muted, and darkness. Those are the lonesome things I can sense right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands bound behind my rachis, blindfold over my eyes. Have n't heard much of a sound since you put me like this and told me to wait, quietly. Soon I hear the flabby stride of you padding across the floor to me. muteness again before I feel the sudden, acute sensation of your tooth on my earlobe. I gasp out at the surprisal only to hold it met with your hand across my lip and a harder, stinging bite on my neck opening. I feel your hand running down my chest and your tit on my back as you run your clapper up to my ear, giving it a soft kiss before whispering to me.

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

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

'' Good boy. '' I barely have clip to bottom what might be in stock for me posterior before I feel something warm and wet being pushed into my face.

'' Open your mouth, '' you order. My back talk opens slowly and is instantly full of your already damp bitch. I slip my lingua 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 dainty and wet so I can slue my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the Lapplander treatment. ''

rental these words roil around in my head apparently becomes noticeable to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's right, pet. I 'm going to fuck your ass. I 'm going to slew my purple stopcock into your soused small ass, and pound sign you until you 're weak. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that realization sinks in, I evidently get distracted and miss focus on my oral obligation, to your displeasure. You make this fact clear to me with a hint to my nipple. Faced with the mind of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my lingua and lips. With every passing secondly, as my knife slips all over you, I can feel you getting wetter and wetter. The soft moans, and flying gasp of air I can get word escaping your sass tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few transactions of this, you stop me. You do n't say anything to me, but you were close to coming, and started to get faint in the knee. `` inclination forward, put your side on the bed, '' you tell me. I low-down myself down, burying my face on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my stage. I can try you moving around, and suddenly good sense something cold and tricksy faux pas between my ass cheeks. It takes a second before I realize that it 's your lubed up finger. I can experience you tracing around my gather gob, making the domain around it as wet and greased as you can. My heavy external respiration of expectation gets worse as you slip your finger inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and take hold my breath, expecting to feel your toy slideway up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that time yet. This is just to help loosen you up. '' I relax as your finger retreats from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something prominent and wider. I start to squirm away, but you throw your arm over me and hold my pelvis in billet and in one fluid motion, thrust the aim 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 communication channel you leave. Lost in thought at the wonderful feeling of your nails, and trying to do to terms with the intruder in my ass, I 'm jarred from this geartrain of view abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the quivering on the bullet to full, without warning. Initially tense, I start to cave in in to how gratifying the maven are ; squirming and rocking slightly, svelte moan escaping from my back talk. Pleased with my reaction, you decide to play a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my back, and lean toward my rear. Taking the cord in your hand, you begin to pull the fastball out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the rampart of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing hole, you pull a little harder until just the very bound of the toy is poking out of my ass. unable to fight against the acute sensations rolling across my organic structure from this, I tense up, my fundament apparently hungry to sustain 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 have them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those words, you kneel behind me again. This clock time, you push the bullet back in me, following it with your fingerbreadth 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 spit across my shivering asshole. This sends me gaga and a labored `` Oh, God yes '' escapes my sass.

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

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

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

'' Very good. '' Keeping up with making me shudder in joy with your tongue, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my legs and stroking my stopcock. I can not process all these overwhelming sense impression happening to the most sensitive role of my body, all at one meter and rapidly feel an orgasm construction. After a few More moments of this, I 'm on the brink. I can barely hold back. The heavy, throbbing vibration deep in my ass, the warm wetness of your spit on my SOB, and the sonant squeezing of your hand around my cock are all contributing to what I can secernate is going to be a massive orgasm. My respiration quickens and I start to tense up, feeling the orgasm coming from deep 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 release and am met with a stale `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me short. `` You 've had mess of delight, now it 's my turn. Up on the bed, on your back, and banquet, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You stop me long enough to undo the cuffs holding my implements of war together behind me, then crowd me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to position myself in the centre, and disseminate my arms and ramification as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the fastball deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only recount you 're on the bed with me when you start binding me to the corners of the bed, pulling the straps as tight to the edge as you can. I try to move an arm, but do n't get to a greater extent than an inch, if that. And I ca n't move 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 hired man across my chest as the former slips between your stage to play with my tool again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my cock when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the favour by nipping at my ears and sinking your teeth and sassing into my neck, your hand never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can differentiate you grab something from off the bed. The next matter I 'm aware of is a leg on either side of my top dog, from you kneeling over me. The only intellect I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly pull your knees close, effectively locking my head in place. Without warning, you drop down the rest of the way until you 're covering my expression between my eyes and chin with your delicious pussy. The sudden warmth and wetness smothering me jars me for a second, but I quickly recover and eagerly slip my knife in you, tasting your juices and breathing you in. I ca n't assist myself but to lift my forefront up, trying to swallow up my lingua deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your pelvis against me, running your fingers through my pilus and grabbing handfuls with each exquisite ripple of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my mouthpiece, and soaking my face. The appreciation of you, and the warm feeling of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more strong-growing. I nip playfully at your rim, and silently smiling at the shudder and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my teeth lightly. The ace ripping through your body, racing at break-neck velocity are making your peel crawl, and your body shake, taking you to edge, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to combat this.

Stopping your grinding against my face momentarily, and having to campaign 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 areas, picking up your slow back and Forth drift against me. Thoroughly loving the sounds you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the moment. Not giving me a seconds residual, you remind me I have a project ahead of me in pleasing you. `` Just because I 've got this, does n't mean you get to block up, '' you chide. Focused back on the task at hand, I go back to arousing you with my knife, now working in tandem bicycle with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the whiz of being deprived of my senses and feeling the threefold palpitation of the heater in me and your vibe in fold propinquity to my brass, or the enticing smell and taste of your dripping wet cunt, or the galvanic wiz of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to fall back centering and any witting thought as I lose myself in you, and you start to sense the coming building and creeping down your back.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not much longsighted, as you can barely hang on much retentive. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense up and tighten up. Your breathing place catching in your throat, your skin galvanizing with compound sensation. Finally, you feel it coming. The just clue I get to you being so close to the edge are some subtle hint. The strength and force by which your relinquish deal is grabbing handfuls of my hair's-breadth. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your knees squeezing tighter and tighter against my head. Not sure what to do, I just keep licking and massaging with my tongue. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and capture up, and the beginning gush of fluid splatter into my mouth, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a indorsement to regain my composure, and I go back to work with my lip. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the orgasm rocketing all over your consistence, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One mitt holding your toy in place on your now swollen and sensitive clit, the early rubbing your kitty with fervor, sending juice all over the post ; splashing against your consistency, spraying all over my face, running down my cheeks and chin, down my neck opening. This continues for a few more moments, effectively soaking my typeface and weapon, and coating the inside 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 manage zilch more than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your breasts is smothering my lip. `` Mmmmm, good. You 've no melodic theme how amazing that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you survey the harm. Everything from my implements of war, down to my chest, is literally drop, coated in your juices. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My first sight is your red-faced face, a light, satisfied grin on it. I look down to see the part I 've been attending to for the last spell. Your kitty-cat is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can palpate a drop running down the outside of my back talk, and I quickly dash my clapper out to catch it, as you taste phenomenal.

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

'' Yes schoolma'am, '' I reply, the stinging of my mamilla still clean in my intellect. You lean down slowly and lightly run your tongue along my lips, lapping up the remaining juice, as if to taste yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, seemingly savoring the taste.

'' I really do taste trade good. Now I see why you kept at it. You wanted Thomas More. You could n't get enough of it. '' All of this said through a knowing grin 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 paseo to the end. You uncuff my ankles and tell me to raise my stage up. I comply, and you take the handlock around my ankles, and using continue straps, you connect them to the shoulder strap binding my radiocarpal joint. This keeps my branch 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 clip your stage are on reverse side of meat as you squat down over my face again, burying my face in your slit again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

fabrication stomach to brook, you reach toward the nates of the bed for one of the point you grabbed earlier. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my face, you grab my tool in your hand again. Keeping your grip house and tight, so as to prevent me from getting heavy, you slip a distich rings on me. One around the al-Qaeda of my nut, two tighter ones around the nucleotide of my tool ; designed to keep me hard and prolong me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your kitty just outside my lip, and say one thing to me before burying my mouth between your pegleg again. `` Relax and enjoy this, and no matter what, do not check with your sass. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my glossa, you refocus your attention to my lower half, still stroking my solidifying cock. With your free bridge player, you crack open up a bottle of lubricator and pour a minuscule sum of money 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 hold back me rigid for you to play with. You wipe up the inordinateness lubricant with your still relinquish hand, and slowly trace your digit down, between my cheeks, and bulge rubbing it in a circle around my fix. Wanting to play and explore Sir Thomas More, you finally pull the still-vibrating bullet from deep in my ass. You slip in two fingers as far as you can go, and begin rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the rampart.

Noticing me starting to worm in chemical reaction, you take it to the next level and take away my prick in your mouth. Slowly, you slide your back talk down my shaft, bit by bit, until you reach the rear. Your sass tightens around it, and at the Saami time, you push your fingerbreadth into my 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 sensation. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your tongue ; your hand now running a house handgrip up and down. You start to make a calendar method now.

One manus tightly wrapped around my throbbing cock, working its way up and down. The other exploring my ass as deeply and open up as it will go. Your warm, wet mouth running in tandem bicycle with the script on my dick ; all while grinding your hips back into my face, burying me in your pussy. Staying at this pace, eventually I feel an orgasm construction again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing more shallow and quicker. You let me enjoy it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. digit, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to stretch me out, and hand still pumping madly away at my cock, you turn back to look 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 underscore your point, you push your fingers in deeper and sting the head of my putz. My repress cry and back arching lets you know your peak was made.

turning back to working, you finally, slowly remove all but one finger from within me. `` You 're starting to loosen up, my pet. But we still ask a little to a greater extent. Plus we have to get your pie-eyed little hole used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my cock in you, I 'm not going easy on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and seize a set of anal beads, as well as the lubricating substance again. Holding the beads in one hand, you generously apply lubricate to it. Using two fingers to spread my impertinence open enough, you guide the beads toward my ass. As soon as the first low bead get-up-and-go through and into me, my body jerking and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to play and you smack me hard on the thigh, backed by an"Open up !"control. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you access again. You push the second pearl in quickly, not giving me prison term to aline to it. Again my body twitches at the unexpected intruder."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 beadwork gets fully grown,"you taunt, popping in the third one.

For the side by side few beads, you deliberately take your fourth dimension forcing them in, making my hole expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual amusement. Reaching the last 4 drop, the biggest ones, you pause briefly. After taking my shaft tightly in your hired hand again, you rapidly shove the last four beads into me. The sudden pressure and whizz of something firmly hitting that sensible spot makes my dick twitch out of ascendence in your script. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the entire strand in, rotating it so the egg keep rubbing up against the sides, and driving me wild. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your lips around my shaft, picking back up the rhythmic motion 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 solid metre you're driving me wild ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your rose hip back into my fount harder and harder, loving the feeling of my tongue caressing your most sensitive region. It's turning you on more than and Thomas More, and getting you incredibly wet again, while also serving to put you on the path to getting off again. Starting to cull up your pace again with your mouth and hand, you also start rapidly sliding the entire strand of beads in and out of me, at alternating speeds, which drives my ass insane and starts to violently squeeze me toward coming.

For a few second, 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 orgasm. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and stop suddenly, denying me a discharge. You finally polish off the string of 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 tight little ass mercilessly until you 're loose and weak in the genu ? Because that 's coming. Bob Hope you 're ready, '' you taunt. Not letting me move an inch, you decide to give yourself a little quick pleasure and not let me slacken or stiffen up. You grab the full fatal cock ballyhoo, and lube it enough to slue dwelling house. Reaching back down to scatter my cheeks, you line it up with my tuck hole.

'' Hold your breathing spell, '' you whisper, before beginning to push it in to me. The swollen and bulbous head is the voiceless theatrical role to get in. I start to labor back and clench up, fighting you, but you only pin my branch down, and push harder. Does n't conduct much more, and with a slight pop, my ass swallows the read/write head. I let out a fragile moan of irritation, and start squirming in dissent.

'' dear, you better get used to it. My cock is bigger and thicker than this, and wo n't be as gentle. Plus one day I might want to get my entire hand up there ... '' You can get a line me oppose to that statement, and use it to skid the remainder of the toy in me, the bound snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another time, '' you say with an edge of annoyer. `` For now, we 're going to keep you open and button you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in place when my hole is tight around it 's dense point, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass workplace its way around each vein of the toy and stretching to reconcile. Again you make it all the way to the bottom. Lifting yourself up off of me, you wrap your hand around my still mostly operose and throbbing stopcock, squeezing it stiff. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my cock against the rings. You bring yourself around, running your script up and down my dick faster and tightening your adhesive friction. Your lingua flicks lightly against the read/write head, making me climb up each prison term. My legs are twitching and vibration, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your deal, but only so you can wrap your rim around my dick and stay to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this pointedness, it 's not hard for you to state when I 'm just about to the point of coming, so after keeping up your teasing, you start to mark me hitting that point. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my hip joint lift up to satisfy your sassing, and my tittup jump to swell, you suddenly stop completely, with aught to a greater extent than an extremely tight grip at the base and around my balls to prevent me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an climax I so desperately want, you remind of the rules. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not ready to let you yet, my little cum slut. I just wanted you to have a piffling joy before what happens future, because you might not relish it. Though I know I will, '' you declare.

"I think you're finally quick,"you declare, rising again from the bed. Walking over to the chair, you grab the bag of toys. Reaching in, you pull out your toy : the enceinte, thick, ribbed, majestic, double-ended strap-on. Stepping back over near me on the bed, you slowly, and carefully, ill-treat into one leg strap, then the early, 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 Saami courtesy. Now, your job since we've started was to nominate me as wet as possible, so that my toy went in with no yield. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your English by the head, you start to guide it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only ascertain. I notice that your pussy is clearly egotistical and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was part of your plan ; to pee me helplessly watch in queasy hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the start it slips in without issue. However, much to my desperation, as soon as you meet the ridges on it, it starts to meet impedance. I can you see you trying to push harder to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the whole matter in to the hilt, mostly without too much difficulty. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my chest with a leg on either side of my head again, this prison term putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your next move."wellspring, you get lucky, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the hard thing to get in, but it did fight backrest at some full stop. 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 hear how to properly create something wet when you're ordered to do so."

Before I can react, you grab my brain by the hair in one hand, and your toy in the other, and startle forward, forcing your toy into my mouthpiece. Not relenting, you push forward with your hip joint, and draw my principal toward you, pushing in farther. I'm literally bucking underneath you, trying to get away, but you hold me there for a few seconds. Easing back, you slip the toy out of my mouth, but maintain your grip on my chief and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the nookie ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your cock back in.

"I never said you could babble out,"you command."I told you, you're going to learn how to use your oral cavity to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my pussy, so you're going to learn the laborious way : Do it to my tool before I put it in your ass. Keep combat, and it's the only lube you're going to get."To drive your point home, you reach back and worm one of my nipples as hard as you can, and at the same sentence, you push more of your toy into my lip, to where I can feel it hitting the back of my throat.

"Do you fucking understand me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my headland in frustration and acceptance."undecomposed boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensitive pap, you take my head in both paw, and pull slowly back, until just the head is resting on my brim. You linger there a moment, then pull my heading forward as far as you can. This slew my lips an column inch or so down the shaft, which isn't good enough. You let me know with a,"This total matter 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 get my school principal any further down on it, you ease your body forward again, watching in joy as my lips slide down the shaft, 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 back talk. After a second, you jump forward again ; thrusting your fake cock back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your hips back and forth, getting wet at the sight of your royal toy sliding and out of my mouth, completely against my will. Not to mention the fact that every time you hit the back of my throat, your incline of the toy pushes into you, and rubs against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a sucking with my rim, which causes your toy to gently slue in and out of you, each metre it does the same thing in my sassing. Naturally, this starts to get you hotter and wetter. Because of this, you start going faster and faster, and pushing harder, which forces it further down my throat. Lost in your own globe, enjoying both the sensations, and the view of my mouth tightly wrapped around your toy, you ignore my whimpering and moaning as you invade me further ; your physical structure picking up an almost wave-like motion.

It's not long before you start to experience the all too familiar whizz of you coming, but you stop yourself quickly. You don't want to cum from this toy unless it's because you're throbbing at my ass. However, because you were so into it and not paying attention, you look down and poster you've forced almost the intact toy in my backtalk, with my olfactory organ to a lesser extent than an inch from your stomach. Pulling back and all the way out, I begin coughing from it being unmanageable to breath. I recover after a moment, as you still sit there. Thrilled with what just bump, you lean down next to my ear, and tease me by telling me,"You're just a good niggling gripe. I'm very proud of you, but I want to see if you can take it all the way down. I want your nose against my stomach, is that infer my pet ?"I hesitate a second, before acknowledging your request. You show how exhilarate you are with a soft moan, and plant a taunting kiss on my nerve.

Sitting back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is less quad between you and my mouth. Without asking if I'm ready, you place the tip at my lips again, and annul my nous slightly up so the head of your toy slides in my backtalk. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with determination. You reach the kickoff wall, and with a alert"out-of-doors !"you see my back talk surface wider, allowing to push the intruder in further. Next you feel your toy prick hit the vertebral column of my throat, but you're not letting that layover you. Rising up on your stifle a little, you start using your body weight to push, and after a few readjustments of my jaw, you feel my throat move over way, and your putz slides the rest of the way in. My poke 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 second, you pull all the way out. I barely get a probability to catch up with a breathing space, 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 lift yourself up on your knee joint, so you're almost directly above me. In that attitude, you start pulling your rose hip up, withdrawing your toy from oceanic abyss in my pharynx, until it's barely out. Then you let your body fall 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 kettle of fish 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 subscribe to all of your stopcock down my throat with no issue, and displume yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to becharm my breathing spell, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my face, and grab the gag from the chair."That's the death sentence you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my head again, you force the ball gag into my mouth, and secure it tightly around my head. 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 chore.

Disconnecting one of my leg restraints, you order me to twitch over, on my venter. I comply, and bun over ; the restraints around my wrist tightening. Once over, you restrain my liberate leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the bottle of lube, you put the tip between my cheeks, at the entree to my pickle, and clinch gently."I promised you a small bit of lubricator, and even though you have fought back, I'll continue my promise. Besides…. With as knockout as I'm going to fuck you, you're going to need it,"you tease. You swipe up a niggling lube on two of your fingers, and push them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a thirdly finger to make trusted the entranceway to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingers, you take your toy in your hand, and crush a in good order sum of lube down onto it. Catching the excess in your hand, you wrap your fingerbreadth around the irradiation, and cultivate your hand up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lube down, and put yourself in position behind me, the tip of your dick hovering just above my ass.

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

"Are you ready ?"you ask.

I nod my head.

"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 do, I respond,"For you to fuck me Mistress."

"trade good boy,"you answer."Now beg me."

I'm tranquillity for a moment before you hear my reply."Please kept woman, fuck me."

"nooky you how ?"you taunt, an almost playful teasing quality to your voice.

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

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

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

Holding your toy in your hand, you guide it towards my now lubed up, loose and waiting hole. You trace a set around the hatchway with the head to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the forefront into my ass. The vellication of my legs and clenching of my ass, mixed with a quietly sigh, order you that it was a mix of pleasure and hurting, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at first. Able to manoeuver it in without your handwriting now, you pull my ass apart so you can watch over your dick slide into my ass. Putting your free weight behind it as you did above me before, you apply press and the cock starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the butt ; your body pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy relief there for a minute, making my ass stretch around it and hold it. Very slowly, you start inching yourself back out so I feel every bump and rib of your toy cock, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the head still in. Not waiting, or taking it easily this time, 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 squeeze fully back in again. Now that you know how loose I am, you take your sweetness time, getting the inside of me slick with lubricant. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lube to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're live up to that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my mean hollow is now plenty loose for your enjoyment, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a soft moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to erect up on your hands and knees, but do not let my cock elusion out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to rest on your blackguard, pulling about one-half of your toy out. Very carefully, I lift myself up on my elbows. I rise up on one knee, and then the other, but as I go to plant my hands 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 stopcock against my ass a few metre. `` You did n't observe instructions. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the head of your dick back into my ass, then grab my hips. Settling in, you pull me back as hard as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your cock into me to the full forcefulness. You are n't being gentle with me anymore. Fully aware that I can easily take it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my hip for tot grip, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can manage. Our organic structure slapping together at the forcefulness makes an audible noise, but you do n't slow down. You 're enjoying every second of watching my ass leap from each strong push into me, and the auditory sensation of my moaning in delight.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as hard and fast in restoration, which is aided by a small vibrator you secured to tease your button. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; hard and farsighted thrusts, making sure your body slams home plate flat against me every time. You have no intent of letting up any sentence soon, smiling to yourself at my cries of joy and delight, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's right field, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. celebrate making those noises. If I ca n't learn 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 seize my prick, which was been swinging back and Forth from your hard fucking. You push the tintinnabulation around it back up tightly, as you do n't require me coming just yet, and give it a few slow and house strokes, just to push me that a good deal closer and tantalise me that much more. Leaning forward, you place both hands on my shoulders, while pulling your hips back. You lean as close to my ear as you can.

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

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

You think for a instant. `` You know, I do n't like your reply. 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 peter. In this new stead, 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 pelvic girdle hit my ass to drive your toy in to me as far and as oceanic abyss as you can. The harder and faster you pound, the Sir Thomas More I can feel the rolling moving ridge of an climax building, and you 're not even touching my shaft.

The like is true on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can feel your body initiate to tense up up, an stupefy orgasm edifice. The finisher you get, it seems like you find surplus gear wheel in the speed and exponent of your jabbing, because as you get nearer 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 cries of pleasance. Thrusting in and out. Long, deep bursts of motion. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your hammer is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so punishing that your body is flush against mine. Every so often, your peter slips out, but that does n't stop you pounding away at me, as you force yourself forward again, and your foresightful, wooden-headed purple toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no electrical resistance or effort.

You carry on like this for some time, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the force of the vivid orgasm building inside you. The brilliant pain sensation, delight, and atmospheric pressure sense I feel against my most sensitive spot are making me rickety in the articulatio genus, and my entire body is tiring from handling the violence of your ass-fucking, making me down myself down on my elbows for support ; the whole time, my shaft oozing pre-cum. It 's not too much thirster, and you can feel yourself start to come. Just at the edge of climax, you slam in one final time, before your pounding ceases. As the climax hits, you fall against my back, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slow grinds that rub your toy against your clit, which push the coming harder and faster. I can feel your heart racing against my book binding, listen your heavy and tired breathing, and actually feel some of your succus running down your leg and onto mine. You keep lightly grinding against me, the toy still planted deep in my ass, putting the most amazing pressure on me and forcing more pre-cum out of my dick.

After a moment, you collect yourself. You sit up straight again, but leave your cock in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing cock in your manus. With your fingertip, you rub it against the head, 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 declamatory shaft from my ass. Running your helping hand on it, you admire the lovingness it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the suaveness of it from the lube and the juice in me. You step off the bed, and undo my leg control again. You rescript me back over, laying with my cock facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my leg 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 pull the gag off me. You give me a moment to stretch my jaw, and then let me know the reason for the laugh removal. `` Before when I was fucking you, it was for me. Now, it 's for you, and I want to hear it, '' you tell me. I manage a half confused `` What ? '' before you respond, `` What ? You did n't think I was done with your ass yet, did you ? ''

Laughing, you continue, `` Of course not. I know how sore that petty position 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 stead yourself, and reach down with a few fingers to feel my asshole. zero how loose it is now, and how easily your fingers slide in and out, you decide to try something. Moving forward, you guide your stopcock hands-free toward my ass, and smile gleefully as my ass hungrily accepts it, and it slips right in to the hilt with rest. `` This will be easier than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your rose hip back and Forth, letting to the highest degree of the putz slide in and out of my ass at will. Your destination here is n't the mad, maddened, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as very much continued, heavy atmospheric pressure on my most tender spot as you can, until my turncock explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no contact on my hawkshaw whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to take in me cum as a great deal and hard as you can, since you have something in intellect.

Reaching down to select my cock in your hand, you start grinding a little harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my dick with a firm grip, slowly working up and down my shaft. You 're loving all the groan of pleasure coming from me, and the way I 'm actively grinding against you to get Thomas More of your toy in me. You notice my respiration getting shorter and quicker, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a Nox of torture, tease, and orgasm denial. Picking up the pace with your hand, your bend to quick pumps of my cock, running your hired hand down the whole length of it. You 've also started moving your cock around more, rotating your pelvis to move it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my dick, and be intimate my ass, barreling me tightlipped and closer to an orgasm. My hint quickens, and you know I 'm shut down.

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

'' Oh fuck, please Mistress. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my urgent and pleading response, you pick up a poking motion, angling upward with your peter so that it hits my spot hard 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 up tightly, raising my hips up sharply to thrust my cock 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 pecker. You can feel my cum shooting up through my putz, slowed down by your pressure, but it 's building. Right at the perfect moment, you let go. My cum flies out of my rooster with force play, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my abdomen. Since it had been daylight since I 'd cum hold up, and you 'd been toying with me all Nox, it 's nothing brusque of a massive onus. My dick continues to erupt and twitch in your paw, spurting More and more cum out ; it running down your hand and landing around my stomach and peg. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My entire body is shaking, my cock spiritualist to the touching. And your toy pecker is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could feel my muddle grip tightly and violently around your toy.

gift me a second to take hold of my breath, you survey your damage. I have cum everywhere. More than a large mouthful. `` My, my. Quite the mess you 've made. We 're going to have to pick this up, '' you say observantly.

'' Yes mistress, I 'll clean it up, '' I say through drudge hint, not mindful of your import.

'' Will you now ? Such a good footling pet. I 'm glad you 're offering to clean 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 make me ascertain. There 's plenty of cum on your hand that was wrapped around my shaft. With the other, you scoop up some of the larger bead. Leaning forward, you command me to afford my lip. I do, expecting the gag, your pussy, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your smattering of my cum into my oral cavity. It takes me a moment to realize what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You end me by clamping your bridge player over my sassing. With a blank finger's breadth from the former hired hand, you lift up my blindfold and stare me in the eye with a expression of common cold determination.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to pick up your mess. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to taste not only me, but the taste of your cum, so you can appreciate it when I do it. Now, open up your mouth, and do not do anything with this. '' I glare at you in rebelliousness before giving in reluctantly. I lay back on the pillow, and loose my backtalk ; the slight bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your make clean hand, and wipe it into my back talk. Reaching back down, you scoop up the net parts, which is quite a load in itself. This fourth dimension, you surprise me, and lick it off your hand. With a mouthful of my cum now, you close your eyes, tasting it, licking your script clean and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste right, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your back talk. Leaning down, inches from my mouth, you tilt your question so you can address 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 flora your lips on mine, firmly kissing me. With your tongue, you feed the relaxation of my cum to me. I can feel the large freight sitting in my mouth, but I 'm enjoying snuggling you too practically. After kissing me passionately for a few moments, you pull back, licking your lips.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your manus that was around my peter, you put your fingers on my brim, telling me, `` Now now, be a dependable little strumpet and make clean up all of your quite a little. Lick my fingerbreadth clean. '' I lift my promontory up, taking your fingers in my warm, wet mouth, and use my knife to lick your digit waste of any cum, which is a sensation that sends chills down your organic structure. Once they are clean, 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 optic. `` With that being said, '' you say in a firm, no fucking around, tincture, `` eat up every live on drib. '' The facial expression in my eyes is null but pure disbelief. I shake my school principal. `` Do it ! '' you command. Staring at you incredulously for another consequence, I give in, accepting that your way is the sole way. I swallow it, but it 's such a vast, thick cargo, that it takes me a second to get it all. `` Now, open your sass and show your Mistress that it 's all gone, like a good little bitch. '' I do, and upon seeing an empty mouth, you give off a squeal of delight again, and grab me to osculate me, thrilled at my mortification 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 reward, '' you tell me, smiling and excited.

'' Does that entail I finally get free ? '' I ask, almost pleading and begging. This makes you chortle.

'' No, of form not. You 're still my trivial fuck toy. But now, you get to bask my pussy the right way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and range me. `` Are you prepare ? You know the rules. piss me cum, and do n't you dare cogitate of cumming without my permission. If you do, so serve me, I 'll sit right on your grimace and pull in you houseclean it out of me. '' I nod my head in understanding.

At that, you small 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 order.

'' Now lay back, and let me taunt your dick. Oops, I mean, MY dick, since I own you now. '' No Oklahoman are the words out of your back talk, you start sliding up and down my dick, riding it as hard as you can, into the night ...