He walks into the way wondering where she was. All of a sudden he is pushed from tail end and lands face first on the bed. The attack was so sudden he couldn't even put his hands out to break his fall. A weight land on his spinal column, as he starts to struggle then he feels lovesome breath on his ear
"Don't move."the voice voicelessness.
He freezes, not exactly sure who it was. Could it be her ? He tries to turn his head to the side to see but the spokesperson, so voiced and unrecognizable is nothing but a warm moist breeze across his ear…
"Don't move."The representative issues the command again.
He stops. Two handwriting slide up each of his limb and slowly push them up. The exercising weight on his book binding shifts forward and he knows he could throw it off but strangely he doesn't move. The bridge player continue to run his arms up, the weighting on his back switch more, the manpower caress his wrists and suddenly handlock are clamped on. His heart speeds up…what's going on here…what is she doing ? ? He turns his head again to ask what the fuck is going on, when the voice, that affectionate voice says
"Don't movement, don't make me narrate you again."
He opens his mouthpiece to utter but the spokesperson breathes in his ear"Don't speak unless I tell you to."He is stunned.


He is stretched out on his abdomen across the bed. Since he just got done jogging he is only wearing his gym shorts, his shirt, shoes and air-sleeve were abandoned by the door when he came in. His wrist are cuffed so that he can barely move. She, no person, is sitting on his spinal column, breathing program line into his ear…and he likes it. He can't hold to see what comes next.
The voice says"On your knees."
He contemplates this…with his radiocarpal joint cuffed he doesn't think he can get up on his human knee. He has taken too long to do as The Voice commands"You let down me, such a childlike instruction and yet you fail to come after it. You must be punished."He sucked in his breath strangely afraid but turned on too…what was she doing to him ? What was she going to do to him ?
"On your stifle"The voice breathes into his ear.
He immediately begins struggling up on his knees. The weight raising from his back, The Voice has moved. Due to the turnup his sleeve are spread up and out on the bed so as he works himself up on his knees he is left in a supplicant office with his bureau down on the bed but his ass up in the air. He wonders what comes side by side but before he could finish his thought process something strikes him on his ass…it stings but didn't really hurt. *Crack* another hit, harder this meter. *Crack* a third hit, he cries out in surprise and maybe a bit of pain. It stops, as sudden as it starts. A helping hand gently caresses and chafe where the hits landed. It feels divine.
The Voice says"Stretch back out on your stomach."
He complies quickly with this command. Suddenly arms reach around him and seize the shank ring of his shortstop ... they are slowly worked down his ramification along with his underclothing. He is left nude, cuffed on his breadbasket, his ass sting and still wondering who The vocalism is. Despite all of this, he has a raging difficult on.

With his hard on pushing against the bed and no clue what's coming next, he starts to twist his head, to just get a glimpse…
"Do I need to punish you again ? Do not move."The voice whispers.
He stops no indisposition."spine up on your knees"
He gets back up on his knee joint.
"feast your legs"He spreads his peg."Oh my….someone appears to like this."The representative says.
She is speaking louder but still breathy and he is not sure it's her or not…but if it's not her, who could it be ? A cool hand brushes his balls and he sucks in a breath…cool fingers glide up his lance. A hand grasps him and strokes him, once…twice…and is gone. He feels something soft and unclouded across his spine. It tickles but it also makes him spicy. What is that ? ? He does not move, he barely breathes. Slowly the soft flavor relocation from his back to his shoulder and up his arms. He can see that it is a short harvest with feather attached on the end. The feather over his skin make him break out in goofball extrusion, but he doesn't relocation. Slowly, oh so slowly, the plumage make their way back down his munition, across his impudence, down his neck and across his binding. As they caress down his ass and across his balls, he gasps and moans. *Crack* the harvest hits the backrest of his thigh and bunco. The feather immediately moves over the blot, soothing the sting."Did I tell you to speak or make randomness ?"The vox query.
Should he respond or not…he takes the chance."No"
"No what ?"He can pick up the smile in her voice.
"Um…No ma'am ?"*Crack* Another sting across his thigh and then the feathers.
"No what ?"The phonation asks again.
"No…um…Master ?"*Crack* Another cilium and more feathers.
"No what ?"The vox asks again.
It finally clicks for him…"No schoolmistress"he replies and waits for the bite cilium again…it doesn't come. Instead he feels the cool fingers glide over his calves and up his legs until they are gently stroking his hanging sac.
"You can be taught."The Voice says"So what shall I teach you future ?"


He is panting and reply"Anything…everything, schoolmarm"
A soft laugh reaches his ear."So eager"The part breathes in surprise.
The next thing he knows a soft cloth masque is placed over his eyes and the elastic band is placed behind his head. He thinks he is wearing a quiescency masquerade and can effectively see nothing.
"What now, schoolmarm ?"he asks. *Crack* A lash across his ass this time, no feathering this time to sooth the sting. *Crack* Another, firmly lash *Crack* *Crack* He moans in pain in the ass. *Crack* and finally the feathers.
"I did not apply you leave to speak."The representative says. He opens his backtalk to apologise but bites his tongue and says zip. She must be watching him
"Very good, learn the rules quick and this will be more pleasurable for you."The vocalisation advises him.
A cool hand gently rubs a warm liquid across his stinging cheeks.
"This is baby oil and will sooth the ache."The Voice tells him.
The hand strokes all over his ass and a finger gently slips down his crack, it is slick from the baby oil. It gently slides down to his sac. A warm hired man grasps his sac and squeezes gently, oh so gently and wheel his egg around in her thenar. The anoint handwriting glides up over his ray of light and scratch her silky fingers around the straits of his peter. He is leaking pre-cum and she slides her fingers through it and strokes his slam up and down, squeezing a bit harder and harder with each stroke. He feels his orchis draw up and knows he is about to experience one of the best orgasm of his life….then she stops. Nothing….the hired man is gone.


He is frozen on the edge, if she would just touch him he would go off, but it is as if she has just disappeared. No touch, no phone and because of the masquerade party, no passel. After what feels like an timelessness
"You do not get to cum unless I permit it. Nod if you understand."
He nods. He is so hard, like iron…if he could only rub on the mattress he could get off and it would be better. He tries to subtly gloomy himself down to relieve the ache in his clod. *Crack* *Crack* Crack* triad toilsome thong in a row, two on his ass and one on his thighs.
"I said not to move."The vocalization purrs. The feathers are back."Did you think training would be easy ?"
He realizes she has asked a query and says"No Mistress."
Again with the quiet, he is starting to wonder if she has left when the bed dips down in front of him. A leg falls over one shoulder and then the other. His breathing time quickens. He is not for sure what comes following.
The interpreter comes from in nominal head of him."I am going to move down and you are going to eat my pussy. You will follow my counsel and if I cum, you will be rewarded."She didn't ask a questions, so he doesn't answer.
"Very good."The Voice says."Do you understand my directions ?"
"Yes, fancy woman"He replies
"repetition them"The Voice says.
"You are going to scud down and I will eat your pussy. I will do what you say and if you cum, I will be rewarded."He replies.
He waits, her legs are still thrown over his shoulders and he can sense her arousal…slowly he feels the bed motility and lifts his head. Her pussy is right under his mouth and nose, he can sense it. However, he doesn't move. He waits.
The Voice says"Now."And he goes.
He dips his head word down and play his glossa up her prick, this lets him make out where everything is, since he is blindfolded. He doesn't feel any pubic tomentum so he knows she is clean house shaven. He nuzzles his facial expression against her kitty and forces his spit into her slit. He laves her until he finds that thaumaturgy spot. His tongue flicks out and teases the midget nub. She moans and writhes beneath his sass. He know he will make her cum and be rewarded. He sticks his tongue out as far as it will go and rams it into her entrance while the very tip of his nuzzle gently brushes her clit. He wishes it were his dick he was ramming in her. He has never been so backbreaking in his life. She starts to advertise against his glossa, trying to fuck his tongue. He starts laving her clit again and the commands start"suck it."
He opens his mouth and gently sucks her clit into his mouth, he sucks a bit harder and harder still. She moans and pants against him.
"Stop and work out me"
He does, he runs his glossa from one end of her snatch to the former. He just licks her, gently probing her opening.
"Tongue fuck me"she demands.
Immediately he impales her with his tongue. He rams his tongue in as far as he can and rotates it. She is panting faster and faster, rubbing harder and harder against his human face. Suddenly she clenches, he can feel it around his spit and she explodes in his mouthpiece, on his nerve.
"Eat it"she screams.
And eat it he does. He continues to thrash her until the quaking aftershocks have quieted."Mmmm….you have earned a reward."She says.


A reward ? He wonders what that will mean.
"Lay back down on your stomach."The vocalisation says.
He doesn't even hesitate now ; he just complies as quickly as he can. As he slides down the bed, his erection painfully pokes into the mattress. He resists the urge to grind his hips into the bed, but it's hard to do. After a present moment he feels something aplomb and slick sliding up his leg and across his ass and over his back. He can't tell what it is. It seems to be a unruffled Mexican valium of some kind…with grayback in it, but smoother ? He just can't tell. Eventually they stop and The Voice is back.
"You did well."
He says goose egg, doesn't even move. The knotted R-2 is now coiled up on his backrest, not moving.
"You have pleased me greatly."The Voice purrs."I will now reward you."
He didn't think it was potential but his cock grows even harder, he is anticipating a like act. He is thinking of tender lip on his engorged pecker, it's almost enough to make him cum right then. Slowly the rope on this spinal column uncoils, it seems warmer from lying on his skin.
"Back up on your knees."The vocalism says.
He assumes the position he is becoming accustomed to. He does not unfold his knee ; he waits to see if she will tell him to.
"Very good. Now spread your legs, boy."The Voice tells him.
He slowly works his ramification apart. Immediately he feels her hands rubbing over his ass. She seems to be rubbing lotion or oil on him. He stifles a groan. The bridge player work down to his sac suspension, so large. She grasps him in both script, hands that are ardent from the lotion or oil and slowly massages his balls between her palms. The sensation is so extraordinary, he can barely catch one's breath, but he knows he can't let go until she says so. One hand works it way further between his legs and grabs his prick. It's oil, he thinks, it smooth and silky. She starts pumping her handwriting up and down his hammer. Her other deal slides back to his ass crack and she runs a finger back and Forth across his asshole. The fist around his cock starts to slack down and the fingerbreadth at his ass starts to poke. He is lost in a sea of sensations and can barely remember his own epithet. The oil coated finger slowly slips into his ass, not much, just up to the start metacarpophalangeal joint, and then it's pulled out. The slow finger's breadth exploration of his ass resumes. The fist grabbing his peter, still slowly pumps away. All of a sudden, there is a pressure and a abbreviated pain and something is in is ass.
"Do you have it away what that is ?"The Voice asks.
"N-N-No"He stammers breathlessly.
"These are anal beads. I will slowly work them into your ass. This is your reward."She tells him.
He can't even think, the pressing then the relief as the next bead slides in is an indescribable belief. The flavor of the astragal pressing against nervousness he never knew he had are sending shooting esthesis straight to his balls. Suddenly everything stops. He listens, and hears her panting behind him.
"Now here comes your reward…don't cum until I say."She grasps his cock hard and starts pumping him fast, at the same fourth dimension she starts pulling the beads out of his ass. As she pulls them out, she counts.
"Five."
And a beading pops out, rubbing against his oversensitive heart, the fist traveling bag harder and pumps up and down.
"Four."
Another bead slides out. He has never felt like this before. He needs to cum so bad, it's borderline pain and pleasure.
"trey, Two."
Two beads come out in quickly chronological sequence. He groans, he can't help it. He is going to burst. She is still gripping his dick, pumping him faster and faster. aesthesis is gathering at the alkali of his thorn, shooting out to his balls and up his shaft. He is going to spoil. All of a sudden she yells…"ONE….Do it now ! !"
And he does, he cums so hard and long he thinks he's going to pass out. As the jizz flies from his hammer, she keeps pumping him until he is dry. He is gasping and panting and realized that he has never cum like that in his life. He also realizes that he is still cuffed and unbelievably he is still hard.

He blinks and realizes that he has fallen over on his side of meat. He is not sure but he may have dozed off for a few minutes. The adjacent thing he realizes is that the blind fold is gone ; he must have dozed off…or perhaps passed out and someone removed it. Regardless of how muscular that orgasm was, he is still insanely turned on. While his cock is not as massively severely and throbbing as it had been, it is still stack hard. His skin feels animated and tingly in a way he has never experienced before. Slowly he realizes that he smells a coffin nail burning. He starts to propel his nous to trace the author of the smoke but stopover. He doesn't know if he is allowed to displace yet. He can't believe how much seems to have changed in so slight time. It's like a permutation was flipped in his head and now he craves her commands.
"You can incite, as a lot as your manacle allow."The Voice says on an exhale of grass.
He lifts his head and sees her. She is sitting in the chair by his closet, it is in shadows and she is wearing a black domino mask, a girdle that pushes her breast up so far that it seems like they are spilling out…and a fateful supporter without any panties. A pair of second joint heights stockings and boots are abandoned by the bedroom door. He looks back at her. Her whisker is piled on top of her headland and wisps are floating around her neck.
"How did you like your introduction, boy ?"She asks.
He is dumb, he can not put into parole about how he feels about what just happened. She doesn't seem to be in a hurry to get a line he thinks about his answer. pity, joy, guilt, arousal, excitement…he feels them all but doesn't know how to present his answer."wellspring ?"The Voice draws out.
He simply replies"I like my creation, Mistress."
"trade good reply, boy. Are you ready for your next moral ?"She asks.
"Yes, Mistress."He says with immense excitement. At this statement, she stands up and picks up a bag from the floor at the side of meat of the bed. He had not seen it sitting down there. She empties the bag on the bedside table. There are various sorting of items in it….tubes of cream and crude oil, condoms, harvest and small-scale party whip, thing that look like clamp, ropes and zip ties, mask and ear quid, and various dildos in so many size. He glances at the detail arrayed on the tabular array and then looks at her….eyes across-the-board, breathing spell panting.
"I will not make you perm damage."She says to him."This is for your delight as much as it is mine. If you are stuffy to reaching your door, simply say Pillow. If you are pushed up to or past your threshold, simply say Blanket. I will terminate. Do you interpret ?"
"Yes."He says.
Almost faster than his centre can cross she snatches a craw off of the table and brings it down on top of his second joint *Crack* *Crack* She leans over him and susurration
"Yes, what ?"
He whimpers it hurt where she hit him ; it appears that play time is over. He swallows and answer"Yes, Mistress."
"Very good. Are you prepare to continue ?"She asks him.
He sits silent for a minute, really thinking about this. He glances at the table and the various token on it. He looks at her, holding the crop in one hand and tapping it against her former ribbon. Is this really what he wants ? Is this something he can adopt thru with ? He realizes that the adjacent words out of his mouth could change his spirit forever……