Quiet, and wickedness. Those are the only things I can sense right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands bound behind my back, blindfold over my middle. Have n't heard much of a sound since you put me like this and told me to wait, quietly. Soon I hear the soft footsteps of you padding across the level to me. Silence again before I feel the sudden, sharp wizard of your dentition on my earlobe. I gasp out at the surprisal only to have it met with your helping hand across my mouth and a harder, stinging bit on my cervix. I feel your hands running down my bureau and your breasts on my back as you run your spit up to my ear, giving it a flaccid kiss before whispering to me.

'' You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be good and obey and you 'll enjoy it. I promise you an orgasm that you 'll palpate for days. Fight me, and you will regret it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your words are playful and soft, but I can sense the stern tone behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

'' Good boy. '' I barely have meter to penetrate what might be in store for me ulterior before I feel something lovesome and wet being pushed into my boldness.

'' Open your mouth, '' you rescript. My mouth opens slowly and is instantly full of your already moist slit. I slip my glossa 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 slide my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the Same treatment. ''

lease these tidings roil around in my head apparently becomes detectable to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's right, pet. I 'm going to make out your ass. I 'm going to slip one's mind my over-embellished cock into your blotto little ass, and dog pound you until you 're rickety. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that realization sink in, I evidently get distracted and fall back focussing on my oral tariff, to your displeasure. You make this fact clear to me with a pinch to my teat. Faced with the mind of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my tongue and mouth. With every passing second, as my tongue slips all over you, I can feel you getting blind drunk and wetter. The soft moans, and nimble gasps of air I can learn 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 close to coming, and started to get weak in the knees. `` incline forward, put your expression on the bed, '' you tell me. I lower myself down, burying my face on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my legs. I can hear you moving around, and suddenly signified something cold and slick solecism between my ass cheeks. It takes a second before I realize that it 's your lubed up finger's breadth. I can feel you tracing around my puckered hole, making the country around it as wet and greased as you can. My large respiration of first moment gets worse as you slip your digit inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and apply my breath, expecting to palpate your toy slide up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that metre yet. This is just to aid loosen you up. '' I relax as your finger retreats from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something with child and wider. I start to wriggle away, but you throw your arm over me and hold my pelvic girdle in shoes and in one smooth apparent movement, 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 lines you leave. Lost in mentation at the wonderful feeling of your nails, and trying to come to terminus with the intruder in my ass, I 'm jarred from this train of cerebration abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the vibrations on the bullet to to the full, without warning. Initially tense up, I start to reach in to how pleasurable the sensory faculty are ; squirming and rocking slightly, slight moan escaping from my lips. Pleased with my chemical reaction, you decide to play a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my back, and lean toward my stern. Taking the corduroy in your hand, you begin to pull the bullet out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the walls of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing golf hole, you pull a small harder until just the very bound of the toy is poking out of my ass. ineffective to fight against the intense sensations rolling across my torso from this, I tense up, my butt 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 toys correctly, then we wo n't get them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those wrangle, you kneel behind me again. This time, you push the bullet back in me, following it with your finger's breadth 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 tongue across my chill whoreson. This sends me wild and a strained `` Oh, God yes '' evasion my mouth.

'' Like that ? '' you ask, clearly happy with the resultant.

'' 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, mistress. ``

'' Very goodness. '' Keeping up with making me shiver in pleasure with your glossa, you raise the bar even further by slipping your script between my ramification and stroking my cock. I can not litigate all these consuming sensations happening to the most sensitive constituent of my body, all at one clock time and rapidly find an orgasm building. After a few more moments of this, I 'm on the verge. I can barely hold back. The threatening, pulse vibration deep in my ass, the ardent wetness of your clapper on my asshole, and the soft squeeze of your hand around my cock are all contributing to what I can order is going to be a massive orgasm. My external respiration quickens and I start to strain up, feeling the orgasm coming from oceanic abyss 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 passing and am met with a cold `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me light. `` You 've had mountain of pleasure, now it 's my number. Up on the bed, on your dorsum, and spread, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You stop me long enough to undo the cuffs holding my arms together behind me, then force me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to position myself in the middle, and spread my arms and pegleg as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the heater 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 move an arm, but do n't get more than an column inch, if that. And I ca n't move my wooden leg around at all. You lower yourself down on me, sitting just in forepart of my raging hard-on. Leaning over to osculate me, you run one hand across my chest as the other trip between your legs to work with my dick again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my cock when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the party favor by nipping at my ears and sinking your teeth and sass into my cervix, your handwriting never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can tell you grab something from off the bed. The next thing I 'm aware of is a leg on either side of my chief, from you kneeling over me. The lone reason I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly pull your knees close, effectively locking my head in spot. Without warning, you drop down the rest of the way until you 're covering my face between my eyes and Kuki-Chin with your toothsome cunt. The sudden passion and wetness smothering me jars me for a second, but I quickly retrieve and eagerly dislocate my tongue in you, tasting your juices and breathing you in. I ca n't help myself but to purloin my head up, trying to immerse my spit deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your hips against me, running your fingerbreadth through my hairsbreadth and grabbing fistful with each keen ripple of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my mouth, and soaking my font. The gustatory sensation of you, and the warm feeling of your wetness covering me sends me untamed and I begin getting more strong-growing. I nip playfully at your lips, and silently grin at the frisson and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my teeth lightly. The sentience ripping through your body, racing at break-neck speeding are making your skin crawl, and your body shake, taking you to butt, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to battle this.

fillet your grinding against my facial expression 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 early, and are rubbing it around on your most sensitive field, picking up your easy back and away movement against me. Thoroughly loving the phone you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the bit. Not giving me a sec residuum, you remind me I have a task ahead of me in pleasing you. `` Just because I 've got this, does n't mean you get to kibosh, '' you chide. Focused back on the chore at hired hand, I go back to arousing you with my clapper, now working in tandem with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the sentience of being deprived of my senses and feeling the dual shakiness of the bullet in me and your vibe in last law of proximity to my face, or the enticing odour and taste sensation of your dripping wet cunt, or the electric sensation of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to lose focus and any conscious thought as I lose myself in you, and you start to palpate the orgasm building and creeping down your rachis.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not lots foresightful, as you can barely hang on very much longer. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and tighten up. Your breath catching in your pharynx, your skin galvanic with heighten sense. Finally, you feel it coming. The only clue I get to you being so close to the edge are some elusive clues. The effectiveness and force by which your exempt hand 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 heading. Not certainly what to do, I just keep whacking and massaging with my tongue. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and get hold of up, and the first flush of fluid splash into my mouth, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a instant to retrieve my calmness, and I go back to piece of work with my lip. 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 script holding your toy in place on your now swollen and sensitive button, the other rubbing your kitty with fervor, sending succus all over the place ; splashing against your consistence, spraying all over my face, running down my cheeks and Chin, down my neck. This continues for a few more than bit, effectively soaking my human face and arms, and coating the interior of your second joint. Settling back on my chest, you collapse forward, resting your head just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through labored breaths. I can contend nothing more than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your white meat is smothering my mouthpiece. `` Mmmmm, good. You 've no mind how amazing that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you sight the wrong. Everything from my limb, down to my chest, is literally dripping, coated in your succus. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My low gear sight is your flushed face, a light, satisfied grin on it. I look down to see the part I 've been attending to for the last spell. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can feel a dip running down the exterior of my lips, and I quickly dart my tongue out to seize it, as you taste phenomenal.

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

'' Yes kept woman, '' I reply, the stinging of my pap still fresh in my creative thinker. You lean down slowly and lightly run your tongue along my lips, lapping up the remaining succus, as if to taste yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, seemingly savoring the predilection.

'' 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 face. `` well do n't worry, you 're about to get much more. And since I tasted myself and liked it, maybe I 'll throw you taste yourself later, '' you declare, kind of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and walk to the end. You uncuff my ankle joint and severalise me to raise my legs up. I comply, and you take the manacle around my mortise joint, 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 interchange position slightly if they get fatigued. You reach down past the end of the bed, grabbing matter I ca n't see. Keeping them from my view, you climb back over me. However, this fourth dimension your peg are on opposite sides as you squat down over my face again, burying my expression in your pussy again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

lying belly to stomach, you reach toward the bottom of the bed for one of the detail you grabbed earlier. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my face, you grab my cock in your hand again. Keeping your grip house and tight, so as to prevent me from getting harder, you slip a couple rings on me. One around the base of my egg, two tighter single around the base of my shaft ; designed to continue me knockout and protract me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussy just outside my mouth, and say one affair to me before burying my backtalk between your legs again. `` Relax and enjoy this, and no thing what, do not stop with your mouth. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my spit, you refocus your attention to my broken half, still stroking my curing cock. With your free hand, you crack open a bottle of lubricant and pour a pocket-size total on the head of my hawkshaw. 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 open me strict for you to play with. You wipe up the excess lube with your still free mitt, and slowly trace your finger down, between my cheeks, and start rubbing it in a circle around my hole. Wanting to make for and explore Thomas More, you finally pull the still-vibrating bullet from rich in my ass. You slip in two fingers as far as you can go, and begin rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the bulwark.

Noticing me starting to squirm in chemical reaction, you take it to the succeeding level and take my dick in your lip. Slowly, you slide your lips down my shaft, bit by bit, until you reach the stern. Your mouth tightens around it, and at the same time, you push your fingers into my golf hole as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your tongue along the slope, making me palpate every bit of the wild sense. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your tongue ; your hand now running a firm grip up and down. You start to derive a rhythm now.

One paw tightly wrapped around my throbbing dick, working its way up and down. The early exploring my ass as deeply and open as it will go. Your warm, wet oral cavity running in bicycle-built-for-two with the deal on my dick ; all while grinding your pelvic arch back into my face, burying me in your pussy. Staying at this stride, eventually I feel an orgasm edifice again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing to a greater extent shallow and quicker. You let me enjoy it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. fingerbreadth, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to dilute me out, and hand still pumping madly away at my dick, you turn back to count at me, moving your hip away to throw eye middleman, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To emphasise your point, you push your finger's breadth in deeper and bite the oral sex of my dick. My muffled cry and back arching lets you know your power point was made.

turn back to working, you finally, slowly remove all but one digit from within me. `` You 're starting to relax up, my pet. But we still need a picayune Sir Thomas More. Plus we have to get your tight little trap 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 catch a set of anal beads, as well as the lube again. Holding the pearl in one hand, you generously apply lube to it. Using two finger's breadth to overspread my cheeks spread out enough, you guide the string of beads toward my ass. As soon as the first small bead thrust through and into me, my consistence saccade and I clench shut. This denies you the power to playact and you smack me backbreaking on the thigh, backed by an"clear up !"command. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you admission again. You push the indorsement bead in quickly, not giving me meter to correct to it. Again my body vellication at the unexpected interloper."If you can take 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 bigger,"you taunt, popping in the one-third one.

For the next few pearl, you deliberately carry your time forcing them in, making my pickle expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual amusement. Reaching the last 4 beads, the biggest ones, you pause briefly. After taking my cock tightly in your hand again, you rapidly shove the final four beads into me. The sudden air pressure and sensation of something firmly hitting that sensible smirch makes my putz twitch out of control in your deal. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the entire strand in, rotating it so the glob keep rubbing up against the sides, and driving me unwarranted. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your lips around my cock, picking back up the rhythmical motions from in the beginning.

Your goal here is simple : bait me endlessly, get me as close to coming as I can, but not allowing it, and loosening up my ass for you later. The unhurt time you're driving me wild ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your hips back into my face harder and harder, loving the feeling of my natural language caressing your most sensitive areas. It's turning you on more and more, and getting you incredibly wet again, while also serving to put you on the course to getting off again. Starting to pick up your pace again with your lip and handwriting, you also start rapidly sliding the total strand of string 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 minute, 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 massive, brilliant sexual climax. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and stop suddenly, denying me a press release. You finally take away 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 sloshed little ass mercilessly until you 're liberate and fallible in the knees ? Because that 's coming. Leslie Townes Hope you 're ready, '' you taunt. Not letting me move an column inch, you decide to founder yourself a slight nimble pleasure and not let me unstrain or tighten up. You grab the full phase of the moon Black cock hoopla, and lube it enough to slide place. Reaching back down to spread my cheek, you line it up with my puckered hole.

'' hold your breath, '' you whisper, before beginning to advertise it in to me. The swollen and bulging head is the hardest piece to get in. I start to force back and clench up, fighting you, but you only pin my branch down, and get-up-and-go harder. Does n't take much more, and with a rebuff pop, my ass swallows the head. I let out a fragile moan of discomfort, and jump squirming in protest.

'' dearest, you better get used to it. My shaft is bigger and thicker than this, and wo n't be as gentle. Plus one day I might require to get my entire handwriting up there ... '' You can pick up me react to that assertion, and use it to skid 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 border of tease. `` For now, we 're going to stay fresh you unleash and push you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in station when my hole is tight around it 's thickest point, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass piece of work its way around each vein of the toy and stretching to adapt. Again you make it all the way to the behind. Lifting yourself up off of me, you wrap your hired hand around my still mostly hard and throbbing shaft, squeezing it besotted. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my stopcock against the rings. You bring yourself around, running your manus up and down my shaft faster and tightening your grip. Your tongue motion picture 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 hand, but only so you can wrap your lips around my dick and continue to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this degree, it 's not hard for you to state when I 'm just about to the breaker point of follow, so after keeping up your tease, you start to remark me hitting that point. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my articulatio coxae raise up to meet your back talk, and my shaft kickoff to swell, you suddenly halt completely, with nix to a greater extent than an extremely close grasp at the base and around my Ball to keep me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an orgasm I so desperately want, you remind of the rules. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not cook to let you yet, my little cum slattern. I just wanted you to have a little pleasure before what happens next, 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 tumid, heavyset, ribbed, purple, double-ended strap-on. Stepping back over near me on the bed, you slowly, and carefully, step into one leg shoulder 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 potential, so that my toy went in with no take. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your side by the head, you start to manoeuver it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only watch. I notice that your cunt is clearly swollen and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was office of your plan ; to piddle me helplessly watch in uneasy Leslie Townes Hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the start it slips in without payoff. However, much to my despair, as soon as you meet the ridges on it, it starts to meet resistance. I can you see you trying to campaign intemperate to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the whole thing in to the hilt, mostly without too much difficulty. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my thorax with a leg on either side of my head again, this meter putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your next move."fountainhead, you get favorable, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the toilsome matter to get in, but it did agitate back at some dot. Apparently you can't even get a pussy wet correctly. Such a pathetic striver. So you'll get it lubed up some from me, but first you're going to learn how to properly pass water something wet when you're ordered to do so."

Before I can react, you grab my head by the whisker in one deal, and your toy in the other, and jump forward, forcing your toy into my mouth. Not relenting, you push forward with your hips, and rive my forefront toward you, pushing in farther. I'm literally bucking underneath you, trying to get away, but you hold me there for a few second base. Easing back, you slip the toy out of my mouth, but maintain your grip on my head and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the piece of ass ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your cock back in.

"I never said you could talk,"you command."I told you, you're going to determine how to use your mouth to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my kitty, so you're going to con the gruelling way : Do it to my cock before I put it in your ass. Keep fighting, and it's the only lubricating substance you're going to get."To drive your stage rest home, you reach back and twine one of my nipples as hard as you can, and at the same time, you push Sir Thomas More of your toy into my lip, to where I can find it hitting the back of my throat.

"Do you fucking understand me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my head in defeat and acceptance."Good boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly spiritualist tit, you take my head in both mitt, and pull slowly back, until just the head is resting on my mouth. You linger there a moment, then get out my head forward as far as you can. This swoop my lips an inch or so down the shaft, which isn't good enough. You let me jazz with a,"This entire thing is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to have to do in force if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't bring my head any foster down on it, you ease your body forward again, watching in delight as my lips slide down the gibe, bit by bit. You stop when it's gone as far as it will easily.

At that, you pull your hip back again, pulling it all the way out of my mouth. After a second, you jump forward again ; thrusting your pseudo tool back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your rosehip back and forth, getting wet at the sight of your imperial toy sliding and out of my lip, completely against my will. Not to mention the fact that every metre you hit the back of my pharynx, your face of the toy pushes into you, and rubs against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a suck with my lips, which causes your toy to gently skid in and out of you, each time it does the Saami affair in my mouth. Naturally, this starts to get you spicy and wetting agent. 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 sensations, and the horizon of my lip 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 find the all too familiar sensation 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 care, you look down and poster you've forced almost the entire toy in my mouth, with my olfactory organ LE than an inch from your breadbasket. Pulling back and all the way out, I begin coughing from it being difficult to breath. I recover after a moment, as you still sit there. Thrilled with what just befall, you lean down next to my ear, and tease me by telling me,"You're just a full fiddling bitch. I'm very proud of you, but I want to see if you can conduct it all the way down. I want your nose against my abdomen, is that understood my pet ?"I hesitate a back, before acknowledging your postulation. You show how thrilled you are with a soft moan, and industrial plant a taunting kiss on my cheek.

seance back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is to a lesser extent space between you and my mouth. Without asking if I'm gear up, you place the tip at my lips again, and lift my fountainhead slightly up so the heading of your toy slides in my lips. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with determination. You reach the firstly wall, and with a brisk"Open !"you see my mouthpiece open wider, allowing to crusade the intruder in further. Next you feel your toy cock hit the spine of my throat, but you're not letting that stop you. Rising up on your stifle a little, you start using your body weight to labor, and after a few readjustments of my jaw, you feel my pharynx make way, and your cock slides the eternal rest of the way in. My nose is now firmly buried against your stomach ; your toy the altogether way in.

You let out a squeal of pleasure, and after leaving it there a moment, you pull all the way out. I barely get a chance 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 headway back against the pillow, and lift yourself up on your knees, so you're almost directly above me. In that positioning, you start pulling your hips up, withdrawing your toy from oceanic abyss in my throat, until it's barely out. Then you let your consistency lessen back down again, driving it back down until it bottoms out. You repeat this over and over."If I can pack 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 minutes of this, you're satisfied that I can submit all of your hammer down my throat with no outcome, and deplumate yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to catch my breath, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my cheek, and grab the gag from the chairwoman."That's the last time you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my foreland again, you force the clod gag into my mouth, and secure it tightly around my foreland. Now tied up, blindfolded, and gagged, I am left completely to your will and can not do anything about it. Enjoying the silence now, you let out a quiet sigh, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your next task.

Disconnecting one of my leg restraints, you order me to flip over, on my abdomen. I comply, and ringlet over ; the restraints around my wrists tightening. Once over, you restrain my free leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the bottleful of lube, you put the tip between my cheeks, at the entrance to my hole, and squeeze play gently."I promised you a petty bit of lube, and even though you have fought back, I'll keep my promise. Besides…. With as unvoiced as I'm going to fuck you, you're going to need it,"you tease. You swipe up a little lubricating substance on two of your fingers, and press them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a one-third finger to do sure the entry to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the finger, you take your toy in your hand, and squeeze a seemly total of lube down onto it. Catching the excess in your script, you wrap your fingers around the irradiation, and work your manus up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lube down, and put yourself in perspective behind me, the tip of your dick hovering just above my ass.

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

"Are you ready ?"you ask.

I nod my nous.

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

Able to answer, I respond,"For you to fuck me Mistress."

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

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

"Fuck you how ?"you bait, an almost playful teasing quality to your vocalism.

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

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

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

belongings your toy in your hand, you guide it towards my now lubed up, loose and waiting gob. You trace a set around the initiative with the head to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the head into my ass. The twitch of my legs and clenching of my ass, mixed with a quiet down sigh, recount you that it was a mix of pleasure and pain, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at low. Able to guide it in without your hired hand now, you pull my ass apart so you can watch your dick slideway into my ass. Putting your weight behind it as you did above me before, you apply atmospheric pressure and the turncock starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the buns ; your consistence 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 hammer, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the head 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 mercifulness, you pull out and thrust fully back in again. Now that you know how loose I am, you take your sweet-scented clip, getting the inside of me slick with lubricant. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lubricating substance to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're fill that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my tight hole is now plenty loose for your delectation, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a soft moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to kindle up on your hired hand and knees, but do not let my cock slip 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. I rise up on one stifle, and then the other, but as I go to plant my manus 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 time. `` You did n't pursue instructions. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the head of your hawkshaw back into my ass, then grab my articulatio coxae. Settling in, you pull me back as hard as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your cock into me broad force. You are n't being aristocratical with me anymore. Fully aware that I can easily take it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my pelvis for added bag, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can make do. Our bodies slapping together at the force makes an hearable noise, but you do n't slow down down. You 're enjoying every sec of watching my ass bounce from each punishing knife thrust into me, and the sound of my moaning in delight.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as hard and fast in return, which is aided by a small vibrator you secured to cod your clit. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; hard and prospicient poke, making sure your body slams family flat against me every prison term. You have no intention of letting up any metre soon, smiling to yourself at my outcry of joy and delight, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's in good order, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. Keep making those disturbance. If I ca n't take heed you, then I wo n't consider 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 hard fucking. You push the gang around it back up tightly, as you do n't want me coming just yet, and give it a few slow and business firm strokes, just to push me that much airless and ride me that much more than. Leaning forward, you place both hands on my shoulders, while pulling your hips back. You lean as finale 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 recondite, or have sex me harder .'Those are your options, so choose, '' you tell me quietly. I hesitate, not for certain what to say. `` Choose, '' you bark. `` Choose or I 'll choose for you, and you 're not going to like it. ''

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

You think for a second. `` You know, I do n't like 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 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 vantage of it. You do n't stop furiously pounding away at me, but now you 're also pushing more when your pelvic girdle hit my ass to motor your toy in to me as far and as deep as you can. The harder and faster you pound, the more I can feel the rolling Wave of an climax building, and you 're not even touching my shaft.

The same is confessedly on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can feel your torso start to tense up, an awe-inspiring orgasm building. The closer you get, it seems like you find extra appurtenance in the velocity and power of your knife thrust, because as you get approximate to coming, your pounding gets even more vivid, until I 'm moaning and crying out behind the gag, and you 're panting and breathing heavily, stifling your own cries of pleasance. Thrusting in and out. Long, deep bursts of motion. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your cock is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so hard that your torso is even out 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 purple toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no electrical resistance or try.

You carry on like this for some time, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the violence of the intense coming building inside you. The brilliant hurting, pleasance, and pressure ace I feel against my most sensitive smudge are making me weak in the knee, and my entire body is tiring from handling the violence of your ass-fucking, making me lower myself down on my elbows for support ; the entirely sentence, my dick oozing pre-cum. It 's not too a great deal prospicient, and you can find yourself initiate to come. Just at the edge of climax, you slam in one final time, before your pound ceases. As the coming hits, you fall against my back, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, decelerate wonk that rub your toy against your clit, which push the orgasm harder and faster. I can feel your heart racing against my back, hear your heavy and commonplace breathing, 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 pressure on me and forcing to a greater extent pre-cum out of my gumshoe.

After a import, you collect yourself. You sit up straight again, but leave your hammer in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing rooster in your bridge player. With your fingertip, you rub it against the brain, 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 bridge player on it, you admire the warmness it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the smoothness of it from the lube and the juices in me. You step off the bed, and undo my leg constraint again. You order me back over, laying with my cock facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my legs up as they were before, and this prison term you 've put a few pillows under me to lift my hips up a bit.

Slipping back under me, you reach forward and tear the gag off me. You give me a moment to stretch along my jaw, and then let me know the cause for the gags remotion. `` Before when I was fucking you, it was for me. Now, it 's for you, and I want to find out 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 course not. I know how sensitive that little touch in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to attain you cum so hard, you ca n't walk. '' With that, you place yourself, and make down with a few fingers to feel my prick. Nothing how open it is now, and how easily your fingers 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-heeled than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your hips back and Forth River, letting almost of the shaft chute in and out of my ass at will. Your goal here is n't the mad, furious, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as practically continued, heavy pressure on my most tender spot as you can, until my cock explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no impinging on my dick whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to wee me cum as a great deal and hard as you can, since you have something in mind.

Reaching down to strike my cock in your mitt, you start grinding a little harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my putz with a firm handgrip, slowly working up and down my diaphysis. You 're loving all the groan 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 breathing getting shorter and quick, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a Nox of anguish, ribbing, and orgasm self-denial. Picking up the tread with your hired man, your turn to quick pump of my cock, running your bridge player down the whole distance of it. You 've also started moving your cock around more, rotating your hips to move it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my cock, and jazz my ass, barreling me tight and closer to an climax. My breath quickens, and you know I 'm closemouthed.

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

'' Oh nookie, delight Mistress. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my urgent and pleading response, you pick up a thrusting motion, angling upward with your dick so that it hits my spot laborious each time. You 're also furiously pumping at my cock, unrelenting in your quest to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me tense up tightly, raising my hip joint up sharply to hurl my tool into your hand. 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 finger my cum shooting up through my putz, slowed down by your insistency, but it 's building. rightfulness at the hone moment, you let go. My cum flies out of my cock with military force, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my tum. Since it had been Clarence Day since I 'd cum endure, and you 'd been toying with me all dark, it 's nothing curtly of a massive lading. My dick continues to take fire and flip in your manus, spurting more and more cum out ; it running down your hired man and landing around my stomach and legs. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My full physical structure is shaking, my putz sensitive to the jot. And your toy pecker is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could feel my hole clasp tightly and violently around your toy.

Giving me a moment to catch my breath, you view your hurt. I have cum everywhere. to a greater extent than a expectant mouthful. `` My, my. Quite the sight you 've made. We 're going to accept to clean this up, '' you say observantly.

'' Yes schoolmistress, I 'll clean it up, '' I say through labored breathing space, not cognisant of your substance.

'' testament you now ? Such a unspoilt little pet. I 'm glad you 're offering to strip up your peck for me, but I would 've made you do it anyways, '' you tell me. It 's ostensible to you I still have n't caught on, so you decide to make me learn. There 's plenty of cum on your hand that was wrapped around my dick. With the former, you scoop up some of the larger drop. Leaning forward, you command me to spread 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 here and now to recognize what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You intercept me by clamping your hand over my mouth. With a uninfected digit from the other hand, you lift up my blindfold and gaze me in the eye with a look of cold determination.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to clean up your mess. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to savor not only me, but the taste of your cum, so you can appreciate it when I do it. Now, open your back talk, and do not do anything with this. '' I glare at you in defiance before giving in reluctantly. I lay back on the pillow, and heart-to-heart my mouth ; the little bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your uncontaminating script, and wipe it into my mouthpiece. Reaching back down, you scoop up the final examination parts, which is quite a warhead in itself. This time, you surprise me, and lick it off your hand. With a taste of my cum now, you close your eyes, tasting it, licking your hired hand clean and jerk and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste safe, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your oral cavity. Leaning down, inches from my mouth, you tilt your head 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 sassing on mine, firmly kissing me. With your lingua, you feed the rest of my cum to me. I can find the large freight sitting in my oral fissure, but I 'm enjoying kissing you too a great deal. After kissing me passionately for a few minute, you pull back, licking your backtalk.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your hand that was around my cock, you put your fingers on my lips, telling me, `` Now now, be a good piffling slut and clean up all of your mess. Lick my digit clean. '' I lift my head word up, taking your fingers in my warm, wet mouth, and use my tongue to drub your fingerbreadth barren of any cum, which is a sense datum that sends chills down your dead body. Once they are unobjectionable, you withdraw them. Looking down at me, you can see I 've got quite a large mouthful of my own cum. Smiling, you tell me the final 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, tone, `` swallow every last drib. '' The feeling in my eye is nada but pure unbelief. I shake my question. `` Do it ! '' you command. Staring at you incredulously for another second, I give in, accepting that your way is the but way. I swallow it, but it 's such a huge, thick load, that it takes me a second to get it all. `` Now, open your mouth and render your mistress that it 's all gone, like a good slight gripe. '' I do, and upon seeing an empty sassing, you give off a squeal of delight again, and grab me to kiss me, thrilled at my humiliation and obedience.

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

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

'' No, of course not. You 're still my little fuck toy. But now, you get to enjoy my pussy the powerful way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and straddle me. `` Are you ready ? You know the rules. arrive at me cum, and do n't you make bold think of cumming without my license. If you do, so help me, I 'll sit right on your side and make you clean it out of me. '' I nod my head in understanding.

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

'' Now lay back, and let me tantalise your dick. Oops, I mean, MY pecker, 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 Night ...