He needed a moment to unwind. He had a lot on his mind and a lot going on in his personal life. There weren’t many people he could babble out to. He called to ask if I was uncommitted tonight. I am.

I had a bottleful of wine, a nice cigar and made sure that I was presentable. I liked to keep on my hair tied up, because I liked the way his finger's breadth felt in my haircloth when he pulled out the rowlock. He came in with his bag of miniature.

We make it as far as the hallway before I’m on my knees sucking him. My lingua wrapped around him, moving up and down, up and down. I was drinking him down, his voiceless rooster pushing farther and farther down my throat. He was moaning, the bowling pin from my hairsbreadth falling to the storey.

He was holding my head close to him. I was gagging, and choking on him. His hot cum shooting down my pharynx, his script stroking my face. He held out his mitt and helped me to my ft. I followed him down the hall to my way.

He told me to kneel up on my bed. I did as I was told, bending over putting my ass in the air. He had my foundation shackled and helped me up on my knees. I was told to put my men behind my backbone and my wrists were shackled as well. He told me to open my sassing, and a pony gag was firmly secured to my mouth.

He pushed me down to the bed, my ass up in the air. He began to spank me with his hired man. One, two, three, four, five..then the realness of what was happening began to register. I had no way to get away, no way to assure him to stop. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten … I was moaning, he was alternating the left and rectify tick of my ass. Eleven, twelve, thirteen..he said I was making beautiful muffled sounds.

For a consequence it stopped. I turned my question to check him dig through his bag. I saw boat paddle, flogger, thole and clips of various sizes, rophy, handlock. He picked up a wooden paddle and was soon out of my sight. I closed my eyes, I felt it bite down into my ass, and thigh. Fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen ….I am jumping as practically as I can given my shackles.

His helping hand rubbed my ass, it felt hot and caring and made the hurt go away. I closed my eyes just to get lost in it. XVIII, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, this is was the flogger, kissing me, bitting me, forcing more muffled audio and a few bout.

He let my custody go, but told me to lay like I was. Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, these marked the lattice pattern he was now leaving on my backrest. He leaned down, whispered in my ear, “ good girl, ” now your back couple your pegleg and thighs. It’s very pretty, the contusion, are intoxicating against your creamy hide tone.

I nodded, as I felt his hands releasing the gag that I was bitting and sucking on, almost reluctant to let it go. Soon his throbbing cock was in movement of me. I wanted it. I was nuzzling his boxer shortstop, while he worked his severe turncock out, it was deep in my throat before he was even certain it was out of his shortstop.

I was sucking, the tear were still wise, his hands in my hair, the spirit of him was taking me to another place, the place that I can’t describe but longsighted to be at. Before I know it, he was reaching down and telling me he was going to avail me to the floor, the bed track were in the way.

My legs still shackled, it was awkward but he was patient. Soon my sass was right back where I wanted it to be, where he wanted it to be. Soon he had his bridge player wrapped around my hair, keeping me rightfulness where I wanted to be. Licking him, sucking him, feeling his surd dick starting to vibrate in my mouth. Listening to him moan, groan and take almost animal sounds as he began to cum for the moment metre. I licked him clean, then caressed him with my mouth. Softly holding him there, my warm breathing time kissing him. I finally released him when he told me to let him go.

He sat on the trading floor, behind me. Taking the bond off my feet. Telling me to spread my legs, I did as I was told. Feeling more au naturel and vulnerable doing this than I felt before. He touched my pussycat, and I flinched. I could not keep in line my legs. He was kind, and waited doing it again and again, telling me he would not harm me.

First it was his digit, just rubbing and touching me. Then I felt a small paddle. It did not hurt the way I thought it would, but instead only made me wet. He soon had two vibrators in me, one in my pussy and one in my ass. I ached to feel a flogger against me. Instead he began to put clips around my pussy.

He watched for my reaction, as he added them, one, two, three, four. He saw the smiling on my human face, five, six, seven, eight, then he started to burn me. Just the outside of my pussy, and my backtalk. He said I called him daddy, I don’t remember. I remember the pain in the neck, and the pleasure and the confusion of not knowing how to separate them.

He started to take the clips off slowly, methodically. Pinching at my nipple, with one hand, while he removed them with the other. I did my best to be still. Then, he was in me, fucking me, both of us needing this, a dismission that could not be put off any longer.

Soon we found ourselves in bed. He was laying back, my head against his chest, toys straw about. He was running his custody through my pilus, and I was enjoying the mo. Eventually, the need to suck him again won over and I was under the cover, working my way around him.

I’ve been told that I hum, and sometimes spill the beans as I suck. When the moment is relaxed and I am lost in the passion of it. I don’t remember this, nor the songs that come to me, But I do recognise that for the brief time that I do this, things just seem right. The soreness in my articulatio coxae, ass and back go away, the vexation of the day, and the stress of life are simply banished from my opinion. The only thought I can focus on is captured best by Miley Cyrus, I can’t wait to see you again.