. I have washed the blankets that I've laid on the base and I'm kneeling on it. Master comes over to me and pets me as he takes a seat on the couch. We make pocket-size talk for a while, discussing politics, religion whatever is on his brain at the metre. These are the moments when I am also a fellow to him.

He begins to rub his shaft, I am waiting. He pulls me by my hair close to him. It's already hard, and ready. As my back talk covered the tip and slipped slowly down the shaft he tells me he is going to puddle. I am going to drink it. I swallowed as he pushed and my throat filled with his cock, warmed by the fountain of piss that he was releasing into me. I choked, and my eyes watered, I made gagging noises. He moaned, groaned and held my head steadily until he was done. I sucked him clean and licked his bollock, and kissed his pecker before I pulled away. He petted me as he handed me a nursing bottle of water supply to salute. I thanked him.

We continued the conversation we had started and when he had enough he stood, motioned for me to stay and walked into the former way. I could get a line him getting something out of the drawers. He came back with a hoodlum. He motioned for me to bear. I stand and he pulled the hood over my head. It left me blind and it reduced the noises I can hear. My mouth is left expose. I feel the plastered leather grooming collar 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 flimflam of a flogger on my legs and thighs. He begins slowly, repeatedly hitting the same spot over and over again. I am moaning, beginning to cry. rip falling down my fount, but he can't see them. I feel the callus on his hands as he rubs the welt he has left. The roughness of his skin with the softness of his relate makes this moment experience somewhat like a metaphor for our relationship.

He pushes me down to my knees. I am expecting his cock in front end of my mouth any mo. My tongue slowly reaching to palpate for it, but nothing comes. Instead he is pulling my shirt off leaving my body completely exposed. I am sniffing in the air, trying to catch his olfactory property and observe him. I know better than to make a motion or arrive at for him. I only catch the smell of vanilla.

The searing heat from the wax drippage over my shoulder and down my breasts takes my thoughts. The vanilla is coming from the candle he is burning and dripping on me. The wax is falling on my chest. He picks up one of my breast and begins to pour 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 keep open me from moving too much.

He waits a little while, letting the wax cool and harden on my bosom. It feels like forever, before I feel him begin to ring the wax from me. He is removing it slowly and rubbing me as he does so. I am breathing slowly, just enjoying the moment. passe-partout loves to prevent my body in varying stages of bruising. He begins to wrap my knocker with a nylon rope, the kind virtually people would use as a apparel line. It's rough, but not too cutting. He beings to roll my breast at the base and pulls it tights as he comes around it moving toward the nipple. They are turning numb from the parsimoniousness of the circle. I imagine the deep red or purpleness color the skin is showing as well. When he has wrapped to within an inch of my tit he ties the R-2 off of each chest to the d ring on social movement 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 mouth and sucks on the nipple, pulling it tight with his teeth. I let loose a shriek as he puts the clover clamp on it. Then he moves to the other. Repeating the like thing with that nipple, I scream again as he clamps it was well.

I imagine the sadistic smile he must have on his face. I am sure he would have slapped me for screaming but the lens hood will soften the setback, so he is contemplating other estimate to punish me. Watching me flinch in the anticipation more so than the infliction, he reminds me often that near of the discomfort and pain is in my mind and not in what he does to me. I am sure that he is getting an erection hearing the Sir Ernst Boris Chain go tight with each movement I make along with listening to the good luck charm on my anklet sing with the slightest trend I make.
He reaches for my arm and puff me up to my feet. He begins to walk and I follow him. He sits me on the work bench. This Bench has a rack of kind attached to the backbone of it. He securely ties my hired man and legs to the bench. Pushes a vibrator into me, then takes a harvest to my pussycat. He does this because he knows it confuses me. The pleasure of the vibrator and the painfulness the crop all at once will push my mind into a subspace that I can not delimit. My body is shaking from the orgasm I am about to have. I can experience it pulsing through me as though it will shatter me into a thousand pieces.

I do not remember him releasing me or removing the hood, but he must have because now I am on the flooring, kneeling in front of the bench and he is telling me to lick her pussy. I am not sure who she is, or where she came from but I do not hesitate. My nerve is buried recondite within her pussy. My mouth pulling at her clit as my knife runs over it again and again. The coolness of the air as I breathe against her. It does not take up long before her ramification are shaking and she is moaning. I want to look for him, I like to follow 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 moan, her hands in my hair pulling my face finisher, deeper into her. I suck her, deeply. Push my natural language 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 glossa pushing into his ass while he goes deep into her. I suck his mother fucker as if it was her clit. My knife running over it, back and forth across it. Just as I hear that 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 backtalk. Cleaning him up, tasting the fluids of both of them together on him. She asks if she is next. I lick and suck on him while he decides. Slowly, softly circling the tip of his cock and then brushing my knife lightly over his formal and thigh to get every last fall of it. He pushes my head into her to scavenge her as well.

I start on her thigh and locomote 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 write it for last. I circle over her twat moving slowly to the midpoint. Making sure to spend a little more attention on her ass before I move to her clit. I hear professional moaning behind us. I know he is watching so I want to make sure he gets a good display. As she is moaning and groaning, telling me I am a"good girl"I am again pulled back.

Master is pushing a ball gag into my backtalk. He secures it my head and then I go back to rubbing it against her, her hands guiding me back to her pussy. passkey wants to restrict her pleasure, but he still wants to see us play. The clod gag keeps her aroused but it doesn't allow for the gratification she wants. She is starting to beg headmaster, she wants to orgasm. He says no. I just go along going while she continues to pout and beg and he enjoys the mo.

He taps me with his ft and tells me to go to my room. I leave, the gag still in place. I can find out them moving around downstairs. I just wait. Soon he comes up. He takes the gag and wants me to blow him off one more clock time. I do. He tells me I pleased him. I wonder who was flogging me, pouring wax on me but I know secure than to question him. Was it him or her ? Master gets up, lock my threshold as he leaves without another tidings .