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Bdsm, Fantasy, Oral-Sex
I wake by the sound of the chime my phone makes when a text content is coming through. I reach sleepy over, the time says 7am and the message instructs to ingest a shower bath and make myself some breakfast. I wipe the rest from my optic, and get out of bed. The door to the room where I am kept is unlocked. This means he was here early this morning ; it was locked when I fell asleep last night after I heard the front door creak close.

After I have finished my dawn routine, put on a sporty sleep shirt, and I'm done in about an hour. I'm downstairs and there is some light cleanup needed to be done from the gathering he had here last night. Sometimes he allows me to unite, sometimes he keeps my locked upstairs. finis night I was kept locked in my room. There are instant after he has sent everyone else dwelling house he will come up and spend prison term playing with me, other times I am left field alone listening as the doorway creaks shut. There doesn't seem to be a pattern for when he allows me to come down, it depends on his mood and wants at the time.

Checking messages I am online, surfing the internet when he comes in. I have washed the blankets that I've laid on the floor and I'm kneeling on it. Master comes over to me and pets me as he takes a seat on the frame. We make humble talk of the town for a while, discussing political sympathies, religion whatever is on his mind at the time. These are the import when I am also a fellow traveler to him.

He begins to rub his cock, I am waiting. He pulls me by my hair close to him. It's already hard, and ready. As my oral fissure covered the tip and slipped slowly down the putz he tells me he is going to relieve oneself. I am going to drink it. I swallowed as he pushed and my pharynx filled with his cock, warmed by the natural spring of piss that he was releasing into me. I choked, and my eyes watered, I made gagging stochasticity. He moaned, groaned and held my head steadily until he was done. I sucked him clean and licked his ballock, and kissed his dick before I pulled away. He petted me as he handed me a bottleful of water to wassail. I thanked him.

We continued the conversation we had started and when he had enough he stood, motioned for me to stay and walk into the early way. I could take heed him getting something out of the drawers. He came back with a bonnet. He motioned for me to stand. I stand and he pulled the thug over my head. It left me blind and it reduced the noises I can get a line. My oral fissure is left uncovered. I feel the tight leather education leash being secured around my neck.

It is disorienting. I am just there, not being able to see him or hear him. Not knowing what he is doing. I feel the sting of a flogger on my leg and thighs. He begins slowly, repeatedly hitting the same touch over and over again. I am moaning, beginning to cry. teardrop falling down my fount, but he can't see them. I feel the callus on his hands as he rubs the weal he has left. The rough water of his cutis with the softness of his touch makes this moment sense somewhat like a metaphor for our relationship.

He pushes me down to my knees. I am expecting his cock in front of my mouth any instant. My tongue slowly reaching to finger for it, but nothing comes. Instead he is pulling my shirt off leaving my body completely exposed. I am sniffing in the air, trying to catch his smell and find him. I know sound than to move or reach for him. I only catch the olfactory sensation of vanilla.

The searing heat from the wax drippage over my articulatio humeri and down my boob takes my thoughts. The vanilla is coming from the candle he is burning and dripping on me. The wax is falling on my chest. He picks up one of my boob and begins to rain cats and dogs the wax directly onto my nipple. I cry and sidesplitter, moving back trying to get away. I find that he has a chain of some sort attached to the collar to keep me from moving too much.

He waits a little while, letting the wax cool and harden on my boob. It feels like forever, before I feel him begin to peal the wax from me. He is removing it slowly and rubbing me as he does so. I am breathing slowly, just enjoying the moment. Master loves to keep on my dead body in varying stages of bruising. He begins to wrap my white meat with a nylon rope, the kind most the great unwashed would use as a dress line. It's rough, but not too cutting. He beings to enwrap my white meat at the base and pulls it tights as he comes around it moving toward the teat. They are turning numb from the tightness of the rope. I imagine the cryptical red or purple color the skin is showing as well. When he has wrapped to within an column inch of my nipple he ties the rope off of each breast to the d ring on straw man of my collar.

He then begins to pull at my nipple with his finger, moving from one to another. I am breathing deeply, fighting to be still. He then takes one into his mouth and suck on the nipple, pulling it nasty with his teeth. I let loose a scream as he puts the trefoil clamp on it. Then he moves to the other. Repeating the Saami matter with that nipple, I scream again as he clamps it was well.

I imagine the sadistic smile he must bear on his face. I am certain he would have slapped me for screaming but the thug will relent the blow, so he is contemplating early ideas to penalize me. Watching me flinch in the anticipation more so than the pain, he reminds me often that about of the uncomfortableness and pain is in my mind and not in what he does to me. I am sure that he is getting an erection hearing the range of mountains go tight with each apparent motion I make along with listening to the charms on my bobbysock sing with the tenuous motility I make.
He reaches for my arm and pulls me up to my feet. He begins to walk and I follow him. He sits me on the bench. This bench has a rack of sorts attached to the back of it. He securely ties my mitt and legs to the bench. Pushes a vibrator into me, then takes a crop to my pussy. He does this because he knows it confuses me. The joy of the vibrator and the pain the crop all at once will fight my head into a subspace that I can not specify. My eubstance is shaking from the climax I am about to have got. I can finger it pulsing through me as though it will shatter me into a thousand pieces.

I do not recollect him releasing me or removing the hood, but he must bear because now I am on the trading floor, kneeling in front of the work bench and he is telling me to clobber her kitty-cat. I am not surely who she is, or where she came from but I do not hesitate. My human face is buried oceanic abyss within her pussy. My back talk pulling at her clit as my tongue runs over it again and again. The coolness of the air as I breathe against her. It does not select long before her legs are shaking and she is moaning. I want to look for him, I like to see him as he watches me. I slow down and my ass is warmed by the paddle.

I keep going, licking and sucking on her, making her moan, her hand in my hair pulling my case closer, deeper into her. I suck her, deeply. crusade my lingua up into her. mind as she screams and groan. I only stop when he pulls me back. He comes in and Begin to eff her while I lick his ass without didactics. He gasps when he feels my tongue pushing into his ass while he goes deep into her. I suck his asshole as if it was her clitoris. My natural language running over it, back and Forth across it. Just as I hear that sound he makes before he comes, I push my tongue into him and she is rewarded with his warmly cum.

As he turns from her, I take his turncock into my mouth. Cleaning him up, tasting the fluids of both of them together on him. She asks if she is future. I lick and suck on him while he decides. Slowly, softly circling the tip of his tool and then brushing my tongue lightly over his balls and thighs to get every last pearl of it. He pushes my head into her to scavenge her as well.

I start on her thighs and move slowly toward her pussy. I want to tantalise her, so I am going painstaking slowly. I know she wants her clit licked, so I will redeem it for last. I circle over her cunt moving slowly to the nerve center. Making sure to spend a little more aid on her ass before I move to her clit. I hear Master moaning behind us. I know he is watching so I want to pass water surely he gets a good appearance. As she is moaning and groaning, telling me I am a"good girl"I am again pulled back.

original is pushing a ball gag into my mouth. He secures it my school principal and then I go back to rubbing it against her, her hands guiding me back to her kitty. Master wants to bound her pleasure, but he still wants to see us take on. The nut gag keeps her fire but it doesn't allow for the expiation she wants. She is starting to beg superior, she wants to orgasm. He says no. I just keep going while she continues to pout and beg and he enjoys the moment.

He taps me with his foot and tells me to go to my room. I leave, the gag still in place. I can hear them moving around downstairs. I just wait. Soon he comes up. He takes the gag and wants me to suck him off one to a greater extent time. I do. He tells me I pleased him. I wonder who was flogging me, pouring wax on me but I know better than to question him. Was it him or her ? captain gets up, locks my room access as he leaves without another word .
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