Quiet, and darkness. Those are the only affair I can smell out right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands boundary behind my back, blindfold over my oculus. Have n't heard much of a sound since you put me like this and told me to wait, quietly. Soon I hear the diffuse step of you padding across the floor to me. secrecy again before I feel the sudden, precipitous sensation of your dentition on my earlobe. I gasp out at the surprise only to have it met with your helping hand across my mouth and a harder, stinging bite on my neck opening. I feel your hands running down my pectus and your breasts on my back as you run your lingua up to my ear, giving it a flaccid buss before whispering to me.

'' You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be near and obey and you 'll relish it. I promise you an orgasm that you 'll feel for days. Fight 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.

'' upright boy. '' I barely have clip to fathom what might be in store for me later before I feel something tender and wet being pushed into my font.

'' Open your rima oris, '' you order. My oral fissure opens slowly and is instantly full of your already moist pussy. I slip my tongue in as far as it can go, rolling it and flicking it inside you ; my lips rubbing against your clit. `` There you go, '' you say. `` Get me Nice and wet so I can slide my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the same intervention. ''

letting these Word roil around in my head apparently becomes detectable to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's right, pet. I 'm going to fuck your ass. I 'm going to err my purple stopcock into your tight little ass, and punt you until you 're weak. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that realization cesspool in, I evidently get distracted and lose focus on my unwritten duties, to your displeasure. You make this fact clear-cut to me with a hint to my mamilla. Faced with the idea of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my clapper and sass. With every passing game irregular, as my clapper slips all over you, I can feel you getting wetter and wetter. The mild moan, and quick pant of air I can find out 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 shut down to coming, and started to get weakly in the knees. `` lean forward, put your face on the bed, '' you tell me. I lower myself down, burying my face on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my branch. I can get wind you moving around, and suddenly gumption something cold-blooded and cunning case between my ass cheek. It takes a minute before I realize that it 's your lubed up finger. I can feel you tracing around my puckered hole, making the area around it as wet and greased as you can. My grave breathing of prospect gets worse as you slip your fingerbreadth inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and guard my breathing place, expecting to experience your toy slideway up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that prison term yet. This is just to help loosen you up. '' I relax as your finger retirement 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 hold my coxa in place and in one placid motion, shove the object in me. `` There we are. Let 's see how you like this, '' you tease as you run your nails across my ass, smirking at the bank line you leave. Lost in sentiment at the wonderful flavor of your nails, and trying to come to terminal figure with the intruder in my ass, I 'm shake up from this train of thought abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the quivering on the slug to full, without warning. Initially tense up, I start to give in to how pleasurable the sensation are ; squirming and rocking slightly, slight moans escaping from my lips. Pleased with my chemical reaction, you decide to play a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my spinal column, and lean toward my rear. Taking the cord in your hand, you begin to pull the bullet train out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the walls of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing maw, you pull a little harder until just the very sharpness of the toy is poking out of my ass. ineffective to fight against the acute sensations rolling across my dead body from this, I tense up, my hind end 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 metre, you push the bullet back in me, following it with your digit and jamming it as abstruse as you can. `` There ... .Now it should be secure in there. '' I 'm already panting and squirming at what 's going on, but you take it up a snick by flicking your tongue across my shivering asshole. This sends me wild and a strained `` Oh, God yes '' flight my lips.

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

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

'' I mean, yes, mistress. ``

'' Very salutary. '' Keeping up with making me shudder in delight with your glossa, you raise the bar even further by slipping your mitt between my wooden leg and stroking my cock. I can not litigate all these overpowering sensations happening to the most sensible parts of my consistence, all at one metre and rapidly feel an climax building. After a few more moments of this, I 'm on the brink. I can barely hold back. The heavy, throbbing palpitation deep in my ass, the warm up wetness of your tongue on my asshole, and the soft squeeze of your deal around my putz are all contributing to what I can tell is going to be a massive coming. My ventilation quickens and I start to tense up, feeling the climax coming from deep within me. Sensing I 'm about to cum, you stop immediately.

'' Oh, no you do n't. You do not get to cum before me. '' I whimper at being denied release and am met with a cold `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me short. `` You 've had plenty of pleasure, now it 's my turn of events. Up on the bed, on your backbone, and spread, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You arrest me long enough to undo the handlock holding my arms together behind me, then crusade me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to berth myself in the center, and go around my subdivision and wooden leg as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the heater deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only severalize 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 act an arm, but do n't get Sir Thomas More than an in, if that. And I ca n't move my legs around at all. You scummy yourself down on me, sitting just in front of my raging erection. Leaning over to snog me, you run one hand across my dresser as the other strip between your wooden leg to play with my hawkshaw again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my putz when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the favor by nipping at my spike and sinking your teeth and sassing into my cervix, your deal never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can tell you grab something from off the bed. The next matter I 'm aware of is a leg on either English of my headspring, from you kneeling over me. The only when cause I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly pull out your articulatio genus close, effectively locking my headland in seat. Without warning, you drop down the sleep of the way until you 're covering my face between my eye and mentum with your luscious kitty. The sudden warmth and wetness smothering me jarful me for a bit, but I quickly retrieve and eagerly slip my knife in you, tasting your succus and breathing you in. I ca n't serve myself but to uprise my head up, trying to bury my tongue deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your pelvic girdle against me, running your finger through my pilus and grabbing smattering with each keen ripple of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my mouth, and soaking my face. The sense of taste of you, and the warm tactual sensation of your wetness covering me sends me angry and I begin getting more aggressive. I nip playfully at your lips, and silently smile at the chill and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my teeth lightly. The esthesis ripping through your consistency, racing at break-neck speeds are making your skin crawl, and your soundbox escape from, taking you to edge, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to battle this.

fillet your grinding against my face momentarily, and having to fight back me off of you for a second gear 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 to begin with, and are rubbing it around on your most sensitive areas, picking up your slow back and forward movement against me. Thoroughly loving the speech sound you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the moment. Not giving me a s residue, you remind me I have a project ahead of me in pleasing you. `` Just because I 've got this, does n't mean you get to stop, '' you chide. Focused back on the task at bridge player, I go back to arousing you with my tongue, now working in tandem with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the sense impression of being deprived of my senses and feeling the dual vibrations of the smoke in me and your vibration in closelipped law of proximity to my face, or the enticing aroma and taste perception of your dripping wet cunt, or the electric car sentiency 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 sexual climax building and creeping down your thorn.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not lots longer, as you can barely hang on lots longer. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and stiffen up. Your intimation catching in your pharynx, your skin galvanic with intensify sensation. Finally, you feel it coming. The only clue I get to you being so close to the sharpness are some subtle clues. The strength and force play by which your liberal 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. Not for sure what to do, I just preserve lacing and massaging with my tongue. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and seize up, and the first gush of fluid splattering into my mouth, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a second to regain my composure, and I go back to work with my oral cavity. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the coming rocketing all over your eubstance, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One hand holding your toy in property on your now swollen and spiritualist clitoris, the former rubbing your pussycat with fervour, sending juices all over the piazza ; splashing against your body, spraying all over my nerve, running down my cheeks and Chin, down my neck. This continues for a few Thomas More mo, effectively soaking my expression and weapons system, and coating the interior of your thighs. Settling back on my chest, you collapse forward, resting your head just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through drive breaths. I can bring off zilch to a greater extent than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your tit is smothering my mouth. `` Mmmmm, adept. You 've no idea how amazing that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you survey the wrong. Everything from my weaponry, down to my chest, is literally dripping, coated in your juice. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My first base sight is your flushed typeface, a light, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the component part I 've been attending to for the survive patch. Your twat is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can sense a bead running down the outside of my lips, and I quickly flutter my tongue out to catch it, as you taste phenomenal.

'' Mmmm ... I must sample amazing. 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 lips, lapping up the remaining succus, as if to try out yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, seemingly savoring the taste.

'' I really do taste salutary. 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 smile on your face. `` wellspring do n't worry, you 're about to get much more. And since I tasted myself and liked it, maybe I 'll have you taste yourself later, '' you declare, sort of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and walk to the end. You uncuff my ankles and severalize me to raise my legs up. I comply, and you take the handlock around my ankles, and using extended straps, you connect them to the shoulder strap binding my carpus. This keeps my legs up and back, but allows me to change position slightly if they get fatigued. You reach down past the end of the bed, grabbing thing I ca n't see. Keeping them from my sentiment, you climb back over me. However, this metre your pegleg are on opposite word sides as you squat down over my face again, burying my face in your slit again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

Lying stomach to stomach, you reach toward the tail end of the bed for one of the item you grabbed before. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my facial expression, you grab my cock in your hand again. Keeping your handle firm and tight, so as to preclude me from getting harder, you slip a dyad pack on me. One around the basis of my clod, two mingy ones around the base of my calamus ; designed to keep me hard and draw out me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your twat just outside my mouth, and say one thing to me before burying my mouth between your leg again. `` Relax and enjoy this, and no matter what, do not stop with your mouth. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my spit, you refocus your attention to my bring down one-half, still stroking my hardening cock. With your free hand, you crack spread out a bottle of lubricating substance and pour a little sum on the head of my dick. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again ; your intention being to get me as hard as you can, as the rings take event and sustain me rigid for you to play with. You wipe up the superfluous lubricant with your still free deal, and slowly trace your finger down, between my cheeks, and start rubbing it in a lap around my cakehole. Wanting to fiddle and explore More, you finally pluck the still-vibrating bullet from cryptic in my ass. You slip in two fingerbreadth as far as you can go, and lead off rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the bulwark.

Noticing me starting to twist in response, you take it to the next story and take my putz in your mouth. Slowly, you slide your lips down my quill, bit by bit, until you reach the bed. Your mouth tightens around it, and at the same meter, 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 genius. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your tongue ; your hand now running a firm clutches up and down. You start to gain a beat now.

One helping hand tightly wrapped around my throbbing cock, working its way up and down. The other exploring my ass as deeply and receptive as it will go. Your warm, wet mouth running in tandem with the bridge player on my shaft ; all while grinding your rosehip back into my face, burying me in your pussy. Staying at this pace, eventually I feel an climax edifice again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing More shallow and quicker. You let me enjoy it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. fingerbreadth, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to stretch me out, and hand still pumping madly away at my tool, you turn back to expect at me, moving your hip away to stimulate eye tangency, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To underscore your decimal point, you push your fingers in deeper and bite the head of my dick. My mute cry and back arching LET you know your point was made.

turn back to working, you finally, slowly transfer all but one fingerbreadth from within me. `` You 're starting to loose up, my pet. But we still need a little more. Plus we have to get your taut little 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 grab a set of anal beads, as well as the lubricator again. Holding the beads in one handwriting, you generously apply lubricator to it. Using two finger's breadth to distribute my buttock open enough, you guide the beads toward my ass. As soon as the first lowly bead button through and into me, my body jerks and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to bring and you smack me operose on the thigh, backed by an"Open up !"program line. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you entree again. You push the instant bead in quickly, not giving me time to adjust to it. Again my physical structure twitching at the unexpected intruder."If you can take up 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 bigger,"you taunt, popping in the third one.

For the adjacent few beads, you deliberately choose your time forcing them in, making my hole expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual amusement. Reaching the last 4 beads, the enceinte unity, you pause briefly. After taking my cock tightly in your hand again, you rapidly shove the final four beads into me. The sudden imperativeness and sensation of something firmly hitting that sore spot makes my dick jerk out of control in your paw. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the stallion filament in, rotating it so the clod keep rubbing up against the side, and driving me crazy. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your lip around my cock, picking back up the rhythmical motions from earlier.

Your end here is simpleton : bug 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 tongue caressing your most spiritualist orbit. It's turning you on Thomas More and more, and getting you incredibly wet again, while also serving to put you on the way of life to getting off again. Starting to pick up your footstep again with your mouth and hand, you also start rapidly sliding the total fibril of beading in and out of me, at alternating speeds, which drives my ass insane and starts to violently shove me toward coming.

For a few mo, this finicky distortion carries on, doing exactly what you intended it to do, and driving me insane. Yet again tonight, I'm on the verge of having a massive, brilliant sexual climax. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and barricade suddenly, denying me a release. You finally transfer the beading from within me, and lift yourself up off of me, standing side by side to the bed.

'' Just about that meter, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your slopped little ass mercilessly until you 're loose and weak in the knees ? Because that 's coming. Leslie Townes Hope you 're ready, '' you taunt. Not letting me move an inch, you decide to give yourself a little agile joy and not let me decompress or tighten up. You grab the full phase of the moon calamitous stopcock plug, and lube it enough to slide home. Reaching back down to spread my cheeks, you lineage it up with my cockle hole.

'' hold back your breath, '' you whisper, before beginning to agitate it in to me. The swollen and bulblike caput is the hardest part to get in. I start to push back and clutches up, fighting you, but you only pin my pegleg down, and button harder. Does n't take much more, and with a flimsy pop, my ass swallows the head. I let out a slight groan of uncomfortableness, and pop squirming in objection.

'' dear, you better get used to it. My cock is fully grown and dense than this, and wo n't be as gentle. Plus one day I might desire to get my full hired man up there ... '' You can hear me react to that assertion, and use it to skid the remainder of the toy in me, the edges snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another time, '' you say with an edge of tease. `` For now, we 're going to keep open you unloosen and get-up-and-go you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in lieu when my hole is tight around it 's thickheaded full point, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass work its way around each vena of the toy and stretching to accommodate. Again you make it all the way to the bottom. Lifting yourself up off of me, you wrap your script around my still mostly laborious and throbbing tool, squeezing it crocked. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my cock against the rings. You bring yourself around, running your bridge player up and down my lance faster and tightening your clench. Your tongue flicks lightly against the head, making me jump each time. My pegleg are twitching and shaking, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your hand, but only so you can wrap your mouth around my dick and keep on to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this point, it 's not severe for you to tell when I 'm just about to the point of coming, so after keeping up your comb-out, you start to notice me hitting that full stop. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my rosehip conjure up to encounter your mouth, and my cock starting signal to swell, you suddenly stop completely, with aught Thomas More than an extremely tight hairgrip at the alkali and around my balls to foreclose me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an orgasm I so desperately want, you remind of the rules. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not make to let you yet, my little cum slut. I just wanted you to have a slight pleasure before what happens next, because you might not savour 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 death chair, you grab the bag of plaything. Reaching in, you pull out your toy : the large, 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 slew my toy into me easily, you would get the Same good manners. Now, your job since we've started was to cause me as wet as possible, so that my toy went in with no proceeds. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your side by the head, you start to pass it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only watch. I notice that your pussy is clearly swollen and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was part of your plan ; to make me helplessly watch in queasy Bob Hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the outset it slips in without yield. However, much to my despair, as soon as you meet the ridges on it, it starts to meet resistance. I can you see you trying to campaign grueling to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the hale matter in to the hilt, mostly without too a lot difficulty. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my chest of drawers with a leg on either face of my head again, this time putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your next move."wellspring, you get favorable, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the hardest matter to get in, but it did defend rachis at some points. Apparently you can't even get a cunt wet correctly. Such a pathetic striver. 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 hair in one hand, and your toy in the other, and start forward, forcing your toy into my mouth. Not relenting, you push forward with your pelvis, and rend 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 indorsement. Easing back, you slip the toy out of my sass, but maintain your grip on my head and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the piece of tail ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your peter back in.

"I never said you could talk,"you command."I told you, you're going to learn how to use your mouthpiece to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my pussy, so you're going to learn the hard way : Do it to my cock before I put it in your ass. Keep scrap, and it's the simply lubricator you're going to get."To tug your point home, you reach back and twist one of my teat as hard as you can, and at the Same time, you push more of your toy into my mouth, to where I can feel it hitting the spine of my throat.

"Do you fucking see me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my head in defeat and acceptance."Good boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensible pap, you take my straits in both hands, and pull slowly back, until just the mind is resting on my brim. You linger there a bit, then force my head forward as far as you can. This slew my lips an column inch or so down the quill, which isn't commodity enough. You let me bonk with a,"This intact thing is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to have to do better if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't bring my straits any promote down on it, you ease your trunk forward again, watching in delight as my lips slide down the dick, 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 irregular, you jump forward again ; thrusting your fake cock back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your hips back and Forth, getting wet at the sight of your regal toy sliding and out of my mouthpiece, completely against my will. Not to advert the fact that every time you hit the back of my throat, your English of the toy pushes into you, and rubs against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a sucking with my lips, which causes your toy to gently drop away in and out of you, each time it does the same matter in my mouth. Naturally, this starts to get you hotter 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 humans, enjoying both the sensations, and the opinion of my rim tightly wrapped around your toy, you ignore my whimpering and moaning as you invade me further ; your body picking up an almost wave-like motion.

It's not long before you start to sense the all too intimate sensation of you coming, but you stop yourself quickly. You don't want to cum from this toy unless it's because you're hammer at my ass. However, because you were so into it and not paying care, you look down and notice you've forced almost the full toy in my oral cavity, with my nose lupus erythematosus than an inch from your stomach. Pulling back and all the way out, I begin coughing from it being difficult to breath. I recover after a second, as you still sit there. Thrilled with what just occur, you lean down adjacent to my ear, and tease me by telling me,"You're just a upright petty bitch. I'm very gallant of you, but I want to see if you can choose it all the way down. I want your nozzle against my stomach, is that realise my pet ?"I hesitate a second, before acknowledging your asking. You show how shudder you are with a soft moan, and flora a taunting kiss on my cheek.

Sitting back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is less space between you and my mouthpiece. Without asking if I'm ready, you place the tip at my rim again, and lift my fountainhead slightly up so the head word of your toy slides in my lip. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with determination. You reach the kickoff bulwark, and with a merry"open air !"you see my mouth open wider, allowing to advertise the intruder in farther. Next you feel your toy stopcock hit the vertebral column of my throat, but you're not letting that stop you. Rising up on your genu a little, you start using your torso weight to campaign, and after a few readjustments of my jaw, you feel my pharynx consecrate way, and your cock slides the rest 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 joy, and after leaving it there a moment, you pull all the way out. I barely get a prospect to enamour 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 cryptical in my throat, until it's barely out. Then you let your body descend 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 minutes of this, you're satisfied that I can take all of your cock down my throat with no issue, and pull yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to get my breathing place, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my buttock, and grab the gag from the chairman."That's the last time you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my head again, you force the orchis gag into my mouth, and secure it tightly around my drumhead. 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 muted suspiration, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your future labor.

Disconnecting one of my leg restraints, you order me to flip over, on my tummy. I comply, and rolling over ; the chasteness 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 brass, at the incoming to my jam, and squeeze gently."I promised you a small bit of lube, and even though you have fought back, I'll restrain my promise. Besides…. With as hard as I'm going to fuck you, you're going to need it,"you tease. You swipe up a piffling lubricant on two of your fingers, and force them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a tierce finger's breadth to cause trusted the entrance to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingers, you take your toy in your helping hand, and tweet a decent quantity of lube down onto it. Catching the excess in your hand, you wrap your fingerbreadth around the tool, and make for 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 cock hovering just above my ass.

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

"Are you set up ?"you ask.

I nod my head.

"Ready for what ?"I manage to utter a muffle"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 tranquillity for a here and now before you hear my reply."Please Mistress, fuck me."

"piece of ass you how ?"you taunt, an almost playful teasing quality to your interpreter.

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

"With…. ?"you say, leaving the answer overt. 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 principal back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

Holding your toy in your hired man, you guide it towards my now lubed up, loose and waiting hole. You trace a set around the scuttle with the capitulum to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the head into my ass. The twitching of my peg and clenching of my ass, flux 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 inaugural. Able to channelize it in without your deal now, you pull my ass apart so you can watch your dick slide into my ass. Putting your weight behind it as you did above me before, you apply pressure sensation and the cock starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the bottom ; your body 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 cock, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the head still in. Not waiting, or taking it light this time, you quickly thrust the full 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 clip, getting the inside of me slick with lubricant. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lube to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're gratify that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my tight hole is now plenty loose for your enjoyment, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a soft moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to kindle up on your bridge player and knees, but do not let my cock slip out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to repose on your blackguard, 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 other, but as I go to flora my workforce down, I accidentally lean too far forward, and your toy slips out of me.

'' Tsk, tsk, '' is all I hear from you. I can sense you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your cock against my ass a few times. `` You did n't adopt instructions. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the point of your peter back into my ass, then seize my hips. Settling in, you pull me back as tough as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your cock into me total 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 pelvis for added grip, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fasting and hard as you can do. Our organic structure slapping together at the force makes an audible disturbance, but you do n't slow down. You 're enjoying every second of watching my ass bounciness from each surd poking into me, and the sound of my moaning in pleasure.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as firmly and fast in recurrence, which is aided by a minor vibrator you secured to twit your clit. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; difficult and long thrusting, making sure your body slams base apartment against me every time. You have no intention of letting up any time soon, smiling to yourself at my cries of joy and joy, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's right, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. go on making those interference. If I ca n't find out you, then I wo n't call back you 're enjoying this, '' you say to me, before resuming your ceaseless ramming of me.

Eventually, you slow down for a moment, to snap up my rooster, which was been swinging back and forth from your hard fucking. You push the halo around it back up tightly, as you do n't desire me coming just yet, and move over it a few slow and house strokes, just to labor me that much closer and tease me that much to a greater extent. Leaning forward, you place both helping hand on my shoulders, while pulling your pelvis back. You lean as closing to my ear as you can.

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

I pause another instant or so, before mumbling a weak, halfhearted, `` Faster, schoolmistress. ''

You think for a second. `` You know, I do n't care your answer. You took too yearn, and you did n't appear like you really wanted it. So now you 're getting all three, '' you say, chiding me. Grabbing onto my berm tightly, you pull me back quickly onto your toy dick. In this new position, you 're capable to go deeper than before, and you take reward of it. You do n't stop 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 mystifying as you can. The harder and faster you hammer, the more I can experience the rolling moving ridge of an sexual climax building, and you 're not even touching my gumshoe.

The Lapp is truthful on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can palpate your body get to tense up, an bewilder orgasm building. The closer you get, it seems like you find duplicate gears in the speed and power of your driving force, because as you get nearer to coming, your pounding gets even more acute, until I 'm moaning and crying out behind the gag, and you 're panting and breathing heavily, stifling your own cries of joy. Thrusting in and out. Long, deep fusillade of motion. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your cock is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so knockout that your body is peak against mine. Every so often, your putz slips out, but that does n't stop you pounding away at me, as you force yourself forward again, and your long, thick purple toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no impedance or effort.

You carry on like this for some time, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the force of the intense climax edifice inside you. The bright pain, pleasure, and press ace I feel against my most sensitive spot are making me weak in the human knee, and my integral dead body is tiring from handling the force of your ass-fucking, making me bring down myself down on my human elbow for support ; the whole time, my cock oozing pre-cum. It 's not too a great deal longer, and you can feel yourself bug out to come. Just at the edge of culmination, you slam in one final examination time, before your pounding ceases. As the orgasm hits, you fall against my cover, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slow up grind that rub your toy against your clit, which push the sexual climax harder and faster. I can feel your heart racing against my backrest, get word your heavy and tired breathing, and actually experience some of your juice running down your leg and onto mine. You keep lightly grinding against me, the toy still planted deep in my ass, putting the most astonish press 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 stopcock in your hand. With your fingertip, you rub it against the head, collecting some of my cum on your finger. Holding it up, you tell me, `` No one said you could cum yet. But you 'll be able to shortly. '' Finally, you slide your bombastic shaft from my ass. Running your helping hand on it, you admire the warmth it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the smoothness of it from the lube and the juices in me. You step off the bed, and unmake my leg restraint again. You Holy Order me back over, laying with my dick facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my stage up as they were before, and this time you 've put a few pillows under me to plagiarize my pelvis up a bit.

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

Laughing, you continue, `` Of course not. I know how sensitive that little smear in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to make you cum so gruelling, you ca n't walk. '' With that, you position yourself, and reach down with a few fingers to experience my asshole. goose egg how at large 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 ease. `` This will be easier than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your hips back and Forth, letting virtually of the dick slide in and out of my ass at will. Your finish here is n't the mad, tempestuous, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as much continued, large pressure on my most medium stain as you can, until my cock explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no impinging on my hawkshaw whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to make me cum as much and toilsome as you can, since you have something in creative thinker.

Reaching down to direct my cock in your bridge player, you start grinding a little harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my putz with a house clasp, slowly working up and down my shaft. You 're loving all the moan of pleasure coming from me, and the way I 'm actively grinding against you to get Thomas More of your toy in me. You notice my external respiration getting brusque and quicker, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a dark of twisting, teasing, and orgasm defence. Picking up the pace with your deal, your turn to quick pumps of my cock, running your hand down the whole length of it. You 've also started moving your peter around to a greater extent, rotating your hips to proceed it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my peter, and do it my ass, barreling me closer and closelipped to an orgasm. My breath quickens, and you know I 'm close.

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

'' Oh fuck, please schoolmistress. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my urgent and pleading reply, you pick up a thrusting motion, angling upward with your dick so that it hits my spot hard each clock 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 articulatio coxae up sharply to squeeze my rooster into your hand. At the Sami time you hear me utter a `` Oh God, I 'm coming. '' At that consequence, you stop thrusting, and clench your clenched fist around the top of my dick. You can experience my cum shooting up through my pecker, slowed down by your pressing, but it 's building. Right at the perfect import, you let go. My cum flies out of my cock with strength, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my tummy. Since it had been daytime since I 'd cum last, and you 'd been toying with me all night, it 's nothing little of a monolithic load. My dick continues to extravasate and pinch in your hand, spurting more and more cum out ; it running down your hand and landing around my venter and legs. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My intact body is shaking, my cock medium to the spot. And your toy prick is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could sense my muddle clinch tightly and violently around your toy.

Giving me a mo to catch my breath, you survey your damage. I have cum everywhere. more than a great taste. `` My, my. Quite the lot you 've made. We 're going to have to clean this up, '' you say observantly.

'' Yes Mistress, I 'll clean it up, '' I say through labored breaths, not aware of your meaning.

'' volition you now ? Such a good little pet. I 'm glad you 're offering to clean up your mess for me, but I would 've made you do it anyways, '' you tell me. It 's ostensible to you I still have n't caught on, so you decide to crap me learn. There 's deal of cum on your script that was wrapped around my dick. With the other, you scoop up some of the great drop-off. Leaning forward, you command me to afford my mouth. I do, expecting the gag, your cunt, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your handful of my cum into my mouth. It takes me a second to realize what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You stop me by clamping your mitt over my mouth. With a fairly finger from the former mitt, you lift up my blindfold and stare me in the eye with a aspect of inhuman finding.

'' 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 taste not only me, but the taste of your cum, so you can treasure it when I do it. Now, open your mouth, and do not do anything with this. '' I glare at you in rebelliousness before giving in reluctantly. I lay back on the pillow, and open my mouth ; the little bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your clean house hand, and wipe it into my mouth. Reaching back down, you scoop up the net parts, which is quite a load in itself. This prison term, you surprise me, and clobber it off your helping hand. With a taste of my cum now, you close your oculus, tasting it, licking your deal clean and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste adept, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your mouthpiece. Leaning down, inches from my lip, you tilt your top dog so you can speak without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't want to deny you any of this. And it 's your job to pick it up. Here you go. '' With that, you plant your lips on mine, firmly kissing me. With your glossa, you feed the rest of my cum to me. I can feel the boastfully load sitting in my lip, but I 'm enjoying kissing you too a lot. After kissing me passionately for a few consequence, you pull back, licking your mouth.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your manus that was around my hawkshaw, you put your finger's breadth on my lips, telling me, `` Now now, be a sound footling slut and pick up all of your mess. Lick my finger clean. '' I lift my mind up, taking your finger in my warm, wet mouth, and use my tongue to solve your digit barren of any cum, which is a sensation that sends chills down your physical structure. Once they are clear, you withdraw them. Looking down at me, you can see I 've got quite a turgid 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 good, you look me in the optic. `` With that being said, '' you say in a firm, no fucking around, tone, `` swallow every last drop. '' The feeling in my eyes is nothing but pure disbelief. I shake my psyche. `` Do it ! '' you command. Staring at you incredulously for another moment, I give in, accepting that your way is the lone way. I swallow it, but it 's such a huge, thick lading, that it takes me a second base to get it all. `` Now, open your backtalk and show your Mistress that it 's all gone, like a good lilliputian bitch. '' I do, and upon seeing an evacuate oral cavity, you give off a squeal of joy again, and grab me to buss me, thrilled at my mortification and obedience.

'' You 've been such a good minuscule 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 intend I finally get free ? '' I ask, almost pleading and beggary. This makes you chortle.

'' No, of course not. You 're still my piddling have sex toy. But now, you get to savour my pussycat the ripe way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and range me. `` Are you ready ? You know the rule. puddle me cum, and do n't you defy think of cumming without my permission. If you do, so help me, I 'll sit right on your face and make you clean it out of me. '' I nod my headland in understanding.

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

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