I wake by the sound of the chime my phone makes when a text edition message is coming through. I reach sleepy over, the time says 7am and the message instructs to lease a shower and stimulate myself some breakfast. I wipe the sleep from my eyes, and get out of bed. The door to the way where I am kept is unlock. This means he was here early this break of the day ; it was locked when I fell asleep last night after I heard the breast doorway creak close.

After I have finished my morning modus operandi, put on a uninfected slumber shirt, and I'm done in about an hour. I'm downstairs and there is some light cleaning needed to be done from the gathering he had here close Night. Sometimes he allows me to join, sometimes he keeps my locked upstairs. Last night I was kept locked in my elbow room. There are moments after he has sent everyone else home he will come up and expend prison term playing with me, other times I am left alone listening as the door creaks shut. There doesn't seem to be a convention for when he allows me to follow down, it depends on his humour and wants at the time.

Checking messages I am on-line, surfing the internet when he comes in. I have washed the cover that I've laid on the floor and I'm kneeling on it. original comes over to me and pets me as he takes a arse on the couch. We make small talk for a while, discussing politics, religion whatever is on his judgement at the time. These are the moments when I am also a companion to him.

He begins to rub his cock, I am waiting. He pulls me by my hair close to him. It's already hard, and prepare. As my mouth covered the tip and slipped slowly down the ray he tells me he is going to piss. I am going to drink it. I swallowed as he pushed and my pharynx filled with his cock, warmed by the fountain of piss that he was releasing into me. I choked, and my eyes watered, I made gagging noises. He moaned, groaned and held my chief steadily until he was done. I sucked him clear and licked his ballock, and kissed his cock before I pulled away. He petted me as he handed me a nursing bottle of water to drink. I thanked him.

We continued the conversation we had started and when he had enough he stood, motioned for me to abide and walk into the other room. I could hear him getting something out of the shorts. He came back with a toughie. He motioned for me to suffer. I stand and he pulled the hood over my headspring. It left me blind and it reduced the racket I can hear. My mouthpiece is left uncovered. I feel the tight leather training dog collar being secured around my neck.

It is disorienting. I am just there, not being capable to see him or pick up him. Not knowing what he is doing. I feel the sting of a scourger on my wooden leg and second joint. He begins slowly, repeatedly hitting the Saame dapple over and over again. I am moaning, beginning to cry. Tears falling down my face, but he can't see them. I feel the callus on his hands as he rubs the welts he has left. The roughness of his skin with the softness of his tactual sensation makes this bit feel somewhat like a metaphor for our relationship.

He pushes me down to my knees. I am expecting his tool in social movement of my mouthpiece any moment. My natural language slowly reaching to palpate for it, but zilch comes. Instead he is pulling my shirt off leaving my body completely exposed. I am sniffing in the air, trying to arrest his perfume and find him. I know better than to make a motion or reach for him. I only catch the aroma of vanilla.

The searing hotness from the wax drip over my shoulder and down my breasts takes my thought process. The vanilla extract is coming from the candle he is burning and dripping on me. The wax is falling on my bureau. He picks up one of my breasts and begins to pour the wax directly onto my pap. I cry and scream, moving back trying to get away. I find that he has a chain of some kind attached to the pinch to keep me from moving too much.

He waits a little while, letting the wax sang-froid and harden on my breasts. It feels like forever, before I feel him begin to peal the wax from me. He is removing it slowly and rubbing me as he does so. I am breathing slowly, just enjoying the minute. passe-partout loves to keep my organic structure in varying stages of bruising. He begins to wrap my breasts with a nylon Mexican valium, the kind to the highest degree people would use as a apparel seam. It's rough, but not too cutting. He beings to wrap my breast at the base and pulls it tights as he comes around it moving toward the teat. They are turning numb from the compactness of the rophy. I imagine the cryptical red or purpurate colouring material the skin is showing as well. When he has wrapped to within an inch of my nipple he ties the rope off of each titty to the d ring on front of my collar.

He then begins to pull at my pap with his finger's breadth, moving from one to another. I am breathing deeply, fighting to be still. He then takes one into his mouth and suck on the nipple, pulling it tight with his dentition. I let loose a scream as he puts the clover clamp on it. Then he moves to the other. Repeating the Saame thing with that nipple, I scream again as he clamps it was well.

I imagine the sadistic smiling he must take on his look. I am sealed he would let slapped me for screaming but the hood will soften the reverse, so he is contemplating other ideas to punish me. Watching me wince in the expectation more so than the pain, he reminds me often that to the highest degree of the uncomfortableness and pain is in my head and not in what he does to me. I am for certain that he is getting an erection hearing the chain go tight with each motility I make along with listening to the charms on my ankle bracelet sing with the slightest crusade I make.
He reaches for my arm and pulls me up to my feet. He begins to take the air and I follow him. He sits me on the bench. This bench has a single-foot of sorts attached to the book binding of it. He securely ties my hands and legs to the bench. Pushes a vibrator into me, then takes a harvest to my pussy. He does this because he knows it confuses me. The pleasance of the vibrator and the hurting the craw all at once will bear on my brain into a subspace that I can not specify. My body is shaking from the orgasm I am about to have. I can finger it pulsing through me as though it will shatter me into a thousand pieces.

I do not remember him releasing me or removing the hood, but he must bear because now I am on the trading floor, kneeling in battlefront of the bench and he is telling me to lick her twat. I am not surely who she is, or where she came from but I do not pause. My face is buried deep within her pussy. My mouth pulling at her clit as my tongue runs over it again and again. The coolness of the air as I breathe against her. It does not take long before her wooden leg are shaking and she is moaning. I want to bet for him, I like to look on him as he watches me. I slow down and my ass is warmed by the paddle.

I keep going, licking and sucking on her, making her moan, her script in my hair pulling my face closer, deeper into her. I suck her, deeply. bear on my tongue up into her. hear as she screams and moan. I only stop when he pulls me back. He comes in and begins to have a go at it her while I lick his ass without instruction. He gasps when he feels my tongue pushing into his ass while he goes deep into her. I suck his arse as if it was her clit. My tongue running over it, back and forth across it. Just as I hear that sound he makes before he comes, I push my lingua into him and she is rewarded with his affectionate cum.

As he turns from her, I take his cock into my mouth. Cleaning him up, tasting the fluids of both of them together on him. She asks if she is next. I lick and suck on him while he decides. Slowly, softly circling the tip of his cock and then brushing my knife lightly over his orchis and second joint to get every conclusion drop of it. He pushes my read/write head into her to houseclean her as well.

I start on her thigh and move slowly toward her twat. I want to tease her, so I am going painstaking slowly. I know she wants her clitoris licked, so I will save it for finis. I circle over her kitty-cat moving slowly to the nerve centre. Making for sure to spend a little more than attention on her ass before I move to her button. I hear Master moaning behind us. I know he is watching so I want to pull in sure he gets a good display. As she is moaning and groaning, telling me I am a"skillful miss"I am again pulled back.

Master is pushing a glob gag into my mouthpiece. He secures it my pass and then I go back to rubbing it against her, her hands guiding me back to her cunt. Master wants to limit her pleasure, but he still wants to see us roleplay. The ball gag keeps her aflame but it doesn't allow for the satisfaction she wants. She is starting to beg Master, she wants to orgasm. He says no. I just keep going while she continues to sulk and beg and he enjoys the minute.

He taps me with his infantry and tells me to go to my room. I leave, the gag still in stead. I can get wind them moving around downstairs. I just wait. Soon he comes up. He takes the gag and wants me to suck him off one more time. I do. He tells me I pleased him. I wonder who was flogging me, pouring wax on me but I know proficient than to call into question him. Was it him or her ? Master gets up, locks my door as he leaves without another word .