tranquility, and wickedness. Those are the only things I can sense right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands leaping behind my back, 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 flaccid stride of you padding across the level to me. quiet again before I feel the sudden, sharp sensation of your teeth on my earlobe. I gasp out at the surprise only to have it met with your hand across my back talk and a harder, stinging collation on my cervix. I feel your hands running down my chest of drawers and your bosom on my back as you run your tongue up to my ear, giving it a soft kiss before whispering to me.

'' You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be right and obey and you 'll savor it. I promise you an orgasm that you 'll sense for years. competitiveness me, and you will regret it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your dustup are playful and flaccid, but I can sense the backside tone behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

'' Good boy. '' I barely have time to bottom what might be in shop for me later before I feel something strong and wet being pushed into my expression.

'' Open your mouth, '' you order. My mouth opens slowly and is instantly full of your already damp cunt. I slip my clapper 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 slue my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the Same treatment. ''

rental these words roil around in my head apparently becomes noticeable to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's right field, pet. I 'm going to jazz your ass. I 'm going to drop off my purple cock into your tight footling ass, and pound you until you 're weak. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that realization cesspit in, I evidently get distracted and suffer stress on my viva voce tariff, to your displeasure. You make this fact clear to me with a pinch to my nipple. Faced with the approximation of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my tongue and brim. With every passing secondment, as my tongue slips all over you, I can sense you getting stiff and wetter. The soft moans, and quick gasps of air I can try escaping your sassing tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few proceedings 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 knee joint. `` lean forward, put your face on the bed, '' you tell me. I depress myself down, burying my brass on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my legs. I can see you moving around, and suddenly sense something cold-blooded and slick slip between my ass cheek. It takes a second before I realize that it 's your lubed up finger. I can sense you tracing around my gather pickle, making the area around it as wet and greased as you can. My heavy external respiration of anticipation gets worsened as you slip your finger inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and accommodate my breath, expecting to feel your toy sliding board up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that clock time yet. This is just to avail loosen you up. '' I relax as your finger retreats from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something larger and wider. I start to squirm away, but you throw your arm over me and go for my hips in place and in one smooth motion, 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 melodic line you leave. Lost in mentation at the wonderful feeling of your nails, and trying to come up to terms 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 full, without warning. Initially tense, I start to give in to how pleasurable the sensations are ; squirming and rocking slightly, flimsy groan 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 tilt toward my rear. Taking the cord in your hand, you begin to pull the bullet out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the paries of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing hole, you pull a piddling harder until just the very edge of the toy is poking out of my ass. unable to fight down against the intense sense datum rolling across my physical structure from this, I tense up, my butt apparently hungry to give birth the toy back in me. Unfortunately, it slips out. `` Bad boy, '' you chide. `` If you ca n't toy with your toys correctly, then we wo n't give them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those speech, you kneel behind me again. This time, you push the bullet back in me, following it with your fingers 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 knife across my shivering shit. This sends me wild and a drive `` Oh, God yes '' evasion my lips.

'' Like that ? '' you ask, clearly glad with the result.

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

'' I mean, yes, schoolmistress. ``

'' Very good. '' Keeping up with making me thrill in delight with your glossa, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my peg and stroking my prick. I can not process all these overcome hotshot happening to the most sensitive parts of my soundbox, all at one time and rapidly finger an orgasm building. After a few to a greater extent present moment of this, I 'm on the brink. I can barely apply back. The fleshy, shudder oscillation deep in my ass, the affectionate wetness of your tongue on my whoreson, and the soft squeezing of your hand around my cock are all contributing to what I can tell is going to be a massive sexual climax. My breathing quickens and I start to tense up up, feeling the sexual climax 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 cold `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me light. `` You 've had plenty of pleasure, now it 's my turn. Up on the bed, on your cover, and spread, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You hold on me long enough to unmake the cuffs holding my arms together behind me, then agitate me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to attitude myself in the center, and spread my branch and leg as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the slug deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only tell you 're on the bed with me when you start binding me to the recession of the bed, pulling the straps as tight to the border as you can. I try to actuate an arm, but do n't get more than than an column inch, if that. And I ca n't move my pegleg around at all. You down in the mouth yourself down on me, sitting just in nominal head of my raging hard-on. Leaning over to kiss me, you run one hired hand across my breast as the other berth between your legs to toy with my prick again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my cock when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the favor by nipping at my capitulum and sinking your teeth and backtalk into my neck, your hired hand never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can tell you grab something from off the bed. The succeeding thing I 'm aware of is a leg on either side of my head teacher, from you kneeling over me. The only ground I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly rip your human knee close, effectively locking my head in place. Without warning, you drop down the rest of the way until you 're covering my face between my center and Kuki with your pleasant-tasting pussy. The sudden warmth and wetness smothering me jolt me for a second, but I quickly recover and eagerly slip my spit in you, tasting your juices and breathing you in. I ca n't help myself but to countermand my psyche up, trying to bury my tongue deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your hips against me, running your digit through my hair and grabbing handful with each exquisite ripple of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my mouth, and soaking my face. The predilection of you, and the warm touch of your wetness covering me sends me gaga and I begin getting more belligerent. I nip playfully at your lips, and silently smile at the shudder and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my teeth lightly. The sense impression ripping through your body, racing at break-neck fastness are making your skin crawl, and your body agitate, taking you to edge, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to combat this.

fillet your grinding against my case momentarily, and having to agitate 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 earlier, and are rubbing it around on your most sensitive areas, picking up your slow back and forward movement against me. Thoroughly loving the speech sound you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the moment. Not giving me a endorse sleep, 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 blockade, '' you chide. Focused back on the project at deal, I go back to arousing you with my tongue, now working in bicycle-built-for-two with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the whiz of being deprived of my senses and feeling the dual vibe of the bullet train in me and your vibe in close proximity to my face, or the enticing smell and preference 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 sense the orgasm edifice and creeping down your prickle.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not much retentive, as you can barely string up on much farseeing. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense up and stiffen up. Your breath catching in your throat, your skin electric with rise sensation. Finally, you feel it coming. The only clue I get to you being so close to the edge are some insidious clue. The lastingness and military force by which your free hand is grabbing smattering of my hair. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your genu squeezing tighter and tighter against my headway. Not sure what to do, I just keep defeat and massaging with my knife. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and attach up, and the firstly gush of fluid plash into my oral cavity, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a secondly to find my composure, and I go back to study with my sass. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the climax rocketing all over your body, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One manus holding your toy in place on your now swollen and tender clit, the former rubbing your pussy with ardor, sending juices all over the place ; splashing against your body, spraying all over my face, running down my cheeks and Kuki-Chin, down my neck. This continues for a few to a greater extent moments, effectively soaking my face and arms, and coating the inside of your thighs. Settling back on my dresser, you collapse forward, resting your header just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through labored breathing time. I can do nothing Thomas More than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your breasts is smothering my mouth. `` Mmmmm, trade good. You 've no idea how amazing that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you survey the damage. Everything from my arms, down to my dresser, is literally soaking, coated in your juice. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My first-class honours degree batch is your crimson font, a luminosity, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the piece I 've been attending to for the concluding while. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, succus still seeping out slowly. I can feel a drop running down the exterior of my lips, and I quickly dart my glossa out to take hold of it, as you taste phenomenal.

'' Mmmm ... I must smack awe-inspiring. Do I ? '' you tease.

'' Yes kept woman, '' I reply, the stinging of my nipple still new in my mind. You lean down slowly and lightly run your tongue along my lip, 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 beneficial. Now I see why you kept at it. You wanted to a greater extent. You could n't get enough of it. '' All of this said through a knowing smiling on your face. `` 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, variety of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and base on balls to the end. You uncuff my ankles and tell me to raise my leg up. I comply, and you take the cuff around my ankles, and using draw out straps, you connect them to the shoulder strap binding my wrists. This keeps my legs up and back, but allows me to change position slightly if they get fatigued. You reach down past the end of the bed, grabbing thing I ca n't see. Keeping them from my opinion, you climb back over me. However, this time your legs are on opposite sides as you squat down over my look again, burying my face in your pussy again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

Lying stomach to stand, you reach toward the bottom of the bed for one of the items you grabbed sooner. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my expression, you grab my stopcock in your hand again. Keeping your traction firm and tight, so as to foreclose me from getting harder, you slip a couple rings on me. One around the base of my balls, two tighter ones around the alkali of my dig ; designed to keep open me backbreaking 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 mouth between your ramification again. `` Relax and savour this, and no matter what, do not give up with your mouth. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my tongue, you refocus your tending to my lower one-half, still stroking my hardening peter. With your free hand, you crack open up a bottle of lube and pour a minor amount 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 continue me stiff for you to play with. You wipe up the excess lube with your still free hand, and slowly trace your finger down, between my cheeks, and start rubbing it in a circle around my pickle. Wanting to playact and explore more than, you finally pull the still-vibrating bullet from deep in my ass. You slip in two fingers as far as you can go, and get rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the wall.

Noticing me starting to squirm in response, you take it to the next level and charter my dick in your mouth. Slowly, you slide your rim down my shaft, bit by bit, until you reach the merchantman. Your rima oris tightens around it, and at the same sentence, you push your fingers into my yap as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your tongue along the position, making me feel every bit of the wild sense experience. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your tongue ; your hired hand now running a firm hold up and down. You start to gain a rhythm method of birth control now.

One hand tightly wrapped around my throbbing pecker, working its way up and down. The early exploring my ass as deeply and undecided as it will go. Your warm, wet mouth running in tandem with the helping hand on my dick ; all while grinding your hips back into my brass, burying me in your pussy. Staying at this pace, eventually I feel an orgasm building 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. Fingers, 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 front at me, moving your hip away to pretend eye touch, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To punctuate your point, you push your finger's breadth in deeper and bite the head of my shaft. My muted cry and back arching lets you know your dot was made.

Turning back to working, you finally, slowly withdraw all but one finger's breadth from within me. `` You 're starting to loosen up, my pet. But we still need a piffling more. Plus we have to get your slopped footling hole used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my shaft in you, I 'm not going easy on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and grab a set of anal beads, as well as the lubricant again. Holding the bead in one hand, you generously use lubricating substance to it. Using two fingers to broadcast my brass receptive enough, you guide the beads toward my ass. As soon as the first of all small drop button through and into me, my body jolt and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to play and you smack me hard on the thigh, backed by an"surface up !"mastery. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you entree again. You push the second drop in quickly, not giving me clock time to correct to it. Again my body vellication at the unexpected interloper."If you can convey 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 third base one.

For the future few bead, you deliberately use up your time forcing them in, making my hole expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual entertainment. Reaching the last 4 astragal, the biggest ones, you pause briefly. After taking my turncock tightly in your hand again, you rapidly shove the terminal four beads into me. The sudden insistency and sensation of something firmly hitting that tender touch makes my gumshoe twitch out of ascendency in your bridge player. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the entire strand in, rotating it so the balls keep rubbing up against the sides, and driving me godforsaken. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your sassing around my peter, picking back up the rhythmic motion from early.

Your goal here is round-eyed : 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 whole fourth dimension you're driving me wild ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your hips back into my face harder and harder, loving the spirit of my clapper caressing your most sensitive country. It's turning you on more and more, and getting you incredibly wet again, while also serving to put you on the route to getting off again. Starting to find fault up your pace again with your mouthpiece and script, you also start rapidly sliding the full strand of bead in and out of me, at alternating speeds, which drives my ass insane and starts to violently shove me toward coming.

For a few moment, 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, splendid orgasm. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and stop suddenly, denying me a outlet. You finally move out the beadwork from within me, and elevation yourself up off of me, standing succeeding to the bed.

'' Just about that sentence, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your stiff slight ass mercilessly until you 're loose and feeble in the knee joint ? Because that 's coming. Hope you 're prepare, '' you taunt. Not letting me move an inch, you decide to pass on yourself a little quick pleasure and not let me unwind or tighten up. You grab the full black shaft plug, and lube it decent to slide abode. Reaching back down to circulate my buttock, you occupation it up with my crumple hole.

'' agree your breathing time, '' you whisper, before beginning to push it in to me. The swollen and bulging head is the hardest region to get in. I start to push back and clasp up, fighting you, but you only pin my branch down, and push button harder. Does n't withdraw much Thomas More, and with a flimsy pop, my ass swallows the head. I let out a slight moan of discomfort, and set about squirming in objection.

'' dearest, you better get used to it. My cock is prominent and heavyset than this, and wo n't be as lenify. Plus one day I might require to get my entire hired man up there ... '' You can hear me react to that program line, and use it to mistake the residuum of the toy in me, the edges snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another time, '' you say with an edge of tease. `` For now, we 're going to keep you lax and get-up-and-go you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in lieu when my hole is tight around it 's fatheaded period, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass employment its way around each vein of the toy and stretching to accommodate. Again you make it all the way to the bottom. Lifting yourself up off of me, you wrap your script around my still mostly surd and throbbing pecker, squeezing it crocked. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my cock against the ringing. You bring yourself around, running your hand up and down my shaft faster and tightening your grip. Your lingua flicks lightly against the caput, making me pass over each metre. My peg are twitching and shaking, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your mitt, but only so you can wrap your lips around my putz and continue to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this stage, it 's not hard for you to tell when I 'm just about to the point of coming, so after keeping up your teasing, you start to notice me hitting that head. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my pelvis raise up to run into your mouth, and my tool start to puff up, you suddenly stop completely, with nothing Thomas More than an extremely tight bag at the foundation and around my balls to forestall 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 ready to let you yet, my slight cum slut. I just wanted you to have a trivial pleasure before what happens side by side, because you might not savor it. Though I know I will, '' you declare.

"I think you're finally fix,"you declare, rising again from the bed. Walking over to the chairman, you grab the bag of toys. Reaching in, you pull out your toy : the bombastic, thick, ribbed, purple, double-ended strap-on. Stepping back over near me on the bed, you slowly, and carefully, pace into one leg strap, then the early, pulling it up. Standing very close to me, you remind me of your hope 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 issues. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your side by the head, you start to guide it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only watch. I notice that your pussy is clearly swollen and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was part of your plan ; to constitute me helplessly watch in anxious hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the start it slips in without issue. However, much to my despair, as soon as you meet the ridges on it, it starts to gather resistance. I can you see you trying to drive harder to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the whole matter in to the hilt, mostly without too much difficultness. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my chest of drawers 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."well, you get lucky, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the intemperately matter to get in, but it did fight back book binding at some dot. Apparently you can't even get a pussy wet correctly. Such a hapless slave. So you'll get it lubed up some from me, but first you're going to learn how to properly fix something wet when you're ordered to do so."

Before I can react, you grab my heading by the tomentum in one hand, and your toy in the other, and leap forward, forcing your toy into my mouthpiece. Not relenting, you push forward with your hips, and deplume my head 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 back talk, but maintain your travelling bag on my fountainhead and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the fucking ?"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 learn how to use your mouth to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my pussy, so you're going to hear the heavily way : Do it to my cock before I put it in your ass. Keep fight, and it's the only lube you're going to get."To force back your peak home, you reach back and curve one of my nipple as hard as you can, and at the same time, you push more of your toy into my mouth, to where I can feel it hitting the rachis of my throat.

"Do you fucking understand me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my read/write head in defeat and acceptance."Good boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensitive tit, you take my head in both hands, and pull slowly back, until just the head is resting on my brim. You linger there a moment, then rend my head forward as far as you can. This lantern slide my lips an in or so down the shaft, which isn't skillful enough. You let me acknowledge with a,"This entire thing 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 contribute my head any farther down on it, you ease your organic structure forward again, watching in delight as my back talk slide down the ray of light, bit by bit. You stop when it's gone as far as it will easily.

At that, you pull your rose hip back again, pulling it all the way out of my mouth. After a secondment, you jump forward again ; thrusting your fake shaft back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your articulatio coxae back and forth, getting wet at the sight of your purple toy sliding and out of my oral cavity, completely against my will. Not to bring up the fact that every fourth dimension you hit the back of my throat, your side of the toy pushes into you, and fray against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a suck with my rim, which causes your toy to gently slip one's mind in and out of you, each prison term it does the Sami thing in my mouth. Naturally, this starts to get you hotter and surface-active 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 vista of my lips 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 sense the all too familiar spirit superstar of you coming, but you stop yourself quickly. You don't want to cum from this toy unless it's because you're pounding at my ass. However, because you were so into it and not paying aid, you look down and notice you've forced almost the full toy in my mouth, with my nose less than an inch from your stomach. 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 bechance, you lean down adjacent to my ear, and tease me by telling me,"You're just a right fiddling cunt. I'm very proud of you, but I want to see if you can take it all the way down. I want your nozzle against my stomach, is that infer my pet ?"I hesitate a irregular, before acknowledging your request. You show how thrilled you are with a sonant moan, and plant a taunting buss on my face.

Sitting back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is to a lesser extent space between you and my oral fissure. Without asking if I'm ready, you place the tip at my lip again, and lift my caput slightly up so the pass of your toy slides in my lips. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with conclusion. You reach the first bulwark, and with a refreshing"Open !"you see my mouth open wider, allowing to crusade the intruder in further. Next you feel your toy cock hit the backbone of my throat, but you're not letting that stop you. Rising up on your knee a small, you start using your dead body weight to push, and after a few adjustment of my jaw, you feel my throat give way, and your cock slides the balance of the way in. My nose is now firmly buried against your stomach ; your toy the whole way in.

You let out a squeal of delight, and after leaving it there a moment, you pull all the way out. I barely get a probability to watch 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 rhytidoplasty yourself up on your knees, so you're almost directly above me. In that position, you start pulling your articulatio coxae up, withdrawing your toy from deep in my throat, until it's barely out. Then you let your dead body fall back down again, driving it back down until it bottoms out. You repeat this over and over."If I can adopt it all the way without a problem, 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 convey all of your stopcock down my throat with no publication, and pluck yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to catch my breather, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my face, and catch the gag from the professorship."That's the last time you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my head again, you force the bollock gag into my mouth, and secure it tightly around my headway. Now tied up, blindfolded, and gagged, I am left completely to your will and can not do anything about it. Enjoying the secrecy now, you let out a quiet sigh, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your future task.

Disconnecting one of my leg simpleness, you order me to flip over, on my breadbasket. I comply, and roster over ; the simpleness around my carpus tightening. Once over, you restrain my free leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the bottle of lube, you put the tip between my cheek, at the entranceway to my hole, and squeeze gently."I promised you a short bit of lube, and even though you have fought back, I'll proceed my promise. Besides…. With as hard as I'm going to fuck you, you're going to ask it,"you tease. You swipe up a niggling lubricating substance on two of your fingers, and push them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a third fingerbreadth to create sure the entry to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingers, you take your toy in your hand, and gouge a seemly amount of lubricant down onto it. Catching the excess in your paw, you wrap your digit around the gibe, and work your hand up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lube down, and put yourself in post behind me, the tip of your hawkshaw hovering just above my ass.

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

"Are you ready ?"you ask.

I nod my pass.

"Ready for what ?"I manage to utter 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."

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

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

"shtup you how ?"you bait, 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 require to put your face in the pillow ; this isn't going to be easily,"you tell me. Tightening the gag again as you don't want to hear me just yet, you push my head back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

property your toy in your hand, you guide it towards my now lubed up, loose and waiting muddle. You trace a forget me drug around the chess opening with the head to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the head into my ass. The twitch of my branch and clenching of my ass, integrate with a pipe down sigh, tell you that it was a mix of pleasure and nuisance, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at first off. Able to guide it in without your hands now, you pull my ass apart so you can look on your dick slide into my ass. Putting your weight behind it as you did above me before, you apply pressure and the cock starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the merchant ship ; your body 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 cock, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the fountainhead still in. Not waiting, or taking it easy this meter, you quickly thrust the entire cock 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 at large I am, you take your sweet prison term, getting the interior of me slick with lubricating substance. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lube to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're quenched that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my tight hole is now plenty loose for your enjoyment, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a easygoing moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to raise up on your workforce and knees, but do not let my tool slip out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to perch on your blackguard, pulling about one-half of your toy out. Very carefully, I lift myself up on my cubital joint. I rise up on one human knee, and then the early, 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 experience you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your cock against my ass a few multiplication. `` You did n't follow education. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the head of your gumshoe back into my ass, then snaffle my pelvic arch. Settling in, you pull me back as unvoiced as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your cock into me broad forcefulness. You are n't being gentle with me anymore. Fully mindful that I can easily take it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my hips for added clasp, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fasting and hard as you can manage. Our dead body slapping together at the force makes an audible noise, but you do n't slow down. You 're enjoying every second of watching my ass bouncing from each punishing 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 laborious and fast in homecoming, which is aided by a small vibrator you secured to tease your clit. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; voiceless and long thrusts, making sure your consistence slams home flat against me every metre. You have no intention of letting up any time soon, smiling to yourself at my battle cry of joy and pleasure, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's redress, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. Keep making those randomness. If I ca n't hear 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 moment, to grab my peter, which was been swinging back and Forth from your severe screw. You push the rings around it back up tightly, as you do n't want me coming just yet, and give it a few slow and firm cerebrovascular accident, just to push me that much cheeseparing and rag me that much more. Leaning forward, you place both hands on my shoulder, while pulling your hip joint back. You lean as close to my ear as you can.

'' Now it 's your choice how I give it to you. You have option. Which will it be ? 'Fuck me faster, fuck me profoundly, or sleep with me operose .'Those are your options, so choose, '' you tell me quietly. I hesitate, not trusted what to say. `` Choose, '' you bark. `` Choose or I 'll prefer for you, and you 're not going to like it. ''

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

You think for a indorsement. `` You know, I do n't wish your solution. You took too hanker, 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 advantage of it. You do n't stop furiously pounding away at me, but now you 're also pushing more when your rose hip hit my ass to drive 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 waves of an orgasm construction, and you 're not even touching my dick.

The same is genuine on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can palpate your body start to tense up, an amazing sexual climax building. The closer you get, it seems like you find extra gear wheel in the speed and index of your thrust, because as you get closer 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 outcry of pleasure. Thrusting in and out. Long, deep flare-up of gesture. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your shaft is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so hard that your body is hot flash 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 foresightful, thick purple toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no resistance or movement.

You carry on like this for some time, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the force of the intense sexual climax building inside you. The brilliant pain, pleasance, and pressure sentiency I feel against my most sensitive daub are making me weak in the knees, and my stallion body is tiring from handling the effect of your ass-fucking, making me lower myself down on my elbows for sustenance ; the whole time, my dick oozing pre-cum. It 's not too much foresightful, and you can palpate yourself start to come up. Just at the border of culmination, you slam in one final fourth dimension, before your pound ceases. As the orgasm hits, you fall against my back, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slow donkeywork that rub your toy against your clit, which push the climax harder and faster. I can feel your heart racing against my back, hear your heavy and tired breathing, and actually feel some of your juice running down your leg and onto mine. You keep lightly grinding against me, the toy still planted deep in my ass, putting the most get insistence 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 rooster in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing dick in your manus. With your fingertip, you rub it against the head, 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 large shaft from my ass. Running your manus on it, you admire the warmness it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the blandness of it from the lube and the juices in me. You step off the bed, and unmake my leg chasteness again. You order me back over, laying with my dick facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my legs up as they were before, and this time you 've put a few pillows under me to lift my hips up a bit.

Slipping back under me, you reach forward and pull the gag off me. You give me a moment to unfold my jaw, and then let me know the understanding for the gags 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 trend not. I know how spiritualist that little spot in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to make believe you cum so hard, you ca n't walk. '' With that, you position yourself, and reach down with a few fingers to sense my asshole. zippo how let loose it is now, and how easily your finger slide in and out, you decide to try something. Moving forward, you guide your rooster 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 loose than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your hips back and Forth, letting about of the gumshoe slide 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 a lot continued, sound pressure on my most medium place as you can, until my peter explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no contact on my dick whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to take me cum as much and concentrated as you can, since you have something in mind.

Reaching down to look at my cock in your deal, you start grinding a minuscule harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my tool with a firm handle, slowly working up and down my pecker. You 're loving all the moans of delight 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 agile, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a night of torture, tease, and climax defence. Picking up the pace with your helping hand, your turning to quick pumps of my rooster, running your deal down the wholly length of it. You 've also started moving your shaft around Thomas More, rotating your pelvic arch to move it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my stopcock, and fuck my ass, barreling me tight and closer to an sexual climax. My breath quickens, and you know I 'm fill up.

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

'' Oh fucking, please Mistress. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my pressing and pleading response, you pick up a thrusting motion, angling upward with your dick so that it hits my spot heavy each fourth dimension. You 're also furiously pumping at my prick, unrelenting in your quest to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me tense up tightly, raising my hips up sharply to thrust my hammer into your deal. At the like clock time you hear me utter a `` Oh God, I 'm coming. '' At that moment, you stop thrusting, and clench your fist around the top of my dick. You can feel my cum shooting up through my dick, slowed down by your pressure, but it 's edifice. Right at the perfect instant, you let go. My cum flies out of my cock with force, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my breadbasket. Since it had been day since I 'd cum in conclusion, and you 'd been toying with me all night, it 's cypher short of a massive payload. My dick continues to erupt and twitch in your hand, spurting more and more cum out ; it running down your hand and landing around my stomach and ramification. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My entire organic structure is shaking, my cock sensitive to the trace. And your toy shaft is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could feel my hole clench tightly and violently around your toy.

giving me a moment to catch my breath, you survey your damage. I have cum everywhere. Sir Thomas More than a large mouthful. `` My, my. Quite the mess you 've made. We 're going to have to clean this up, '' you say observantly.

'' Yes schoolma'am, I 'll clean it up, '' I say through push breathing spell, not aware of your meaning.

'' volition you now ? Such a adept little 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 reach me learn. There 's plenty of cum on your hand that was wrapped around my prick. With the other, you scoop up some of the enceinte drops. 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 fistful of my cum into my mouth. It takes me a here and now to realise what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You stop me by clamping your mitt over my back talk. With a neat finger from the former hand, you lift up my blindfold and stare me in the eye with a look of cold-blooded 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 discernment of your cum, so you can appreciate it when I do it. Now, open your mouth, and do not do anything with this. '' I glare at you in defiance before giving in reluctantly. I lay back on the pillow, and open my mouth ; the little bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your clean hand, and pass over it into my mouth. Reaching back down, you scoop up the concluding parting, which is quite a shipment in itself. This clip, you surprise me, and lap up it off your hand. With a taste of my cum now, you close your optic, tasting it, licking your hand clean and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste unspoilt, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your lip. Leaning down, inches from my oral cavity, you tilt your head so you can talk 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 lips on mine, firmly kissing me. With your tongue, you feed the rest of my cum to me. I can feel the large load sitting in my mouth, but I 'm enjoying snuggling you too a lot. After kissing me passionately for a few moment, you pull back, licking your lips.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your hand that was around my dick, you put your finger's breadth on my lips, telling me, `` Now now, be a good little slut and houseclean up all of your mess. slug my fingers clean. '' I lift my head up, taking your fingerbreadth in my warm, wet mouth, and use my spit to lick your fingerbreadth barren of any cum, which is a aesthesis that sends chills down your consistence. 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 net 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, flavour, `` get down every finish drop. '' The look in my eyes is nothing but pure disbelief. I shake my head. `` Do it ! '' you command. Staring at you incredulously for another moment, I give in, accepting that your way is the only way. I swallow it, but it 's such a huge, thick load, that it takes me a secondment to get it all. `` Now, open your mouth and show your schoolmarm that it 's all gone, like a good fiddling bitch. '' I do, and upon seeing an empty sass, you give off a squeal of delight again, and catch me to kiss me, thrilled at my humiliation and obedience.

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

'' Does that mean I finally get devoid ? '' I ask, almost pleading and begging. This makes you chuckle.

'' No, of grade not. You 're still my piffling fuck toy. But now, you get to love my pussy the powerful way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and range me. `` Are you ready ? You know the formula. ca-ca me cum, and do n't you dare consider of cumming without my license. If you do, so help me, I 'll sit right on your facial expression and puddle you cleanse it out of me. '' I nod my header in understanding.

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

'' Now lay back, and let me ride your dick. Oops, I mean, MY prick, since I own you now. '' No Sooner are the words out of your lip, you start sliding up and down my peter, riding it as hard as you can, into the nighttime ...