Quiet, and iniquity. Those are the but things I can feel right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands saltation behind my back, blindfold over my eyes. Have n't heard much of a strait since you put me like this and told me to hold back, quietly. Soon I hear the delicate step of you padding across the storey to me. secretiveness again before I feel the sudden, acuate sense impression of your teeth on my earlobe. I gasp out at the surprise only to have it met with your hand across my backtalk and a harder, stinging sharpness on my cervix. I feel your hands running down my dresser and your breasts on my back as you run your tongue up to my ear, giving it a soft candy kiss before whispering to me.

'' You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be good and obey and you 'll bask it. I promise you an climax that you 'll feel for days. conflict me, and you will regret it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your speech are playful and piano, but I can sense the fanny tone behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

'' serious boy. '' I barely have time to fathom what might be in fund for me later before I feel something warm and wet being pushed into my look.

'' Open your mouth, '' you fiat. My mouth opens slowly and is instantly full of your already dampish cunt. 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 squeamish and wet so I can slue my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the same treatment. ''

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

As that realization sinks in, I evidently get distracted and lose focus on my oral exam duties, to your displeasure. You make this fact clear to me with a pinch to my nipple. Faced with the estimate of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my spit and lips. With every passing secondly, as my natural language slips all over you, I can feel you getting besotted and wetter. The diffused moan, and quick gasps of air I can take heed escaping your lips tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few transactions of this, you stop me. You do n't say anything to me, but you were airless to coming, and started to get frail in the human knee. `` be given forward, put your face on the bed, '' you tell me. I lower berth myself down, burying my face on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my stage. I can hear you moving around, and suddenly sense something inhuman and sly pillow slip between my ass cheeks. It takes a second before I realize that it 's your lubed up finger's breadth. I can finger you tracing around my puckered golf hole, making the country around it as wet and greased as you can. My toilsome ventilation of expectation gets worse as you slip your finger's breadth inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and hold my breathing space, expecting to feel your toy lantern slide 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 hideaway from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something larger and wider. I start to worm away, but you throw your arm over me and curb my hips in lieu and in one smooth 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 lines you leave. Lost in intellection at the wonderful intuitive feeling of your nails, and trying to fare to terminus with the intruder in my ass, I 'm jar from this train of cerebration abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the vibrations on the bullet to full, without warning. Initially tense, I start to grant in to how pleasurable the sensation are ; squirming and rocking slightly, slender moans escaping from my mouth. Pleased with my reaction, you decide to play a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my back, and lean toward my rear. Taking the cord in your hired hand, you begin to pull the heater out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the rampart of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing hole, you pull a little harder until just the very edge of the toy is poking out of my ass. ineffectual to fight against the intense sensations rolling across my eubstance 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 fingers and jamming it as deep 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 natural language across my shivering arsehole. This sends me wild and a labored `` Oh, God yes '' escapes my lips.

'' Like that ? '' you ask, clearly felicitous with the solvent.

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

'' I mean, yes, mistress. ``

'' Very skillful. '' Keeping up with making me shudder in pleasure with your tongue, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my legs and stroking my cock. I can not process all these overwhelming sensations happening to the most sensitive parts of my soundbox, all at one prison term and rapidly palpate an climax building. After a few more moments of this, I 'm on the brink. I can barely hold back. The heavy, throbbing shakiness deep in my ass, the fond wetness of your tongue on my asshole, and the delicate squeezing of your hand around my cock are all contributing to what I can severalize is going to be a monumental orgasm. My external respiration quickens and I start to tense up, feeling the orgasm coming from deep within me. Sensing I 'm about to cum, you stop immediately.

'' Oh, no you do n't. You do not get to cum before me. '' I whimper at being denied release and am met with a frigid `` Not yet '' from you. I start to resist again but you stop me short. `` You 've had good deal of pleasance, now it 's my turn. Up on the bed, on your back, and spread, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You stop me foresightful enough to unmake the cuffs holding my weapons system together behind me, then campaign me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to position myself in the centre, and spread my arms and pegleg as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the bullet deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only assure you 're on the bed with me when you start binding me to the niche 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 more than an column inch, if that. And I ca n't move my stage around at all. You lower yourself down on me, sitting just in front of my raging erection. Leaning over to osculate me, you run one hand across my chest as the other strip between your legs to play 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 teeth and lips into my cervix, your hand never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can differentiate you grab something from off the bed. The succeeding affair I 'm mindful of is a leg on either side of my oral sex, from you kneeling over me. The solitary reason I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly pull your knees close, effectively locking my caput in stead. Without warning, you drop down the rest of the way until you 're covering my face between my heart and chin with your toothsome pussy. The sudden warmth and wetness smothering me jars me for a sec, but I quickly go back and eagerly slip my tongue in you, tasting your juices and breathing you in. I ca n't help myself but to nobble my head up, trying to swallow up my spit deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your hips against me, running your fingers through my hair and grabbing smattering with each recherche ripple of feeling racing through your consistence. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my mouth, and soaking my face. The appreciation of you, and the lovesome feeling of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more aggressive. I nip playfully at your lips, and silently grin at the quiver and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my teeth lightly. The sensations ripping through your body, racing at break-neck fastness are making your pelt crawling, and your body shake, taking you to edge, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to combat this.

fillet your grinding against my face momentarily, and having to fight 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 earliest, and are rubbing it around on your most sensitive region, picking up your slow back and onward movement against me. Thoroughly loving the auditory sensation you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the instant. Not giving me a instant rest, you remind me I have a task ahead of me in pleasing you. `` Just because I 've got this, does n't mean you get to cease, '' you chide. Focused back on the task at hand, I go back to arousing you with my tongue, now working in tandem bicycle with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the star of being deprived of my locoweed and feeling the dual oscillation of the bullet in me and your vibration in close proximity to my aspect, or the enticing odor and taste of your dripping wet pussy, or the electric sensation of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to turn a loss focus and any conscious thought as I lose myself in you, and you start to feel the orgasm building and creeping down your thorn.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not a good deal prospicient, as you can barely pay heed on much longer. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and stiffen up. Your breathing place catching in your throat, your skin electric with heightened hotshot. Finally, you feel it coming. The only cue I get to you being so close to the edge are some pernicious clew. The strength and effect by which your innocent hand is grabbing handful of my hair's-breadth. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your knees squeezing tighter and tighter against my headspring. Not sure as shooting what to do, I just continue thrashing and massaging with my tongue. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and prehend up, and the first gush of fluid dab into my sass, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a back to retrieve my composure, and I go back to work with my mouth. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the orgasm rocketing all over your consistence, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One hand holding your toy in place on your now swollen and sore clit, the other rubbing your pussy with fervour, sending succus all over the berth ; splashing against your body, spraying all over my face, running down my boldness and chin, down my cervix. This continues for a few more than here and now, effectively soaking my nerve and arms, and coating the inside of your thigh. Settling back on my chest of drawers, you collapse forward, resting your head just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through labored breath. I can manage zilch more than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your breasts is smothering my mouth. `` Mmmmm, good. You 've no melodic theme how beat that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you survey the hurt. Everything from my arms, down to my chest, is literally drop, coated in your juices. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My first base mickle is your flushed human face, a light, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the part I 've been attending to for the last piece. Your puss is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can finger a drop running down the outside of my lip, and I quickly dash my lingua out to grab it, as you taste phenomenal.

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

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

'' I really do taste good. 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 grinning on your aspect. `` fountainhead 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 articulatio talocruralis and tell me to put forward my legs up. I comply, and you take the cuffs around my articulatio talocruralis, and using extended strap, you connect them to the strap binding my wrists. 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 sight, you climb back over me. However, this time your legs are on opposite side as you squat down over my side again, burying my face in your snatch again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

Lying tummy to brook, you reach toward the bottom of the bed for one of the point you grabbed earlier. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my face, you grab my cock in your manus again. Keeping your grip firm and tight, so as to foreclose me from getting heavy, you slip a yoke halo on me. One around the base of my Ball, two tighter ace around the bag of my shaft ; designed to keep me operose and prolong me being able-bodied to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussy just outside my mouthpiece, and say one thing to me before burying my mouth between your legs again. `` Relax and love this, and no matter what, do not break with your backtalk. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my natural language, you refocus your attending to my modest one-half, still stroking my curing cock. With your free helping hand, you crack open a bottleful of lubricator and pour a small total on the head of my shaft. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again ; your intention being to get me as hard as you can, as the halo take result and keep me rigid for you to play with. You wipe up the excess lubricating substance with your still free hand, and slowly decipher your finger down, between my nerve, and set about rubbing it in a circle around my jam. Wanting to play and explore more, you finally pull the still-vibrating heater from deep in my ass. You slip in two fingers as far as you can go, and begin rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the walls.

Noticing me starting to squirm in reaction, you take it to the adjacent level and guide my putz in your oral cavity. Slowly, you slide your lips down my ray, bit by bit, until you reach the bottomland. Your mouth tightens around it, and at the Saami meter, you push your fingerbreadth into my hole as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your lingua along the face, making me sense every bit of the unwarranted hotshot. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your glossa ; your hand now running a firm grip up and down. You start to gain a rhythm now.

One hand tightly wrapped around my pounding rooster, working its way up and down. The other exploring my ass as deeply and open as it will go. Your warm, wet lip running in tandem with the paw on my cock ; all while grinding your hips back into my facial expression, burying me in your cunt. Staying at this yard, eventually I feel an orgasm building again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing to a greater extent shallow and quicker. You let me enjoy it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. finger, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to stretch me out, and hand still pumping madly away at my putz, you turn back to count at me, moving your hip away to reach eye physical contact, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To punctuate your point, you push your digit in deeper and bite the question of my shaft. My muffled cry and back arching lets you know your point was made.

turn back to working, you finally, slowly get rid of all but one finger from within me. `` You 're starting to loosen up, my pet. But we still need a little Thomas More. Plus we have to get your rigorous minuscule 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 snap up a set of anal retentive pearl, as well as the lube again. Holding the beads in one helping hand, you generously hold lube to it. Using two fingers to broadcast my cheek open enough, you guide the bead toward my ass. As soon as the get-go small bead energy through and into me, my body jerk and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to play and you smack me operose on the thigh, backed by an"Open up !"command. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you access again. You push the second bead in quickly, not giving me clip to adjust to it. Again my physical structure twitches at the unexpected intruder."If you can aim all the beads in at once, and not fight it, you'll get rewarded after I've had my fun. But…don't forget, each astragal gets bigger,"you taunt, popping in the third one.

For the next few beads, you deliberately take your meter forcing them in, making my hole expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual amusement. Reaching the utmost 4 drop, the biggest ones, you pause briefly. After taking my pecker tightly in your hand again, you rapidly shove the final four astragal into me. The sudden pressure and sensation of something firmly hitting that sensitive spot makes my dick flip out of control in your hand. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the stallion strand in, rotating it so the balls keep rubbing up against the English, and driving me baseless. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your lips around my cock, picking back up the rhythmic motions from originally.

Your goal here is simple-minded : Tease me endlessly, get me as close to coming as I can, but not allowing it, and loosening up my ass for you later. The whole clip you're driving me wild ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your coxa back into my face harder and harder, loving the tone of my tongue caressing your most tender areas. It's turning you on more and Sir Thomas More, and getting you incredibly wet again, while also serving to put you on the track to getting off again. Starting to pick up your pace again with your mouthpiece and script, you also start rapidly sliding the entire strand of beads in and out of me, at alternating fastness, which drives my ass insane and starts to violently shove me toward coming.

For a few minutes, this particular twisting carries on, doing exactly what you intended it to do, and driving me insane. Yet again tonight, I'm on the threshold of having a monolithic, brilliant orgasm. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and stop suddenly, denying me a waiver. You finally remove the astragal 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 little ass mercilessly until you 're liberal and weak in the knees ? Because that 's coming. hope you 're ready, '' you taunt. Not letting me locomote an inch, you decide to give yourself a lilliputian immediate pleasure and not let me slacken or reduce up. You grab the replete black cock ballyhoo, and lube it plenty to slip home. Reaching back down to pass around my impertinence, you line it up with my ruck up hole.

'' Hold your breathing time, '' you whisper, before beginning to push it in to me. The swollen and bulbous head is the hardest office to get in. I start to push back and hold up, fighting you, but you only pin my legs down, and energy harder. Does n't take much more, and with a slight pop, my ass swallows the pass. I let out a little groan of discomfort, and start squirming in dissent.

'' dearest, 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 full hand up there ... '' You can hear me respond to that statement, and use it to fall away the remainder of the toy in me, the edge snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another sentence, '' you say with an edge of teasing. `` For now, we 're going to keep you open and push you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in place when my hole is tight around it 's dense point, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass workplace its way around each vein of the toy and stretching to admit. 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 cock, squeezing it pissed. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my tool against the closed chain. You bring yourself around, running your hand up and down my rotating shaft faster and tightening your grip. Your knife flick lightly against the headspring, making me jump each time. My stage are twitching and vibration, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your hired hand, but only so you can wind your lip around my dick and go along to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this point, it 's not knockout for you to tell when I 'm just about to the point of coming, so after keeping up your ribbing, you start to note me hitting that pointedness. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my hips raise up to meet your sass, and my rooster start to intumesce, you suddenly stop completely, with nothing more than an extremely stringent grip at the base and around my balls to forbid me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an sexual climax I so desperately want, you remind of the prescript. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not ready to let you yet, my short cum fornicatress. I just wanted you to have got a petty delight before what happens next, 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 chairperson, you grab the bag of toy. Reaching in, you pull out your toy : the large, thick, ribbed, purpleness, 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 slip my toy into me easily, you would get the same good manners. Now, your job since we've started was to clear me as wet as possible, so that my toy went in with no issues. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your side of meat by the caput, you start to guide it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only catch. 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 pee-pee me helplessly watch in anxious Leslie Townes Hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the start it slips in without takings. However, much to my desperation, as soon as you meet the ridge on it, it starts to meet underground. I can you see you trying to crusade heavy to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the whole thing in to the hilt, mostly without too very much difficulty. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my thorax with a leg on either side of my head again, this time putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your next motility."Well, you get prosperous, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the hardest thing to get in, but it did fight back at some points. Apparently you can't even get a pussy wet correctly. Such a pathetic slave. So you'll get it lubed up some from me, but first you're going to instruct how to properly make something wet when you're ordered to do so."

Before I can react, you grab my head by the whisker in one hired man, and your toy in the other, and saltation forward, forcing your toy into my back talk. Not relenting, you push forward with your pelvic arch, and rive my brain toward you, pushing in farther. I'm literally bucking underneath you, trying to get away, but you hold me there for a few endorsement. Easing back, you slip the toy out of my mouth, but maintain your travelling bag on my head teacher 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 talk,"you command."I told you, you're going to teach how to use your back talk to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my slit, so you're going to learn the surd way : Do it to my shaft before I put it in your ass. stay fresh fighting, and it's the only lubricating substance you're going to get."To drive your point home, you reach back and twine one of my mammilla as hard as you can, and at the same clip, you push more of your toy into my mouth, to where I can feel it hitting the cover of my pharynx.

"Do you fucking understand me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my head in licking and acceptance."Good boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensitive tit, you take my head in both hands, and tear slowly back, until just the heading is resting on my lips. You linger there a present moment, then overstretch my foreland forward as far as you can. This slides my brim an inch or so down the gibe, which isn't good enough. You let me get it on with a,"This full thing is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to have to do expert if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't bring my forefront any further down on it, you ease your eubstance forward again, watching in delight as my lips slide down the shaft, bit by bit. You stop when it's gone as far as it will easily.

At that, you pull your hip joint back again, pulling it all the way out of my mouth. After a arcsecond, you jump forward again ; thrusting your sham cock back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your coxa back and Forth, getting wet at the sight of your empurpled toy sliding and out of my back talk, completely against my will. Not to remark the fact that every time you hit the vertebral column of my pharynx, your slope of the toy pushes into you, and rub against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a suck with my lips, which causes your toy to gently slue in and out of you, each sentence it does the Lapplander thing in my mouth. Naturally, this starts to get you raging 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 man, enjoying both the genius, and the view of my mouth tightly wrapped around your toy, you ignore my whimpering and moaning as you invade me further ; your consistence picking up an almost wave-like motion.

It's not long before you start to find the all too familiar genius 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 mouth, with my nose less than an in from your stomach. Pulling back and all the way out, I begin coughing from it being difficult to breath. I recover after a instant, as you still sit there. Thrilled with what just bechance, you lean down next to my ear, and ride me by telling me,"You're just a dependable picayune bitch. I'm very proud of you, but I want to see if you can need it all the way down. I want your nose against my abdomen, is that understood my pet ?"I hesitate a second, before acknowledging your petition. You show how thrilled you are with a soft moan, and industrial plant a taunting kiss on my cheek.

Sitting back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is less space between you and my mouth. Without asking if I'm ready, you place the tip at my lips again, and reverse my fountainhead slightly up so the principal of your toy slides in my rim. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with determination. You reach the number 1 bulwark, and with a tonic"open air !"you see my mouth capable wider, allowing to campaign the trespasser in farther. Next you feel your toy prick hit the back of my throat, but you're not letting that closure you. Rising up on your knees a fiddling, you start using your body weight to labor, and after a few adjustment of my jaw, you feel my throat give 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 delight, and after leaving it there a import, you pull all the way out. I barely get a chance to catch a hint, 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 knees, so you're almost directly above me. In that office, you start pulling your pelvic girdle up, withdrawing your toy from mystifying in my throat, until it's barely out. Then you let your body devolve 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 golf hole is allowed to be any rigorous 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 guide all of your cock down my throat with no consequence, and pull yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to hitch my breathing space, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my impertinence, and grab the gag from the electric chair."That's the last time you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my fountainhead again, you force the ball gag into my sass, and secure it tightly around my point. Now tied up, blindfolded, and gagged, I am left completely to your will and can not do anything about it. Enjoying the secretiveness now, you let out a quiet suspiration, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your adjacent chore.

Disconnecting one of my leg restraints, you order me to flip over, on my stomach. I comply, and bun over ; the restraints around my wrists tightening. Once over, you restrain my relieve leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the nursing bottle of lubricant, you put the tip between my brass, at the entrance to my trap, and squeeze gently."I promised you a little bit of lubricant, and even though you have fought back, I'll keep my promise. Besides…. With as voiceless as I'm going to fuck you, you're going to want it,"you tease. You swipe up a little lube on two of your fingers, and push them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a third base finger to earn sure the entrance to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingers, you take your toy in your bridge player, and squeeze a decently sum of money of lubricant down onto it. Catching the excess in your script, you wrap your finger's breadth around the shot, and work your hired hand up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lubricant down, and put yourself in positioning behind me, the tip of your tool hovering just above my ass.

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

"Are you set up ?"you ask.

I nod my top dog.

"Ready for what ?"I manage to let loose a muffled"You"from behind the gag. You loosen it a bit, and ask me again,"Ready for me to what ?"

Able to answer, I respond,"For you to have sex me Mistress."

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

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

"Fuck you how ?"you bait, an almost playful teasing tone to your spokesperson.

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

"With…. ?"you say, leaving the resolution unfold. 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 side in the pillow ; this isn't going to be easy,"you tell me. Tightening the gag again as you don't want to find out me just yet, you push my head back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

keeping your toy in your hired man, you guide it towards my now lubed up, loose and waiting hole. You trace a circle around the opening with the point to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the head into my ass. The twitch of my legs and clenching of my ass, merge with a quiet suspiration, tell you that it was a mix of pleasure and pain in the ass, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at first. capable to guide it in without your hired hand now, you pull my ass apart so you can watch your prick slide into my ass. Putting your weight behind it as you did above me before, you apply pressure and the cock starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the underside ; your body pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy residuum there for a minute, 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 turncock, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the head still in. Not waiting, or taking it easy this sentence, 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 Henry Sweet sentence, getting the inside of me slick with lube. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lube to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're satisfied that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my loaded hole is now spate loose for your enjoyment, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a lenient moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to raise up on your hands and knees, but do not let my shaft slip out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to take a breather on your hound, pulling about one-half of your toy out. Very carefully, I lift myself up on my articulatio cubiti. I rise up on one knee joint, and then the other, 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 sense you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your prick against my ass a few times. `` You did n't follow instruction. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the head of your dick back into my ass, then catch my hips. Settling in, you pull me back as hard as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your turncock into me wax military force. You are n't being gentle with me anymore. Fully aware that I can easily conduct it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my hips for added grip, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can superintend. Our bodies slapping together at the power makes an hearable dissonance, but you do n't slow down. You 're enjoying every indorsement of watching my ass bounce from each punishing thrust into me, and the auditory sensation of my moaning in delight.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as punishing and dissipated in takings, which is aided by a small vibrator you secured to tease your clit. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; backbreaking and long thrusts, making certainly your eubstance slams family flat against me every time. You have no intention of letting up any time soon, smiling to yourself at my cries of joy and delight, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's right wing, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. go along making those haphazardness. If I ca n't take heed 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 second, to grab my cock, which was been swinging back and Forth River from your firmly fucking. You push the hoop around it back up tightly, as you do n't desire me coming just yet, and give it a few slow and business firm chance event, just to push me that a good deal closer and tease me that much to a greater extent. Leaning forward, you place both helping hand on my shoulder joint, while pulling your hips back. You lean as closing to my ear as you can.

'' Now it 's your option how I give it to you. You have alternative. Which will it be ? 'Fuck me dissipated, have it off me deeper, or have sex me harder .'Those are your options, so select, '' you tell me quietly. I hesitate, not sure what to say. `` Choose, '' you bark. `` Choose or I 'll choose for you, and you 're not going to wish it. ''

I pause another here and now or so, before mumbling a weak, halfhearted, `` Faster, Mistress. ''

You think for a arcsecond. `` You know, I do n't like your solvent. You took too long, and you did n't look like you really wanted it. So now you 're getting all three, '' you say, chiding me. Grabbing onto my shoulders tightly, you pull me back quickly onto your toy rooster. In this new stead, you 're able to go deeper than before, and you take advantage of it. You do n't stop furiously pounding away at me, but now you 're also pushing more when your pelvis hit my ass to drive your toy in to me as far and as deep as you can. The harder and faster you Syrian pound, the more I can feel the rolling wave of an orgasm building, and you 're not even touching my dick.

The Saame is dead on target on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can find your eubstance start to tense up, an pose orgasm edifice. The closer you get, it seems like you find extra cogwheel in the stop number and power of your knife thrust, because as you get nearer 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 cries of pleasance. Thrusting in and out. Long, rich bursts of question. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your tool is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so hard that your soundbox is flush against mine. Every so often, your putz slips out, but that does n't give up 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 resistance or effort.

You carry on like this for some time, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the force of the intense orgasm building inside you. The vivid pain in the neck, pleasure, and force per unit area sense impression I feel against my most sensitive berth are making me weak in the knees, and my entire physical structure is tiring from handling the force of your ass-fucking, making me low-toned myself down on my elbows for bread and butter ; the entirely time, my dick oozing pre-cum. It 's not too much longer, and you can palpate yourself start to come. Just at the bound of climax, you slam in one final examination time, before your throb ceases. As the sexual climax hits, you fall against my back, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slow up grinds that rub your toy against your button, which push the orgasm harder and faster. I can feel your heart racing against my back, hear your arduous and tired breathing, and actually find some of your juices running down your leg and onto mine. You keep lightly grinding against me, the toy still planted deep in my ass, putting the most amazing pressure level 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 cock in your hand. With your fingertip, you rub it against the drumhead, 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 prominent cock from my ass. Running your manus 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 unwrap my leg constraint again. You orderliness me back over, laying with my putz 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 lift my hips up a bit.

Slipping back under me, you reach forward and rend the gag off me. You give me a moment to stretch my jaw, and then let me get it on the reason for the jape removal. `` Before when I was fucking you, it was for me. Now, it 's for you, and I want to hear 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 of study not. I know how spiritualist that lilliputian blot in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to make you cum so severe, you ca n't take the air. '' With that, you position yourself, and reach down with a few fingers to find my SOB. zero how loose it is now, and how easily your fingerbreadth slide in and out, you decide to try something. Moving forward, you guide your peter 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 coxa back and Forth, letting about of the dick coast in and out of my ass at will. Your goal here is n't the mad, savage, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as lots continued, dense pressure on my most sensitive spot as you can, until my cock explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no contact on my dick whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to make me cum as much and hard as you can, since you have something in mind.

Reaching down to take my prick in your hand, you start grinding a lilliputian harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my dick with a business firm grip, 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 Sir Thomas More of your toy in me. You notice my external respiration getting shortsighted and quicker, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a night of torture, teasing, and climax denial. Picking up the tread with your hand, your turn to quick pumps of my stopcock, running your hand down the whole length of it. You 've also started moving your cock around more, rotating your hips to move it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my cock, and love my ass, barreling me closer and unaired to an orgasm. My breath quickens, and you know I 'm stuffy.

'' Beg me to let you cum, knuckle down, '' you order.

'' Oh fuck, please Mistress. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my pressing and pleading response, you pick up a thrusting motion, angling upward with your gumshoe so that it hits my spot surd each clock time. You 're also furiously pumping at my tool, unrelenting in your quest to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me tense up up tightly, raising my rose hip up sharply to push up my cock into your hired man. At the same meter you hear me utter a `` Oh God, I 'm coming. '' At that moment, you stop thrusting, and clench your fist around the top of my dick. You can sense my cum shooting up through my dick, slowed down by your insistency, but it 's edifice. Right at the stark import, you let go. My cum flies out of my cock with power, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my venter. Since it had been days since I 'd cum last, and you 'd been toying with me all night, it 's nothing shortsighted of a massive loading. My dick continues to combust and tweet in your hand, spurting to a greater extent and more cum out ; it running down your hand and landing around my stomach and ramification. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My entire physical structure is shaking, my rooster sensitive to the tinge. And your toy turncock is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could feel my hole clutches tightly and violently around your toy.

Giving me a moment to catch my breather, you survey your price. I have cum everywhere. More than a large taste. `` My, my. Quite the mess you 've made. We 're going to make to pick this up, '' you say observantly.

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

'' Will you now ? Such a good little pet. I 'm glad you 're offering to clean up your muss 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 establish me see. There 's plenty of cum on your paw that was wrapped around my dick. With the other, you scoop up some of the larger drib. Leaning forward, you command me to open up my mouth. I do, expecting the gag, your kitty, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your handful of my cum into my oral cavity. It takes me a mo to realize what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You block off me by clamping your hand over my sassing. With a clean digit from the other hand, you lift up my blindfold and gaze me in the eye with a look of cold determination.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to make clean up your mess. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to try not only me, but the taste of your cum, so you can appreciate it when I do it. Now, open your mouth, and do not do anything with this. '' I glare at you in defiance before giving in reluctantly. I lay back on the pillow, and open my mouth ; the slight bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your clean-living hand, and wipe it into my mouth. Reaching back down, you scoop up the final examination portion, which is quite a load in itself. This time, you surprise me, and cream 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 upright, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your mouth. Leaning down, inches from my sassing, you tilt your headland so you can mouth without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't need to abnegate you any of this. And it 's your job to clean it up. Here you go. '' With that, you industrial plant your lips on mine, firmly kissing me. With your tongue, you feed the repose of my cum to me. I can feel the large payload sitting in my mouth, but I 'm enjoying kissing you too a good deal. After kissing me passionately for a few mo, you pull back, licking your lips.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my brain. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your hand that was around my dick, you put your fingers on my sassing, telling me, `` Now now, be a good little hussy and make clean up all of your mess. biff my fingers clean. '' I lift my head up, taking your fingers in my warm, wet mouth, and use my clapper to lick your finger waste of any cum, which is a sensation that sends gelidity down your body. Once they are clean, you withdraw them. Looking down at me, you can see I 've got quite a large taste 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 serious, you look me in the eyes. `` With that being said, '' you say in a house, no fucking around, tone, `` swallow every live on drop. '' The look in my eyes is nothing but pure incredulity. 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 huge, midst load, that it takes me a arcsecond to get it all. `` Now, afford your lip and depict your Mistress that it 's all gone, like a good little bitch. '' I do, and upon seeing an empty mouth, you give off a squeal of pleasure again, and snaffle me to snog me, thrilled at my humiliation and obedience.

'' You 've been such a good fiddling 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 rid ? '' I ask, almost pleading and mendicancy. This makes you laugh softly.

'' No, of path not. You 're still my little fuck toy. But now, you get to love my pussy the mighty way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and range me. `` Are you prepare ? You know the normal. Make me cum, and do n't you presume call back of cumming without my permission. If you do, so help me, I 'll sit right on your face and progress to you pick it out of me. '' I nod my head in understanding.

At that, you depleted yourself down, grabbing my still hard cock, and guiding yourself down onto it. Once fully settled, you look at me, and hold me a final exam order.

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