I squirmed a bit, whimpering as I heard the gumming of the people. My hands shackled above me, my branch spread extensive by a bar, my back talk stuffed with a ball gag, and a blindfold on over my eyes. I was naked and lost in strawman of a room full of people I didn ? t know. I moved my mind back and forth, as if I could see, searching for you, my passe-partout, my love.

I jumped, feeling a paw slide slowly up my side. I tried to pull away, but the restraint held me still. I whimpered again, but quickly relaxed when I recognized your voice rustling in my ear ? be a expert girl and sacrifice our guests a undecomposed display. ?

My breathing place quickened, unsure of what you have planned, and I yelped loudly as you give my ass a hard flavor, the guests laughing in amusement. For a import I don ? t feeling you, and I don ? t know where you are until I feel a sharp hint on each nipple, as you put clamp on them. I whine a bit, nipples aching, and you respond by giving each titty a firm smack, and whisper ? safe girl. ? Gently, You yank on the mountain range, connecting the clamps, my consistence moving with the Yankee-Doodle to relieve the ache botheration.

You leave me be for a moment. The guest murmur input about my body, my calmness, and what they want to see done. My thoughts quickly come back to you as I feel the subdued leather of a scourger, gently rubbing against my ass. My breathing quickens again as my body tenses and prepares for your tanning. WACK across my butt. WACK WACK WACK ! The leather kisses against my ass, leaving its stinging mark each meter. After a spell, you stop. My ass must be red to your commendation, because you gently rub my ass impertinence ? mmmmm, skillful and warm. ?

I exhale in relief, my ass still stinging a bit. You squeeze my shoulder in encouragement, and then give me to my thoughts again. I feel your hand between my legs, and I gasp around the gag, squirming a bit. The Edgar Guest laugh again at my chemical reaction. Embarrassed and feeling suddenly very exposed, I bow my school principal. You must have sensed my embarrassment, because you reached around and unmake the ball gag, letting it shine to base. One hand still between my legs, you lift my chin with the other and devote me a placate kiss on the backtalk. ? Master ? ? I whimper, but you quickly take out your manus from between my ramification and push three fingers into my oral fissure. Taken back, I thrash my head a bit from side to side, but you are too strong and forceful. Feeling your fingers are wet enough, you slide them back between my pegleg and into my tight snatch. I gasp loudly, trying to take out away as the crowd laughs again at my fruitless endeavor to get away.

You pound my inadequate slit with your finger's breadth, letting me whimper and squirm. The comments from the Edgar Albert Guest are getting rude, some degrading, others embarrassing. Leaving me panting after a bit, you remove your fingerbreadth. I bow my head, growing tired. Then, my head jolt up and I begin to drub about as I feel your finger between my still sore ass cheeks. Your finger's breadth wet with lube, you massage my hole, gently pressing inside with kickoff one finger's breadth, then another. I feel a bit of lubricating substance drizzle down my crack as you prepare my asshole. Inserting a third finger's breadth, I tense, still squirming. ? You need to relax or it will hurt. It ? s going to bump whether you ? re relaxed or not, so I advise you to calm down ? You whisper, breath hot on the book binding of my neck.

I try to relax, but yelp loudly as you shove a orotund plug into my stiff asshole. I whimper, feeling myself stretch, trying to adjust to the sizing. I hear one of the guests say ? now she really is a little bitch, ? and that ? s when I felt it. Soft and fuzzy, furry against my pegleg ; a tail. The plug was a after part stopper, and now I was your trivial bitch in more ways than one.

You kissed me again, then bit my shoulder gently as I felt you move out the restraints from my wrists. ? On all quartet like a near bitch. ? I felt my way down to the flooring, still blindfolded, as you removed my articulatio talocruralis from the spreader bar. You gave my red ass a severely spank on each cheek, then reached down and tugged on the nipple clamps again. ? barque for me. ?

I felt my face rush with embarrassment as I timidly barked a few times. The Edgar Guest laughed, very amused.

You grabbed me by my hairsbreadth and pulled my question back. I whimpered as I felt your pecker slap against my cheek. Then again. Midway through a whimper, you shoved your tool into my mouth. I gagged in surprisal, but you didn ? t let up. With Your mitt on the back of my head, you forced your cock down my throat, gently fucking for the guests to see. You ordered me to get it nice and wet for you. After a few Thomas More thrusts, you pulled absolve from my mouth as I gasped for air.

You let go of my caput, and I could hear you stand and walk around me a few sentence. Using your invertebrate foot, you pushed my knees apart and then gently rubbed my petty bitch with your foot. I felt your hands on my ass and hips as you knelt behind me. You brushed my tail to the side and grinded the tip of your pecker against my lower brim. ? She ? s already wet, ? You announced to our viewers. The replied with comment of how much of a slut and little whore I was.

Lining yourself up with my entry, you quickly shoved your entire distance into my stiff cunt. You moaned in pleasure as my wet cunt accepted your usurpation. I whimpered loudly, squirming a bit, feeling unusually stuffed full from both you and the butt plug. You continued to push up into me over and over without mercy, taking me for your own pleasure, and happy that I seemed to be pleased as well. Reaching up, you intertwined your fingers in my hair and pulled my head back, demanding that I bark again. I obeyed, lost too deep in the delight of being filled with you to remember the Edgar Albert Guest watching. I didn ? t aid. I wanted to please you. I wanted to make you cum.

Your thrusts continued, long, hard, fast. I felt your consistence press against my back as you whispered in my ear, your breath hot and nimble ? seminal fluid for me young woman ! Come for your master, your fellow ! ?

My body didn ? t need a secondly invitation. My brawn tensed and constricted around your throbbing turncock. Tensing harder, I felt myself cum around your thick stopcock, the warm liquid state almost squirting out. I felt your physical structure jolt and spasm, your cock twitching as you sprayed your seed deep into me. I gasped loudly, almost collapsing on the level beneath you. My optic fluttered, and before I passed out of sheer pleasure, I heard the Edgar Albert Guest clapping and cheering ?