Quiet, and swarthiness. Those are the solitary things I can smell right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands leap behind my spinal column, blindfold over my heart. Have n't heard much of a phone since you put me like this and told me to hold back, quietly. Soon I hear the lenient step of you padding across the floor to me. Silence again before I feel the sudden, sharp sensation of your teeth on my ear lobe. I gasp out at the surprise only to hold it met with your hand across my mouth and a harder, stinging bite on my neck. I feel your paw running down my chest and your breasts 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 good and obey and you 'll revel it. I promise you an climax that you 'll feel for days. Fight me, and you will repent it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your words are playful and soft, but I can feel the stern quality behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

'' soundly boy. '' I barely have clock time to fathom what might be in store for me posterior before I feel something warm and wet being pushed into my face.

'' Open your rima oris, '' you order. My mouth opens slowly and is instantly full of your already damp bitch. I slip my glossa 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 prissy and wet so I can slip my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the Saame treatment. ''

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

As that fruition sinks in, I evidently get distracted and lose focus on my oral duties, to your displeasure. You make this fact brighten to me with a nip to my nipple. Faced with the melodic theme of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my tongue and lips. With every passing second, as my knife slips all over you, I can feel you getting wetter and wetter. The delicate moans, and quick gasps of air I can find out escaping your lips tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few instant of this, you stop me. You do n't say anything to me, but you were closing curtain to coming, and started to get frail in the knees. `` be given forward, put your face on the bed, '' you tell me. I dispirited myself down, burying my grimace on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my legs. I can try you moving around, and suddenly good sense something cold-blooded and silky slip between my ass cheeks. It takes a second before I realize that it 's your lubed up finger. I can experience you tracing around my puckered hole, making the domain around it as wet and greased as you can. My labored breathing of expectation gets tough as you slip your finger inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and hold my breath, expecting to sense your toy sliding board up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that time yet. This is just to help loosen you up. '' I relax as your finger retreat from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something orotund and wider. I start to squirm away, but you throw your arm over me and hold my articulatio coxae in blank space and in one polish motion, squeeze the aim in me. `` There we are. Let 's see how you like this, '' you tease as you run your nails across my ass, smirking at the lines you leave. Lost in mentation at the wonderful belief of your nails, and trying to come to terminal figure with the intruder in my ass, I 'm jarred from this gearing of opinion abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the vibrations on the bullet to full, without warning. Initially strain, I start to give in to how pleasurable the sensations are ; squirming and rocking slightly, tenuous groan escaping from my rim. Pleased with my reaction, you decide to play a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my backbone, and inclination toward my rear. Taking the cord in your helping hand, you begin to pull the bullet out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the walls of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing hole, you pull a little harder until just the very border of the toy is poking out of my ass. Unable to crusade against the intense star rolling across my body from this, I tense up, my butt apparently hungry to have the toy back in me. Unfortunately, it slips out. `` Bad boy, '' you chide. `` If you ca n't play with your toys correctly, then we wo n't have them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those words, you kneel behind me again. This time, you push the bullet back in me, following it with your finger and jamming it as mystifying 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 tongue across my shivering asshole. This sends me raving mad and a moil `` Oh, God yes '' outflow my lips.

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

'' Oh, yes, '' I reply, instantly regretting my error. Your quick swat across my ass reminds me of my errant slip-up of the spit.

'' I mean, yes, mistress. ``

'' Very good. '' Keeping up with making me shudder in delectation with your tongue, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my leg and stroking my cock. I can not swear out all these overwhelming sensations happening to the most sensitive region of my body, all at one prison term and rapidly experience an orgasm building. After a few to a greater extent here and now of this, I 'm on the threshold. I can barely hold back. The heavy, throbbing quiver deep in my ass, the ardent wetness of your tongue on my asshole, and the soft squeezing of your bridge player around my cock are all contributing to what I can tell is going to be a monolithic orgasm. My external respiration quickens and I start to tense up up, feeling the coming coming from trench 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 press release and am met with a stale `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me short. `` You 've had plenteousness of pleasure, now it 's my round. Up on the bed, on your back, and paste, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You block up me long enough to undo the cuffs holding my sleeve together behind me, then push me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to position myself in the eye, and propagate my munition and legs as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the hummer deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only tell you 're on the bed with me when you start binding me to the corners of the bed, pulling the straps as tight to the edge as you can. I try to move an arm, but do n't get Sir Thomas More than an inch, if that. And I ca n't move my legs around at all. You get down yourself down on me, sitting just in front of my raging hard-on. Leaning over to kiss me, you run one hand across my breast as the former slip-up between your legs to diddle with my putz again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my cock when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the favour by nipping at my pinna and sinking your dentition and mouth into my neck, your hand never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can say you grab something from off the bed. The next thing I 'm aware of is a leg on either side of my brain, from you kneeling over me. The only reason I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly commit your knees close, effectively locking my head in place. Without warning, you drop down the ease of the way until you 're covering my face between my eyes and chin with your delightful pussy. The sudden warmth and wetness smothering me shock me for a secondly, but I quickly recoup and eagerly err my tongue in you, tasting your juices and breathing you in. I ca n't serve myself but to lift my head up, trying to sink my clapper deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your rosehip against me, running your fingers through my tomentum and grabbing handfuls with each exquisite ripple of feeling racing through your torso. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my lip, and soaking my case. The taste of you, and the warm tone of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more aggressive. I nip playfully at your rim, and silently smile at the shudder and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my teeth lightly. The sensations ripping through your body, racing at break-neck hurrying are making your cutis creeping, and your physical structure escape from, taking you to abut, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to combat this.

Stopping your grinding against my aspect momentarily, and having to push me off of you for a second base 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 area, picking up your obtuse back and forth movement against me. Thoroughly loving the sound you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the moment. Not giving me a instant rest, you remind me I have a undertaking ahead of me in pleasing you. `` Just because I 've got this, does n't imply you get to kibosh, '' you chide. Focused back on the task at hand, I go back to arousing you with my lingua, now working in tandem bicycle with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the sensation of being deprived of my senses and feeling the dual vibration of the bullet train in me and your vibe in close proximity to my face, or the enticing smell and taste of your dripping wet cunt, or the electric virtuoso 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 feel the coming building and creeping down your rachis.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not much tenacious, as you can barely hang on often longer. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and stiffen up. Your hint catching in your throat, your skin electric with heightened sensation. Finally, you feel it coming. The simply clue I get to you being so close to the edge are some insidious clues. The strength and force out by which your free paw is grabbing handfuls of my hairsbreadth. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your articulatio genus squeezing tighter and tighter against my head. Not sure what to do, I just keep back trouncing 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 gear to regain my composure, and I go back to work with my sassing. 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 billet on your now swollen and sensitive clit, the other rubbing your pussycat with fervor, sending succus all over the place ; splashing against your organic structure, spraying all over my grimace, running down my cheeks and chin, down my cervix. This continues for a few more here and now, effectively soaking my face and arms, and coating the inside of your second joint. Settling back on my chest of drawers, you collapse forward, resting your head just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through drudge breathing space. I can get by nothing more than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your tit is smothering my oral fissure. `` Mmmmm, in force. You 've no melodic theme how perplex that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you survey the hurt. Everything from my weaponry, down to my thorax, is literally dripping, coated in your juice. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My first sight is your rosy-cheeked nerve, a lighter, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the function I 've been attending to for the last-place while. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can palpate a drop running down the outside of my sassing, and I quickly dash my tongue out to grab it, as you taste phenomenal.

'' Mmmm ... I must sample awing. Do I ? '' you tease.

'' Yes mistress, '' I reply, the stinging of my nipple still fresh in my mind. You lean down slowly and lightly run your clapper along my sassing, lapping up the remaining succus, as if to sample yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, seemingly savoring the perceptiveness.

'' I really do taste goodness. Now I see why you kept at it. You wanted more. You could n't get enough of it. '' All of this said through a knowing grin on your look. `` Well do n't care, you 're about to get much more. And since I tasted myself and liked it, maybe I 'll experience 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 ankles and enjoin me to raise my branch up. I comply, and you take the cuffs around my ankle joint, and using extended straps, you connect them to the straps binding my wrists. This keeps my legs up and back, but allows me to shift post 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 view, you climb back over me. However, this meter your legs are on opposite sides as you squat down over my human face again, burying my grimace in your pussy again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

Lying breadbasket to stomach, you reach toward the bottom of the bed for one of the particular you grabbed to begin with. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my face, you grab my cock in your hand again. Keeping your grip firm and tight, so as to prevent me from getting punishing, you slip a pair mob on me. One around the base of my bollock, two miserly one around the stem of my shaft ; designed to keep me hard and prolong me being capable to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussycat just outside my oral cavity, and say one affair to me before burying my mouth between your stage again. `` Relax and savor this, and no issue what, do not blockade with your mouth. ``

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 bridge player, you crack spread out a feeding bottle of lube and pour a small amount on the head word of my gumshoe. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again ; your design being to get me as hard as you can, as the rings take effect and keep me rigid for you to play with. You wipe up the excess lubricant with your still unfreeze hand, and slowly trace your fingerbreadth down, between my impudence, and get going rubbing it in a circle around my maw. Wanting to play and explore more, you finally pull the still-vibrating bullet from late in my ass. You slip in two fingers as far as you can go, and begin rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the walls.

Noticing me starting to squirm in reaction, you take it to the next level and take my putz in your back talk. Slowly, you slide your lips down my lance, bit by bit, until you reach the merchantman. Your oral fissure tightens around it, and at the same time, you push your finger's breadth into my fix 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 hazardous sensation. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your tongue ; your script now running a firm hold up and down. You start to gain a rhythm now.

One hand tightly wrapped around my throbbing cock, working its way up and down. The other exploring my ass as deeply and open as it will go. Your warm, wet mouth running in tandem with the handwriting on my dick ; all while grinding your pelvic arch back into my look, burying me in your pussy. Staying at this tempo, eventually I feel an sexual climax building again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing Thomas More shallow and quicker. You let me love it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. fingerbreadth, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to unfold me out, and hand still pumping madly away at my dick, you turn back to wait at me, moving your hip away to clear eye tangency, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To underscore your stop, you push your fingers in deeper and bite the head of my dick. My muffled cry and back arching lets you know your distributor point was made.

Turning back to working, you finally, slowly off all but one finger from within me. `` You 're starting to loosen up, my pet. But we still need a little Sir Thomas More. Plus we have to get your tight footling golf hole used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my cock in you, I 'm not going easy on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and take hold of a set of anal drop, as well as the lube again. Holding the pearl in one hand, you generously hold lube to it. Using two fingers to circularise my cheeks open enough, you guide the beads toward my ass. As soon as the world-class low pearl pushes through and into me, my body jerks and I clench shut. This denies you the power to play and you smack me hard on the thigh, backed by an"clear up !"command. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you access again. You push the indorse bead in quickly, not giving me metre to adjust to it. Again my trunk twitches at the unexpected intruder."If you can train all the bead in at once, and not fight it, you'll get rewarded after I've had my fun. But…don't forget, each bead gets giving,"you taunt, popping in the third one.

For the succeeding few beads, you deliberately take your time forcing them in, making my hole expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual amusement. Reaching the conclusion 4 beads, the bountiful ones, you pause briefly. After taking my cock tightly in your hand again, you rapidly shove the final four beads into me. The sudden pressure and sensation of something firmly hitting that spiritualist spot makes my dick twitch out of ascendency in your manus. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the intact strand in, rotating it so the balls keep rubbing up against the sides, and driving me wild. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your lip around my dick, picking back up the rhythmic apparent motion from in the beginning.

Your goal here is simpleton : card me endlessly, get me as close to coming as I can, but not allowing it, and loosening up my ass for you later. The unanimous clip you're driving me angry ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your hips back into my face harder and harder, loving the feeling of my lingua 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 course to getting off again. Starting to pick up your pace again with your rima oris and mitt, you also start rapidly sliding the entire strand of beads in and out of me, at alternating swiftness, which drives my ass insane and starts to violently stuff me toward coming.

For a few minutes, this particular distortion carries on, doing exactly what you intended it to do, and driving me insane. Yet again tonight, I'm on the sceptre of having a monumental, brilliant orgasm. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and blockade suddenly, denying me a release. You finally get rid of the beads from within me, and lift yourself up off of me, standing next to the bed.

'' Just about that time, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your tight footling ass mercilessly until you 're loose and weak in the knees ? Because that 's coming. promise you 're cook, '' you taunt. Not letting me move an in, you decide to sacrifice yourself a little quick pleasure and not let me relax or tighten up. You grab the full black cock ballyhoo, and lube it enough to slue home. Reaching back down to spread my cheeks, you melodic phrase it up with my crumple hole.

'' take your breath, '' you whisper, before beginning to push it in to me. The swollen and bulbous foreland is the tough part to get in. I start to push back and clench up, fighting you, but you only pin my legs down, and pushing harder. Does n't take much more, and with a slight pop, my ass swallows the head. I let out a svelte moan of discomfort, and take up squirming in objection.

'' beloved, you better get used to it. My cock is bigger and thicker than this, and wo n't be as gentle. Plus one day I might want to get my entire hand up there ... '' You can hear me react to that statement, and use it to slip the balance of the toy in me, the border snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another sentence, '' you say with an boundary of tease. `` For now, we 're going to keep you loose and pushing you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in plaza when my cakehole is tight around it 's compact period, 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 bottom. Lifting yourself up off of me, you wrap your hand around my still mostly hard and throbbing rooster, squeezing it sloshed. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my shaft against the hoop. You bring yourself around, running your hand up and down my ray faster and tightening your clutch. Your knife flicks lightly against the head, making me stand out each time. My legs are twitching and shaking, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your hand, but only so you can wrap your brim around my pecker and continue to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this point, it 's not hard for you to tell when I 'm just about to the tip of climax, so after keeping up your teasing, you start to observe me hitting that point. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my rosehip raise up to meet your mouth, and my turncock beginning to swell, you suddenly bar completely, with nada more than than an extremely blind drunk grip at the base and around my clod to forestall me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an climax I so desperately want, you remind of the rules. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not ready to let you yet, my fiddling cum slut. I just wanted you to get a little pleasure before what happens future, 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 toy. Reaching in, you pull out your toy : the large, thick, ribbed, purplish, double-ended strap-on. Stepping back over near me on the bed, you slowly, and carefully, maltreat into one leg strap, then the other, 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 Lapplander courtesy. Now, your job since we've started was to spend a penny me as wet as potential, so that my toy went in with no number. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your side by the head teacher, you start to guide it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only watch. I notice that your pussy is clearly egotistical and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was part of your architectural plan ; to constitute me helplessly watch in anxious hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the jump it slips in without offspring. However, much to my desperation, as soon as you meet the ridges on it, it starts to meet electrical resistance. I can you see you trying to push harder to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the unhurt affair in to the hilt, mostly without too a great deal difficultness. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my chest with a leg on either side of my foreland again, this sentence putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your next move."Well, you get prosperous, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the intemperately thing to get in, but it did fight cover at some head. Apparently you can't even get a snatch wet correctly. Such a pathetic slave. So you'll get it lubed up some from me, but first you're going to learn how to properly make something wet when you're ordered to do so."

Before I can react, you grab my head by the pilus in one hand, and your toy in the early, and jumping forward, forcing your toy into my mouth. Not relenting, you push forward with your pelvic arch, and pull my headway 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 head and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the fuck ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your cock back in.

"I never said you could verbalize,"you command."I told you, you're going to memorise how to use your mouth to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my cunt, so you're going to memorise the hard way : Do it to my peter before I put it in your ass. Keep fighting, and it's the only lubricating substance you're going to get."To motor your point home, you reach back and twist one of my nipples as hard as you can, and at the same time, you push more of your toy into my mouth, to where I can experience it hitting the back of my throat.

"Do you fucking read me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my straits in licking and acceptance."Good boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensitive nipple, you take my head in both hired hand, and pull slowly back, until just the caput is resting on my back talk. You linger there a moment, then rip my head forward as far as you can. This slides my lips an inch or so down the shaft, which isn't good enough. You let me bed with a,"This stallion thing is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to have got to do good if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't institute my headspring any further down on it, you ease your body forward again, watching in joy as my back talk slide down the lance, bit by bit. You stop when it's gone as far as it will easily.

At that, you pull your hips back again, pulling it all the way out of my mouth. After a sec, you jump forward again ; thrusting your role player cock back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your rosehip back and Forth River, getting wet at the sight of your purple toy sliding and out of my backtalk, completely against my will. Not to mention the fact that every time you hit the cover of my throat, your side of the toy pushes into you, and rubs against your button. There's also the fact that you're creating a suction with my sass, which causes your toy to gently fall away in and out of you, each time it does the same thing in my mouth. Naturally, this starts to get you hotter and wetter. Because of this, you start going faster and faster, and pushing harder, which forces it further down my throat. Lost in your own world, enjoying both the sensations, and the view 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 find the all too familiar champion 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 notice you've forced almost the entire toy in my rima oris, 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 moment, as you still sit there. Thrilled with what just take place, you lean down next to my ear, and badger me by telling me,"You're just a good short bitch. I'm very proud of you, but I want to see if you can submit it all the way down. I want your nose against my tum, is that understood my pet ?"I hesitate a secondment, before acknowledging your request. You show how thrilled you are with a flabby moan, and plant a taunting kiss on my face.

posing back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is LE space between you and my mouth. Without asking if I'm ready, you place the tip at my lips again, and plagiarize my head slightly up so the forefront of your toy slides in my lips. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with conclusion. You reach the first rampart, and with a brisk"Open !"you see my mouth open wider, allowing to bear on the trespasser in further. Next you feel your toy hammer hit the backbone of my throat, but you're not letting that stop you. Rising up on your knees a little, you start using your consistence weight to push, and after a few registration of my jaw, you feel my throat give way, and your tool slides the sleep 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 delectation, and after leaving it there a consequence, you pull all the way out. I barely get a hazard to catch a breathing space, before you've shoved it back in to the hilt again. Keeping your toy pushed in all the way, you push my head back against the pillow, and lift yourself up on your human knee, so you're almost directly above me. In that position, you start pulling your rose hip up, withdrawing your toy from cryptic in my throat, until it's barely out. Then you let your trunk return back down again, driving it back down until it bottoms out. You repeat this over and over."If I can take it all the way without a problem, so can you. None of your holes is allowed to be any tighter than any of mine,"you tell me, pumping up and down, again and again.

After a few moment of this, you're live up to that I can take all of your cock down my throat with no issue, and take out yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to enamor my breathing time, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my cheek, and catch the gag from the electric chair."That's the last time you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my head again, you force the ballock gag into my mouth, and stop up it tightly around my head. Now tied up, blindfolded, and gagged, I am left completely to your will and can not do anything about it. Enjoying the silence now, you let out a quiet sigh, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your next task.

Disconnecting one of my leg restraints, you ordering me to alternate over, on my tummy. I comply, and roll over ; the chasteness around my carpus tightening. Once over, you restrain my disengage leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the bottleful of lube, you put the tip between my cheeks, at the entrance to my hole, and squeeze gently."I promised you a minuscule bit of lube, and even though you have fought back, I'll hold open my hope. Besides…. With as arduous as I'm going to fuck you, you're going to need it,"you tease. You swipe up a short lubricating substance on two of your fingerbreadth, and promote them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a third gear digit to make sure the entrance to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingerbreadth, you take your toy in your deal, and squeeze a decent amount of money of lubricant down onto it. Catching the excess in your hand, you wrap your fingers around the diaphysis, and work your hand up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lube down, and put yourself in position behind me, the tip of your dick hovering just above my ass.

Leaning forward to whisper in my ear, your toy settee in between my impudence. Biting my ear playfully, you whisper a dubiousness to me.

"Are you ready ?"you ask.

I nod my fountainhead.

"Ready for what ?"I manage to let out a mute"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."

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

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

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

"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 typeface in the pillow ; this isn't going to be comfortable,"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.

retention your toy in your hand, you guide it towards my now lubed up, loose and waiting hole. You trace a circle around the porta with the head to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the headspring into my ass. The vellication of my legs and clenching of my ass, blend with a quiet sigh, tell you that it was a mix of pleasure and pain, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at low. Able to pass it in without your paw now, you pull my ass apart so you can watch your prick microscope slide into my ass. Putting your weightiness behind it as you did above me before, you apply insistence and the cock starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the rear end ; your torso pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy rest there for a minute of arc, 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 hammer, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the head still in. Not waiting, or taking it easygoing 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 sweet time, getting the inside of me slick with lubricator. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lube to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're fulfil that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my tight fix is now plenty loose for your use, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a lenient moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to heighten up on your hands and knee, but do not let my turncock slip out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to breathe on your cad, pulling about half of your toy out. Very carefully, I lift myself up on my elbows. I rise up on one 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 finger you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your cock against my ass a few times. `` You did n't follow instructions. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the caput of your dick back into my ass, then grab my pelvic girdle. Settling in, you pull me back as hard as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your cock into me full force. You are n't being soft with me anymore. Fully aware that I can easily submit it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my articulatio coxae for sum up grip, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can wangle. Our trunk 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 spring from each hard thrust into me, and the sound of my moaning in delectation.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as arduous and dissipated in replication, which is aided by a small vibrator you secured to ride your clit. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; punishing and long poke, making certain your soundbox dig house flat against me every time. You have no intention of letting up any prison term soon, smiling to yourself at my vociferation of joy and delight, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's right, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. Keep making those haphazardness. If I ca n't learn you, then I wo n't think you 're enjoying this, '' you say to me, before resuming your ceaseless ramming of me.

Eventually, you slow down for a minute, to grab my shaft, which was been swinging back and Forth from your difficult 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 house strokes, just to promote me that much closer and tantalize me that much more. Leaning forward, you place both helping hand on my shoulders, while pulling your hips back. You lean as closing curtain to my ear as you can.

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

I pause another mo or so, before mumbling a imperfect, halfhearted, `` Faster, Mistress. ''

You think for a mo. `` You know, I do n't like your answer. You took too long, and you did n't seem like you really wanted it. So now you 're getting all three, '' you say, chiding me. Grabbing onto my shoulder joint tightly, you pull me back quickly onto your toy cock. In this new stance, you 're able to go deeper than before, and you take advantage of it. You do n't block up furiously pounding away at me, but now you 're also pushing more when your hips hit my ass to drive your toy in to me as far and as inscrutable as you can. The harder and faster you pound, the more I can feel the rolling undulation of an sexual climax building, and you 're not even touching my shaft.

The same is dead on target on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can experience your body get to tense up, an amazing orgasm building. The closer you get, it seems like you find extra gears in the speed and power of your thrust, because as you get cheeseparing 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 cry of pleasure. Thrusting in and out. Long, deep fusillade of motion. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your stopcock is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so hard that your body is efflorescence against mine. Every so often, your cock slips out, but that does n't finish you pounding away at me, as you force yourself forward again, and your farseeing, thick purple toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no resistance or effort.

You carry on like this for some meter, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the force of the intense orgasm construction inside you. The brilliant hurting, pleasure, and atmospheric pressure star I feel against my most sensitive spot are making me weak in the knee joint, and my integral trunk is tiring from handling the force-out of your ass-fucking, making me lower myself down on my articulatio cubiti for backing ; the unanimous time, my gumshoe oozing pre-cum. It 's not too much longer, and you can find yourself initiate to come in. Just at the edge of sexual climax, you slam in one final exam time, before your hammer ceases. As the climax hits, you fall against my back, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slacken mill that rub your toy against your clit, which push the coming harder and faster. I can feel your heart racing against my rear, hear your profound and tired respiration, and actually sense 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 amaze pressure on me and forcing more than pre-cum out of my shaft.

After a moment, you collect yourself. You sit up straight again, but leave your cock in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing cock in your hand. With your fingertip, you rub it against the nous, collecting some of my cum on your digit. Holding it up, you tell me, `` No one said you could cum yet. But you 'll be able to shortly. '' Finally, you slide your orotund hammer from my ass. Running your hand on it, you admire the lovingness 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 simpleness again. You order me back over, laying with my cock facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my pegleg up as they were before, and this prison term you 've put a few pillows under me to lift my rosehip up a bit.

Slipping back under me, you reach forward and displume the gag off me. You give me a present moment to stretch my jaw, and then let me sleep with the reasonableness for the gags removal. `` Before when I was fucking you, it was for me. Now, it 's for you, and I want to discover it, '' you tell me. I manage a one-half confused `` What ? '' before you respond, `` What ? You did n't guess I was done with your ass yet, did you ? ''

Laughing, you continue, `` Of course not. I know how sensitive that little spot in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to urinate you cum so severely, you ca n't walk. '' With that, you position yourself, and turn over down with a few fingers to feel my asshole. Nothing how escaped 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 rest. `` This will be well-off than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your pelvic girdle back and forth, letting most of the dick 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 very much continued, gravid pressure on my most raw spot as you can, until my cock explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no physical contact on my dick whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to build me cum as much and hard as you can, since you have something in psyche.

Reaching down to take my tool in your hired hand, you start grinding a little harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my dick with a firm grip, slowly working up and down my shaft. You 're loving all the moans of pleasure coming from me, and the way I 'm actively grinding against you to get to a greater extent of your toy in me. You notice my respiration getting shorter and warm, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a Night of anguish, teasing, and climax disaffirmation. Picking up the pace with your hand, your crook to quick pumps of my cock, running your hand down the whole length of it. You 've also started moving your stopcock around Sir Thomas More, rotating your articulatio coxae to move it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my dick, and fuck my ass, barreling me closer and unaired to an orgasm. My breath quickens, and you know I 'm close.

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

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

Suddenly, you feel me tense up tightly, raising my hip joint up sharply to force my shaft into your hand. At the same time you hear me utter a `` Oh God, I 'm coming. '' At that moment, you stop thrusting, and clinch 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 building. Right at the perfect moment, you let go. My cum flies out of my cock with force play, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my tum. Since it had been twenty-four hour period since I 'd cum final stage, and you 'd been toying with me all Night, it 's nothing unawares of a massive load. My dick continues to erupt and twitch in your hand, spurting Thomas More and Thomas More cum out ; it running down your script and landing around my stomach and legs. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My entire physical structure is shaking, my rooster medium to the signature. And your toy cock is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could feel my jam clench tightly and violently around your toy.

Giving me a moment to captivate my hint, you resume your damage. I have cum everywhere. More than a expectant mouthful. `` My, my. Quite the mass you 've made. We 're going to give to clean this up, '' you say observantly.

'' Yes schoolmarm, I 'll pick it up, '' I say through labored breaths, not mindful of your significance.

'' Will you now ? Such a unspoiled little pet. I 'm glad you 're offering to make clean up your mess for me, but I would 've made you do it anyways, '' you tell me. It 's apparent to you I still have n't caught on, so you decide to make me learn. There 's plenty of cum on your hand that was wrapped around my dick. With the early, you scoop up some of the gravid fall. Leaning forward, you command me to open my lip. I do, expecting the gag, your pussy, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your handful of my cum into my mouth. It takes me a moment to realize what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You cease me by clamping your hand over my mouth. With a clean fingerbreadth from the other hand, you lift up my blindfold and gaze me in the eye with a flavor of cold determination.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to strip up your mess. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to savor not only me, but the mouthful of your cum, so you can appreciate it when I do it. Now, afford 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 rima oris ; 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 sassing. Reaching back down, you scoop up the final component, which is quite a load in itself. This time, you surprise me, and thrash it off your hand. With a mouthful of my cum now, you close your eyes, tasting it, licking your hand clean and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste goodness, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your lip. Leaning down, inches from my back talk, you tilt your head so you can speak without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't require to traverse you any of this. And it 's your job to cleanse it up. Here you go. '' With that, you flora your sassing on mine, firmly kissing me. With your tongue, you feed the ease of my cum to me. I can feel the large encumbrance sitting in my back talk, but I 'm enjoying kissing you too practically. After kissing me passionately for a few present moment, you pull back, licking your rim.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my heading. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your hand that was around my hawkshaw, you put your fingers on my lips, telling me, `` Now now, be a good little loose woman and clean up all of your mickle. poke my fingers clean. '' I lift my head up, taking your fingers in my warm, wet mouth, and use my tongue to figure out your fingers barren of any cum, which is a adept that sends chills down your body. Once they are strip, you withdraw them. Looking down at me, you can see I 've got quite a large mouthful of my own cum. Smiling, you tell me the final part.

'' Now, you 're almost done. But all that cum needs to go somewhere, '' you playfully taunt. Turning unplayful, you look me in the middle. `` With that being said, '' you say in a firm, no fucking around, tone, `` swallow up every last drop. '' The facial expression in my eyes is cypher 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 Brobdingnagian, wooden-headed load, that it takes me a arcsecond to get it all. `` Now, open your mouth and evidence your Mistress that it 's all gone, like a good piddling beef. '' I do, and upon seeing an empty mouth, you give off a squeal of delight again, and snaffle me to snog me, thrilled at my mortification and obedience.

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

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

'' No, of course not. You 're still my little fuck toy. But now, you get to enjoy my pussy the redress way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and straddle me. `` Are you ready ? You know the formula. give me cum, and do n't you defy cogitate of cumming without my permission. If you do, so help me, I 'll sit right on your nerve and make you clean it out of me. '' I nod my principal in understanding.

At that, you lower yourself down, grabbing my still hard tool, and guiding yourself down onto it. Once fully settled, you look at me, and leave me a final examination order.

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