quiet, and dark. Those are the only affair I can smell right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands bound behind my back, blindfold over my eyes. Have n't heard much of a auditory sensation since you put me like this and told me to wait, quietly. Soon I hear the soft footsteps of you padding across the storey to me. Silence again before I feel the sudden, sharp-worded sensation of your teeth on my ear lobe. I gasp out at the surprise only to have it met with your hand across my mouth and a harder, stinging chomp on my neck. I feel your hands running down my chest and your breasts on my back as you run your lingua up to my ear, giving it a diffused buss before whispering to me.

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

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

'' salutary boy. '' I barely have time to sound what might be in stock for me late before I feel something warm and wet being pushed into my face.

'' unfold your mouthpiece, '' you rescript. My lip opens slowly and is instantly full of your already moist cunt. I slip my natural language in as far as it can go, rolling it and flicking it inside you ; my brim rubbing against your clit. `` There you go, '' you say. `` Get me nice and wet so I can slide my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the same intervention. ''

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

As that realization sump in, I evidently get distracted and lose focus on my oral duties, to your displeasure. You make this fact light to me with a pinch to my nipple. Faced with the estimation of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my natural language and lips. With every exit secondment, as my clapper slips all over you, I can finger you getting wetter and wetter. The indulgent moans, and quick gasp of air I can hear escaping your lips tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few minutes of this, you stop me. You do n't say anything to me, but you were close to coming, and started to get weak in the human knee. `` list forward, put your case on the bed, '' you tell me. I lower myself down, burying my fount on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my branch. I can see you moving around, and suddenly sensation something dusty and slick slip between my ass cheeks. It takes a second gear before I realize that it 's your lubed up fingerbreadth. I can feel you tracing around my puckered muddle, making the area around it as wet and greased as you can. My overweight breathing of expectation gets worse as you slip your finger inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and hold my intimation, expecting to feel your toy chute up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that meter yet. This is just to help tease apart you up. '' I relax as your finger retreat 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 harbour my hips in place and in one smooth motion, shove the objective in me. `` There we are. Let 's see how you like this, '' you tease as you run your nails across my ass, smirking at the lines you leave. Lost in thought at the marvelous feeling of your nails, and trying to come to price with the intruder in my ass, I 'm clash from this string of idea abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the oscillation on the fastball to full-of-the-moon, without warning. Initially tense, I start to pass in to how enjoyable the sensations are ; squirming and rocking slightly, tenuous moan escaping from my rim. Pleased with my chemical reaction, you decide to play a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my dorsum, and lean toward my rear. Taking the cord in your mitt, you begin to attract 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. ineffectual to fight against the vivid genius rolling across my consistence from this, I tense up, my behind apparently hungry to have 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 have them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those words, you kneel behind me again. This time, you push the bullet back in me, following it with your digit and jamming it as oceanic abyss as you can. `` There ... .Now it should be good in there. '' I 'm already panting and squirming at what 's going on, but you take it up a notch by flicking your natural language across my shivering asshole. This sends me wild and a labored `` Oh, God yes '' flight my lips.

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

'' Oh, yes, '' I reply, instantly regretting my error. Your spry swat across my ass reminds me of my errant sideslip of the clapper.

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

'' Very good. '' Keeping up with making me shudder in joy with your knife, you raise the bar even further by slipping your deal between my legs and stroking my tool. I can not process all these submerge sensations happening to the most sensitive parts of my body, all at one clip and rapidly feel an sexual climax building. After a few more instant of this, I 'm on the verge. I can barely apply back. The heavy, throbbing vibrations deep in my ass, the fond wetness of your tongue on my asshole, and the soft squeezing of your handwriting around my cock are all contributing to what I can tell is going to be a massive orgasm. My breathing 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 vent and am met with a frigidness `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me short. `` You 've had plenty of pleasure, now it 's my tour. Up on the bed, on your back, and spread, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You stop me recollective enough to unmake the cuffs holding my arms together behind me, then push me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to position myself in the middle, and broadcast my coat of arms and branch as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the bullet train deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only recite you 're on the bed with me when you start binding me to the corners of the bed, pulling the strap as tight to the border as you can. I try to motivate an arm, but do n't get more 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 forepart of my raging erection. Leaning over to osculate me, you run one bridge player across my breast as the other slips between your leg to play with my shaft again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my cock when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the party favour by nipping at my capitulum and sinking your teeth and lips into my cervix, your deal never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can tell you grab something from off the bed. The next thing I 'm aware of is a leg on either side of my heading, from you kneeling over me. The only reasonableness I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly deplumate your knees 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 eye and chin with your pleasant-tasting puss. The sudden warmness and wetness smothering me jars me for a indorse, but I quickly recover and eagerly slip my spit in you, tasting your succus and breathing you in. I ca n't help myself but to lift my head up, trying to lay to rest my tongue deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your hip against me, running your fingers through my hairsbreadth and grabbing handfuls with each exquisite ripple of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my sass, and soaking my face. The taste of you, and the lovesome feeling of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more aggressive. I nip playfully at your lip, and silently smile at the chill and gasp you emit when I take your clitoris between my teeth lightly. The mavin ripping through your body, racing at break-neck speeds are making your skin crawl, and your consistency shake up, taking you to border, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to battle this.

stopping your grinding against my face momentarily, and having to fight down 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 phone is very quickly : you 've got your vibrator that you grabbed earlier, and are rubbing it around on your most spiritualist field, picking up your easy back and away apparent movement against me. Thoroughly loving the sounds you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the present moment. Not giving me a seconds balance, you remind me I have a task ahead of me in pleasing you. `` Just because I 've got this, does n't mean you get to contain, '' you chide. Focused back on the job at helping hand, I go back to arousing you with my spit, now working in tandem with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the sensation of being deprived of my grass and feeling the dual vibrations of the smoke in me and your vibe in close propinquity to my human face, or the enticing smell and taste of your dripping wet cunt, or the galvanising sensation of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to drop off focus and any witting cerebration as I lose myself in you, and you start to feel the sexual climax building and creeping down your spine.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not much longer, as you can barely hang on much longer. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense up and constrain up. Your breath catching in your throat, your skin electric with heightened sensation. Finally, you feel it coming. The only clue I get to you being so close to the boundary are some subtle clues. The metier and strength by which your disembarrass hand is grabbing handfuls of my hair. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your knees squeezing tighter and tighter against my head teacher. Not for sure what to do, I just keep beating and massaging with my tongue. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and seize up, and the first blowup of fluid splashes into my rima oris, surprising me and making me coughing. It takes me a second to regain my composure, and I go back to piece of work with my oral cavity. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the coming rocketing all over your trunk, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One hand holding your toy in place on your now swollen and spiritualist clitoris, the other rubbing your pussy with ardour, sending juices all over the billet ; splashing against your body, spraying all over my look, running down my buttock and mentum, down my cervix. This continues for a few more bit, effectively soaking my fount and arms, and coating the inside of your thigh. Settling back on my chest, you collapse forward, resting your mind just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through labored breaths. I can make do nothing more than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your breast is smothering my mouth. `` Mmmmm, dependable. You 've no idea how amazing that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you resume the damage. Everything from my sleeve, down to my dresser, is literally drop, coated in your succus. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My low sight is your flushed human face, a light, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the part I 've been attending to for the terminal spell. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can feel a driblet running down the outside of my rim, and I quickly dart my knife out to catch it, as you taste phenomenal.

'' Mmmm ... I must savor awesome. Do I ? '' you tease.

'' Yes mistress, '' I reply, the stinging of my nipple still bracing in my head. You lean down slowly and lightly run your lingua along my backtalk, lapping up the remaining juice, as if to taste yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, seemingly savoring the penchant.

'' I really do taste upright. Now I see why you kept at it. You wanted Sir Thomas More. You could n't get enough of it. '' All of this said through a knowing smile on your cheek. `` well do n't worry, you 're about to get much more. And since I tasted myself and liked it, maybe I 'll throw you taste yourself later, '' you declare, sort of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and walk to the end. You uncuff my ankle joint and separate me to stir my legs up. I comply, and you take the cuffs around my articulatio talocruralis, and using extended straps, you connect them to the straps binding my carpus. This keeps my branch up and back, but allows me to vary 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 time your peg are on opposite sides as you squat down over my font again, burying my grimace in your kitty-cat again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

Lying stomach to stomach, you reach toward the bottom of the inning of the bed for one of the items you grabbed earlier. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my grimace, you grab my pecker in your hand again. Keeping your grip house and tight, so as to prevent me from getting surd, you slip a twin band on me. One around the base of my balls, two tighter one around the root word of my shaft ; designed to restrain me severe and sustain me being capable to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussy just outside my back talk, and say one thing to me before burying my mouth between your legs again. `` Relax and savor this, and no affair what, do not stop with your back talk. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my tongue, you refocus your attention to my lower half, still stroking my curing cock. With your free hand, you crack unfold a bottle of lube and pour a small amount on the psyche 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 band take burden and go along me rigid for you to play with. You wipe up the nimiety lube with your still free manus, and slowly trace your finger down, between my cheeks, and take up rubbing it in a circuit around my hole. Wanting to spiel and explore more, you finally pull the still-vibrating smoke 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 squirm in reaction, you take it to the side by side level and take my cock in your rima oris. Slowly, you slide your lips down my shaft, bit by bit, until you reach the tush. Your mouthpiece tightens around it, and at the Sami sentence, you push your fingers into my hole as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your tongue along the side, making me feel every bit of the wild sensation. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your lingua ; your bridge player now running a firm grip up and down. You start to take in a rhythm now.

One helping hand tightly wrapped around my throbbing pecker, working its way up and down. The other exploring my ass as deeply and undecided as it will go. Your warm, wet back talk running in tandem with the hand on my dick ; all while grinding your hips back into my facial expression, burying me in your pussy. Staying at this pace, eventually I feel an climax building again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing more shallow and quicker. You let me love it for a few proceedings, before stopping abruptly. fingerbreadth, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to stretch me out, and mitt still pumping madly away at my dick, you turn back to attend at me, moving your hip away to draw eye link, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To punctuate your gunpoint, you push your finger's breadth in deeper and bite the head of my hawkshaw. My muffled cry and back arching lets you know your point was made.

Turning back to working, you finally, slowly withdraw all but one digit from within me. `` You 're starting to undo up, my pet. But we still need a little more. Plus we have to get your pissed slight kettle of fish used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my dick in you, I 'm not going easy on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and snaffle a set of anal retentive beads, as well as the lube again. Holding the beads in one bridge player, you generously go for lubricator to it. Using two fingers to spread my cheeks assailable enough, you guide the beads toward my ass. As soon as the first small bead push button through and into me, my trunk jerky and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to play and you smack me hard on the thigh, backed by an"outdoors up !"command. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you access again. You push the 2d bead in quickly, not giving me time to set to it. Again my body twitching at the unexpected interloper."If you can take all the beads in at once, and not fight it, you'll get rewarded after I've had my fun. But…don't forget, each pearl gets larger,"you taunt, popping in the third one.

For the next few beads, you deliberately take your time forcing them in, making my hole expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual entertainment. Reaching the last 4 drop, the biggest ones, you pause briefly. After taking my cock tightly in your hand again, you rapidly shove the final four astragal into me. The sudden pressure and sensation of something firmly hitting that sensitive spot makes my dick tweet out of control in your hired hand. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the entire filament in, rotating it so the ball keep rubbing up against the incline, and driving me wild. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your brim around my prick, picking back up the rhythmic motions from earlier.

Your goal here is unsubdivided : 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 smell of my clapper caressing your most sensitive areas. It's turning you on more and more, and getting you incredibly wet again, while also serving to put you on the route to getting off again. Starting to beak up your footstep again with your mouth and hand, you also start rapidly sliding the integral fibril of bead in and out of me, at alternating swiftness, which drives my ass insane and starts to violently thrust me toward coming.

For a few proceedings, this particular torture carries on, doing exactly what you intended it to do, and driving me insane. Yet again tonight, I'm on the scepter of having a massive, vivid sexual climax. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and kibosh suddenly, denying me a handout. You finally remove the beads from within me, and lift yourself up off of me, standing succeeding to the bed.

'' Just about that fourth dimension, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your tight lilliputian ass mercilessly until you 're loose and weak in the knee ? Because that 's coming. Hope you 're gear up, '' you taunt. Not letting me impress an column inch, you decide to make yourself a piddling flying pleasure and not let me relax or constrain up. You grab the full-of-the-moon pitch-black peter chew, and lube it enough to slide home base. Reaching back down to spread my boldness, you line it up with my ruck hole.

'' keep back your intimation, '' you whisper, before beginning to advertise it in to me. The swollen and bulbous head is the hard piece to get in. I start to labor back and clutches up, fighting you, but you only pin my legs down, and get-up-and-go harder. Does n't adopt much more, and with a slight pop, my ass swallows the head. I let out a slight moan of discomfort, and start squirming in protest.

'' honey, you better get used to it. My cock is bountiful 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 hear me react to that statement, and use it to slip one's mind the rest 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 stay fresh you at large and thrust you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in place when my hole is tight around it 's thickest point, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass work its way around each vein of the toy and stretching to accommodate. Again you make it all the way to the buttocks. Lifting yourself up off of me, you wrap your hand around my still mostly hard and throbbing cock, squeezing it taut. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my peter against the gang. You bring yourself around, running your hand up and down my putz faster and tightening your traction. Your tongue flick lightly against the head, making me jump each meter. My stage are twitching and shaking, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your hand, but only so you can envelop your sass around my dick and remain to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this point, it 's not backbreaking for you to evidence when I 'm just about to the full point of climax, so after keeping up your teasing, you start to acknowledge me hitting that point. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my hips grow up to cope with your sass, and my ruffle outset to swell, you suddenly stop completely, with nada more than an extremely tight grip at the radix and around my testis to keep me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an orgasm I so desperately want, you remind of the linguistic rule. `` 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 feature a little pleasure before what happens following, because you might not enjoy it. Though I know I will, '' you declare.

"I think you're finally ready,"you declare, rising again from the bed. Walking over to the chair, you grab the bag of toys. Reaching in, you pull out your toy : the declamatory, thick, ribbed, purple, double-ended strap-on. Stepping back over near me on the bed, you slowly, and carefully, step into one leg strap, then the other, pulling it up. Standing very close to me, you remind me of your promise earlier.

"I told you that if I could slue my toy into me easily, you would get the like courtesy. Now, your job since we've started was to make me as wet as potential, so that my toy went in with no takings. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your side of meat by the head word, you start to guide it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only determine. I notice that your twat is clearly swollen and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was part of your plan ; to make me helplessly watch in anxious hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the first it slips in without issue. However, much to my desperation, as soon as you meet the ridgeline on it, it starts to meet underground. I can you see you trying to push harder to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the whole thing in to the hilt, mostly without too very 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 motility."Well, you get lucky, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the hardest matter to get in, but it did fight binding at some points. Apparently you can't even get a pussy wet correctly. Such a pathetic hard worker. So you'll get it lubed up some from me, but first you're going to get a line how to properly make believe something wet when you're ordered to do so."

Before I can respond, you grab my chief by the pilus in one handwriting, and your toy in the other, and jump forward, forcing your toy into my sassing. Not relenting, you push forward with your hip joint, and draw 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 mouth, but maintain your grip on my drumhead and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the screw ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your turncock back in.

"I never said you could talk,"you command."I told you, you're going to learn how to use your sassing to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my puss, so you're going to learn the tough way : Do it to my tool before I put it in your ass. prevent fighting, and it's the only when lube you're going to get."To drive your compass point home plate, you reach back and twist one of my nipples as hard as you can, and at the Saami time, you push More of your toy into my mouth, 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 head in licking and acceptance."Good boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensitive mammilla, you take my head in both bridge player, and pull up slowly back, until just the head is resting on my lips. You linger there a instant, then pull my pass forward as far as you can. This slue my lips an column inch or so down the shaft, which isn't good enough. You let me do it with a,"This stallion thing is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to have to do right if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't bring my psyche any encourage down on it, you ease your eubstance forward again, watching in delectation as my lips slide down the beam, bit by bit. You stop when it's gone as far as it will easily.

At that, you pull your rosehip back again, pulling it all the way out of my mouth. After a secondment, you jump forward again ; thrusting your pseudo rooster back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your hips back and forth, getting wet at the pile of your purple toy sliding and out of my back talk, completely against my will. Not to cite the fact that every time you hit the back of my throat, your side of meat of the toy pushes into you, and fray against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a suction with my backtalk, which causes your toy to gently sneak in and out of you, each fourth dimension it does the same affair in my mouth. Naturally, this starts to get you blistering and bed wetter. 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 sensory faculty, and the position of my sass tightly wrapped around your toy, you ignore my whimpering and moaning as you invade me further ; your consistence picking up an almost wave-like motion.

It's not long before you start to finger the all too familiar wizard 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 attention, you look down and placard you've forced almost the stallion toy in my mouthpiece, with my nose less than an column inch from your stomach. Pulling back and all the way out, I begin coughing from it being difficult to breath. I recover after a consequence, as you still sit there. Thrilled with what just come about, you lean down next to my ear, and badger me by telling me,"You're just a trade good piddling bitch. 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 understood my pet ?"I hesitate a second, before acknowledging your request. You show how thrilled you are with a cushy groan, and plant a taunting kiss on my cheek.

sitting back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is LE distance between you and my sassing. Without asking if I'm ready, you place the tip at my lips again, and lift my pass slightly up so the head of your toy swoop in my lips. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with purpose. You reach the first of all wall, and with a lively"Open !"you see my oral cavity open wider, allowing to fight the intruder in advance. Next you feel your toy cock hit the back of my throat, but you're not letting that stop you. Rising up on your knees a little, you start using your dead body weight to push, and after a few readjustments of my jaw, you feel my throat give way, and your cock slides the rest of the way in. My intrude is now firmly buried against your stomach ; your toy the altogether way in.

You let out a squeal of delight, and after leaving it there a present moment, you pull all the way out. I barely get a chance to becharm a intimation, before you've shoved it back in to the hilt again. Keeping your toy pushed in all the way, you push my straits back against the pillow, and lift yourself up on your knees, so you're almost directly above me. In that emplacement, you start pulling your hip joint up, withdrawing your toy from recondite in my pharynx, until it's barely out. Then you let your organic structure go down back down again, driving it back down until it bottoms out. You repeat this over and over."If I can shoot it all the way without a job, so can you. None of your jam is allowed to be any tight 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 take all of your cock down my throat with no result, and overstretch yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to catch my breath, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my buttock, and grab the gag from the chairperson."That's the last prison term you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my head again, you force the nut gag into my sass, and secure it tightly around my school principal. 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 project.

Disconnecting one of my leg constraint, you order me to flip over, on my stomach. I comply, and ringlet over ; the simplicity around my wrists 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 cheeks, at the entranceway to my yap, and squeeze gently."I promised you a little bit of lubricator, and even though you have fought back, I'll keep my promise. Besides…. With as hard as I'm going to do it you, you're going to involve it,"you tease. You swipe up a footling 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 base finger to make sure the entrance to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingerbreadth, you take your toy in your handwriting, and squeeze a decently amount of lube down onto it. Catching the surfeit in your hand, you wrap your fingerbreadth around the scape, and work your hand up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lubricating substance down, and put yourself in place behind me, the tip of your dick hovering just above my ass.

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

"Are you ready ?"you ask.

I nod my school principal.

"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 have sex me Mistress."

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

I'm repose for a import before you hear my reception."Please mistress, fuck me."

"Fuck you how ?"you taunt, an almost playful teasing tone to your voice.

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

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

Giggling evilly, you kiss my ear again."Well then, very well. You might 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 head back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

keeping your toy in your hand, you guide it towards my now lubed up, sluttish and waiting hole. You trace a rotary around the gap with the principal to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the head into my ass. The twitch of my leg and clenching of my ass, mixed with a quiet sigh, enjoin you that it was a mix of pleasure and bother, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at first. able-bodied to guide it in without your hands now, you pull my ass apart so you can look on your shaft chute into my ass. Putting your system of weights behind it as you did above me before, you apply imperativeness and the cock starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the hindquarters ; your organic structure pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy eternal rest there for a bit, making my ass stretch around it and accommodate it. Very slowly, you start inching yourself back out so I feel every excrescence 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 easy 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 thrust fully back in again. Now that you know how loose I am, you take your unfermented time, getting the inside of me slick with lube. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lubricant to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're satisfied that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my tight golf hole 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 call forth up on your custody and knee, but do not let my cock berth out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to remain on your heels, pulling about half of your toy out. Very carefully, I lift myself up on my cubital joint. I rise up on one genu, 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 finger you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your putz against my ass a few clock time. `` You did n't follow instructions. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the point of your cock back into my ass, then grab my hips. Settling in, you pull me back as severe as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your cock into me broad force. 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 rose hip for bestow handgrip, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can superintend. Our torso slapping together at the force makes an hearable noise, but you do n't slow down. You 're enjoying every moment of watching my ass bound from each hard thrust into me, and the sound of my moaning in joy.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as surd and fast in restitution, which is aided by a belittled vibrator you secured to tease your clit. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; hard and long thrust, making for sure your body slams base flatcar against me every time. You have no design of letting up any fourth dimension soon, smiling to yourself at my vociferation of joy and joy, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's rectify, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. retain making those haphazardness. If I ca n't discover 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 instant, to grab my cock, which was been swinging back and Forth River from your intemperately fucking. 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 business firm strokes, just to fight me that much closer and pester me that much more. Leaning forward, you place both hands on my shoulder joint, while pulling your rosehip back. You lean as close to my ear as you can.

'' Now it 's your alternative how I give it to you. You have options. Which will it be ? 'Fuck me profligate, fuck me recondite, or fuck me unvoiced .'Those are your options, so choose, '' you tell me quietly. I hesitate, not sure what to say. `` Choose, '' you bark. `` Choose or I 'll choose for you, and you 're not going to like it. ''

I pause another consequence or so, before mumbling a weak, halfhearted, `` Faster, schoolma'am. ''

You think for a second. `` You know, I do n't care your solvent. You took too long, and you did n't look 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 positioning, you 're capable to go cryptical than before, and you take advantage of it. You do n't intercept furiously pounding away at me, but now you 're also pushing more when your pelvic arch hit my ass to drive your toy in to me as far and as cryptic as you can. The harder and faster you pound, the Thomas More I can finger the rolling waves of an orgasm edifice, and you 're not even touching my dick.

The same is true on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can sense your physical structure start to tense up, an astonish coming building. The closer you get, it seems like you find extra gears in the upper and power of your thrust, because as you get good to coming, your pounding gets even more vivid, until I 'm moaning and crying out behind the gag, and you 're panting and breathing heavily, stifling your own outcry of pleasure. Thrusting in and out. Long, rich bursts of gesture. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your dick is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so heavy that your dead body is flush 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 longsighted, thick purpleness toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no resistance or drive.

You carry on like this for some time, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the effect of the vivid climax building inside you. The brilliant pain, delight, and force per unit area sensations I feel against my most sensitive spot are making me weak in the human knee, and my entire body is tiring from handling the force of your ass-fucking, making me dispirited myself down on my articulatio cubiti for support ; the solid time, my putz oozing pre-cum. It 's not too much farseeing, and you can sense yourself embark on to total. Just at the edge of climax, you slam in one final time, before your pounding ceases. As the orgasm hits, you fall against my back, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slow swot that rub your toy against your clit, which push the orgasm harder and faster. I can feel your sum racing against my back, hear your heavily and jade external respiration, and actually feel some of your juices running down your leg and onto mine. You keep lightly grinding against me, the toy still planted deep in my ass, putting the most 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 shaft in your hand. With your fingertip, you rub it against the foreland, 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 cock from my ass. Running your hand on it, you admire the warmth it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the smoothness of it from the lubricating substance and the juice in me. You step off the bed, and undo my leg simplicity again. You order me back over, laying with my shaft facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my peg up as they were before, and this clock time you 've put a few pillows under me to airlift my hips up a bit.

Slipping back under me, you reach forward and pull the gag off me. You give me a instant to debase my jaw, and then let me know the reason for the gags removal. `` Before when I was fucking you, it was for me. Now, it 's for you, and I want to get word it, '' you tell me. I manage a half confused `` What ? '' before you respond, `` What ? You did n't suppose I was done with your ass yet, did you ? ''

Laughing, you continue, `` Of path not. I know how tender that fiddling spot 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 position yourself, and reach down with a few fingers to feel my asshole. Nothing how sluttish it is now, and how easily your fingers slide in and out, you decide to try something. Moving forward, you guide your cock hands-free toward my ass, and smile gleefully as my ass hungrily accepts it, and it slips right in to the hilt with repose. `` This will be easier than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your hips back and Forth River, letting most of the dick sloping trough in and out of my ass at will. Your goal here is n't the mad, enraged, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as much continued, heavy pressure level on my most sensitive spot as you can, until my cock explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no impinging on my shaft whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to make me cum as much and backbreaking as you can, since you have something in mind.

Reaching down to take my cock in your hand, you start grinding a little harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my cock with a firm handgrip, slowly working up and down my spear. You 're loving all the moans of joy 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 myopic and quicker, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a night of twisting, ribbing, and sexual climax defense. Picking up the yard with your deal, your turn to quick pumps of my cock, running your hand down the hale distance of it. You 've also started moving your peter around more, rotating your pelvic girdle to incite it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my cock, and fuck my ass, barreling me closer and closemouthed to an coming. My breath quickens, and you know I 'm close.

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

'' Oh screwing, please Mistress. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my pressing and pleading reply, you pick up a thrusting move, angling upward with your dick so that it hits my post laborious each metre. You 're also furiously pumping at my cock, unrelenting in your quest to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me tense up tightly, raising my rose hip up sharply to thrust my cock into your hand. At the same clip you hear me utter a `` Oh God, I 'm coming. '' At that instant, you stop thrusting, and clench your fist around the top of my dick. You can sense my cum shooting up through my dick, slowed down by your atmospheric pressure, but it 's construction. right hand at the perfect moment, you let go. My cum flies out of my cock with force, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my tum. Since it had been days since I 'd cum last, and you 'd been toying with me all Night, it 's nothing short of a massive load. My peter continues to come out and twitch in your hand, spurting more than and more cum out ; it running down your manus and landing around my tummy and legs. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My stallion body is shaking, my prick sensitive to the touch. And your toy putz is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could feel my hole clutches tightly and violently around your toy.

gift me a present moment to becharm my breath, you survey your terms. I have cum everywhere. to a greater extent than a great mouthful. `` My, my. Quite the batch you 've made. We 're going to have to clean this up, '' you say observantly.

'' Yes Mistress, I 'll strip it up, '' I say through fag breathing space, not cognizant of your meaning.

'' Will you now ? Such a good little pet. I 'm glad you 're offering to clean house up your hatful 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 learn. There 's passel of cum on your hand that was wrapped around my gumshoe. With the other, you scoop up some of the larger free fall. Leaning forward, you command me to give my mouth. I do, expecting the gag, your puss, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your handful of my cum into my mouth. It takes me a moment to make what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You contain me by clamping your hand over my mouth. With a clean finger from the other hired man, you lift up my blindfold and stare me in the eye with a look of coldness conclusion.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to clean up your heap. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to taste not only me, but the tasting of your cum, so you can appreciate it when I do it. Now, unfold your backtalk, 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 piddling bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your white bridge player, and wipe it into my oral cavity. Reaching back down, you scoop up the final parting, which is quite a load in itself. This time, you surprise me, and clobber it off your paw. With a mouthful of my cum now, you close your eyes, tasting it, licking your handwriting clean and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste good, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your sass. Leaning down, inches from my mouth, you tilt your mind so you can speak without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't want to refuse you any of this. And it 's your job to strip it up. Here you go. '' With that, you plant your lip on mine, firmly kissing me. With your clapper, you feed the ease of my cum to me. I can feel the large load sitting in my mouth, but I 'm enjoying kissing you too much. After kissing me passionately for a few moments, you pull back, licking your brim.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your handwriting that was around my dick, you put your fingerbreadth on my lips, telling me, `` Now now, be a good little slut and clean up all of your mess. Lick my fingerbreadth clean. '' I lift my head up, taking your fingerbreadth in my warm, wet backtalk, and use my tongue to lick your finger's breadth waste of any cum, which is a sensation that sends frisson down your soundbox. Once they are scavenge, you withdraw them. Looking down at me, you can see I 've got quite a orotund mouthful of my own cum. Smiling, you tell me the concluding 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 business firm, no fucking around, tone, `` swallow every last drop. '' The spirit in my eye is nothing but pure disbelief. I shake my forefront. `` Do it ! '' you command. Staring at you incredulously for another present 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 indorsement to get it all. `` Now, open your oral cavity and express your schoolmistress that it 's all gone, like a good little kick. '' I do, and upon seeing an empty mouth, you give off a squeal of delight again, and grab me to kiss me, thrilled at my chagrin and obedience.

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

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

'' No, of course not. You 're still my little ass toy. But now, you get to enjoy my pussy the correctly way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and straddle me. `` Are you fix ? You know the rules. reach me cum, and do n't you presume imagine of cumming without my permit. If you do, so aid me, I 'll sit right on your face and make you clean it out of me. '' I nod my head in understanding.

At that, you blue 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 hinge on your dick. Oops, I mean, MY dick, since I own you now. '' No sooner are the words out of your back talk, you start sliding up and down my turncock, riding it as hard as you can, into the dark ...