He walks into the room wondering where she was. All of a sudden he is pushed from behind and kingdom face first on the bed. The attack was so sudden he couldn't even put his hands out to split up his nightfall. A weighting lands on his back, as he starts to shinny then he feels warm breathing spell on his ear
"Don't move."the voice whispers.
He freezes, not exactly surely who it was. Could it be her ? He tries to turn his head to the side to see but the voice, so sonant and unrecognizable is nothing but a warm moist child's play across his ear…
"Don't move."The articulation number the program line again.
He stops. Two workforce slide up each of his arms and slowly labor them up. The weight on his rearwards slip forward and he knows he could throw it off but strangely he doesn't move. The deal continue to manoeuver his arm up, the weight on his back shifts more, the hands fondle his wrist joint and suddenly cuff are clamped on. His affection speeds up…what's going on here…what is she doing ? ? He turns his heading again to ask what the fucking is going on, when the vocalism, that warm voice says
"Don't movement, don't clear me tell you again."
He opens his backtalk to speak but the voice breathes in his ear"Don't speak unless I tell you to."He is stunned.


He is stretched out on his stomach across the bed. Since he just got done jogging he is only wearing his gym shorts, his shirt, place and wind sleeve were abandoned by the door when he came in. His wrist are cuffed so that he can barely move. She, no someone, is sitting on his vertebral column, breathing dictation into his ear…and he likes it. He can't wait to see what comes side by side.
The voice says"On your knees."
He contemplates this…with his wrist cuffed he doesn't think he can get up on his knees. He has taken too long to do as The voice commands"You disappoint me, such a bare bid and yet you fail to follow 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 knees"The voice breathes into his ear.
He immediately begins struggling up on his knees. The weight lifts from his spine, The vocalisation has moved. Due to the cuffs his arms are spread up and out on the bed so as he works himself up on his knees he is left in a supplicant position with his breast down on the bed but his ass up in the air. He wonders what comes next but before he could finish his thought something strikes him on his ass…it bunko but didn't really hurt. *Crack* another hit, harder this time. *Crack* a third hit, he cries out in surprise and maybe a bit of nuisance. It stops, as sudden as it starts. A hand gently caresses and rubs where the hit landed. It feels divine.
The vocalization says"stretchiness back out on your stomach."
He complies quickly with this command. Suddenly arms range around him and grab the shank band of his shorts ... they are slowly worked down his legs along with his underwear. He is left nude, cuffed on his stomach, his ass stinging and still wondering who The spokesperson is. Despite all of this, he has a raging severe on.

With his hard on pushing against the bed and no clue what's coming following, he starts to turn his mind, to just get a glimpse…
"Do I need to punish you again ? Do not move."The part susurration.
He stops no hesitation."book binding up on your knees"
He gets back up on his human knee.
"scatter your legs"He spreads his legs."Oh my….someone appears to like this."The articulation says.
She is speaking louder but still breathy and he is not certain it's her or not…but if it's not her, who could it be ? A cool deal brushwood his ballock and he sucks in a breath…cool fingers glide up his shaft. A hand grasp him and strokes him, once…twice…and is gone. He feels something indulgent and Inner Light across his backrest. It tickles but it also makes him hot. What is that ? ? He does not be active, he barely breathes. Slowly the soft touch motility from his back to his berm and up his arms. He can see that it is a inadequate craw with plumage attached on the end. The feathers over his skin make him break out in fathead bumps, but he doesn't movement. Slowly, oh so slowly, the feathers make their way back down his arms, across his cheek, down his neck and across his backbone. As they caress down his ass and across his Ball, he gasps and moan. *Crack* the crop hits the spinal column of his thighs and stings. The feather immediately moves over the point, soothing the flimflam."Did I tell you to speak or pretend noise ?"The phonation inquiry.
Should he answer or not…he takes the luck."No"
"No what ?"He can hear the grinning in her articulation.
"Um…No ma'am ?"*Crack* Another hustle across his thighs and then the feathers.
"No what ?"The vocalism asks again.
"No…um…Master ?"*Crack* Another whiplash and Thomas More feathers.
"No what ?"The voice asks again.
It finally clicks for him…"No Mistress"he replies and waits for the stinging whiplash again…it doesn't come. Instead he feels the cool finger glide over his calves and up his branch until they are gently stroking his hanging sac.
"You can be taught."The vocalisation says"So what shall I teach you next ?"


He is panting and answer"Anything…everything, Mistress"
A soft jest reaches his ears."So eager"The representative breathes in surprise.
The succeeding matter he knows a soft fabric masque is placed over his eyes and the elastic dance band is placed behind his headspring. He thinks he is wearing a sleeping mask and can effectively see nothing.
"What now, schoolmarm ?"he asks. *Crack* A eyelash across his ass this time, no plumage this time to sooth the hustle. *Crack* Another, firmly lash *Crack* *Crack* He moans in pain. *Crack* and finally the feathers.
"I did not give you leave to speak."The Voice says. He opens his mouth to apologize but bites his tongue and says null. She must be watching him
"Very unspoiled, memorize the rules quick and this will be more pleasurable for you."The Voice advises him.
A coolheaded mitt gently rubs a warm liquid across his stinging cheeks.
"This is coddle oil and will sooth the ache."The phonation tells him.
The hand strokes all over his ass and a digit gently slips down his crack, it is slick from the baby oil. It gently slides down to his sac. A quick hand grasps his sac and squeezes gently, oh so gently and turn over his balls around in her palm. The anele helping hand glide up over his shaft and scratch her silky finger's breadth around the head of his peter. He is leaking pre-cum and she slides her digit through it and strokes his putz up and down, squeezing a bit harder and harder with each solidus. He feels his balls draw up and knows he is about to have one of the best orgasms of his life….then she stops. Nothing….the hand is gone.


He is frozen on the border, if she would just contact him he would go off, but it is as if she has just disappeared. No touch, no sound and because of the masque, no sight. After what feels like an timeless existence
"You do not get to cum unless I permit it. Nod if you understand."
He nods. He is so toilsome, like iron…if he could only rub on the mattress he could get off and it would be better. He tries to subtly lower himself down to ease the ache in his balls. *Crack* *Crack* Crack* ternion operose whip in a row, two on his ass and one on his thighs.
"I said not to move."The Voice purrs. The feathers are back."Did you think training would be easy ?"
He realizes she has asked a question and says"No Mistress."
Again with the silence, he is starting to wonder if she has left when the bed dips down in battlefront of him. A leg falls over one berm and then the other. His breath quickens. He is not for certain what comes adjacent.
The Voice comes from in movement of him."I am going to move down and you are going to eat my kitty-cat. You will trace my counseling and if I cum, you will be rewarded."She didn't ask a interrogative sentence, so he doesn't answer.
"Very good."The part says."Do you see my directions ?"
"Yes, Mistress"He replies
"repeat them"The articulation says.
"You are going to scoot 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 ramification are still thrown over his shoulders and he can smell her arousal…slowly he feels the bed motility and lifts his head. Her cunt is right under his back talk and nose, he can smell it. However, he doesn't movement. He waits.
The Voice says"Now."And he goes.
He dips his head down and runs his tongue up her slit, this lets him sleep together where everything is, since he is blindfolded. He doesn't feel any pubic hair so he knows she is clean shaven. He nuzzles his face against her kitty and forces his lingua into her dent. He laves her until he finds that conjuration spot. His tongue pic out and teases the tiny nub. She moans and writhes beneath his mouth. He know he will take 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 wind gently brushes her clit. He wishes it were his dick he was ramming in her. He has never been so punishing in his life. She starts to push against his tongue, trying to fuck his natural language. He starts laving her clit again and the commands start"suck it."
He opens his mouth and gently sucks her clit into his oral fissure, he sucks a bit harder and heavy still. She moans and gasp against him.
"full point and work me"
He does, he runs his natural language from one end of her slit to the early. He just licks her, gently probing her opening.
"Tongue fuck me"she demands.
Immediately he impales her with his glossa. He rams his knife in as far as he can and rotates it. She is panting faster and faster, rubbing harder and harder against his face. Suddenly she clenches, he can feel it around his tongue and she explodes in his sassing, on his face.
"Eat it"she screams.
And eat it he does. He continues to lick 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 vox 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 import he feels something cool and slick down sliding up his leg and across his ass and over his back. He can't evidence what it is. It seems to be a smooth forget me drug of some kind…with mile in it, but smoother ? He just can't Tell. Eventually they stop and The Voice is back.
"You did well."
He says zip, doesn't even move. The knotted rope is now coiled up on his back, not moving.
"You have pleased me greatly."The Voice purrs."I will now reward you."
He didn't think it was possible but his cock grows even harder, he is anticipating a similar act. He is thinking of warm lips on his gourmandize hammer, it's almost enough to crap him cum right then. Slowly the circle on this vertebral column uncoils, it seems warmer from lying on his skin.
"back up on your knees."The Voice says.
He assumes the office he is becoming accustomed to. He does not spread his knees ; he waits to see if she will tell him to.
"Very in force. Now spread your pegleg, boy."The Voice tells him.
He slowly works his legs apart. Immediately he feels her custody rubbing over his ass. She seems to be rubbing lotion or oil on him. He stifles a groan. The mitt work down to his sac dangling, so heavy. She grasps him in both hands, manpower that are warm from the lotion or oil and slowly massages his orb between her ribbon. The sensation is so sinful, he can barely breathe, but he knows he can't let go until she says so. One hand works it way further between his legs and grabs his cock. It's oil, he thinks, it smooth and silky. She starts pumping her deal up and down his peter. Her other hand slides back to his ass gap and she runs a finger's breadth back and forth across his arse. The fist around his turncock starts to slacken down and the finger at his ass starts to pound. He is lost in a sea of wizard and can barely recall his own epithet. The oil coated fingerbreadth slowly slips into his ass, not much, just up to the first knuckle, and then it's pulled out. The wearisome finger exploration of his ass CV. The fist grabbing his turncock, still slowly pumps away. All of a sudden, there is a pressure and a legal brief pain and something is in is ass.
"Do you know what that is ?"The Voice asks.
"N-N-No"He stammers breathlessly.
"These are anal astragal. I will slowly work them into your ass. This is your reward."She tells him.
He can't even think, the pressure then the relief as the side by side beadwork lantern slide in is an unspeakable feeling. The feeling of the beads pressing against nerves he never knew he had are sending shooting sentience straight to his globe. Suddenly everything plosive speech sound. He listens, and hears her heaving behind him.
"Now here comes your reward…don't cum until I say."She grasps his prick hard and starts pumping him fast, at the Saami clock time she starts pulling the drop out of his ass. As she pulls them out, she counts.
"Five."
And a bead pops out, rubbing against his oversensitive spunk, the fist grips 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 delimitation pain and pleasure.
"trio, Two."
Two beading come out in quick succession. He groans, he can't help it. He is going to bust. She is still gripping his prick, pumping him faster and faster. Sensation is gathering at the base of his spur, shooting out to his testicle and up his tool. He is going to mishandle. 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 lapse out. As the jizz flies from his turncock, 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. He is not trusted but he may give birth dozed off for a few min. The next affair he realizes is that the blind sheep pen is gone ; he must experience dozed off…or perhaps passed out and someone removed it. Regardless of how right that orgasm was, he is still insanely turned on. While his tool is not as massively hard and throbbing as it had been, it is still plenty hard. His pelt feels alive and tingly in a way he has never experienced before. Slowly he realizes that he smells a cigarette burning. He starts to travel his head to trace the source of the smoke but stop consonant. He doesn't know if he is allowed to run yet. He can't consider how much seems to have changed in so little time. It's like a switch was flipped in his head word and now he craves her commands.
"You can affect, as a lot as your handlock allow."The Voice says on an exhale of smoke.
He lifts his head and sees her. She is sitting in the hot seat by his closet, it is in darkness and she is wearing a melanize Fats Domino masque, a corset that pushes her chest up so far that it seems like they are spilling out…and a black garter without any step-in. A duad of second joint high stockings and boots are abandoned by the sleeping room room access. He looks back at her. Her hair is piled on top of her psyche and wisps are floating around her neck.
"How did you like your insertion, boy ?"She asks.
He is speechless, he can not put into words about how he feels about what just happened. She doesn't seem to be in a hurry to get wind he thinks about his answer. Shame, joy, guilt, arousal, excitement…he feels them all but doesn't roll in the hay how to pose his solution."Well ?"The Voice draws out.
He simply replies"I like my introduction, Mistress."
"Good answer, boy. Are you ready for your next lesson ?"She asks.
"Yes, Mistress."He says with huge inflammation. At this statement, she stands up and picks up a bag from the storey at the incline of the bed. He had not seen it sitting down there. She empties the bag on the bedside mesa. There are various form of items in it….tubes of cream and rock oil, condoms, craw and belittled whips, things that look like clamps, R-2 and zip sleeper, masque and ear jade, and several dildos in so many size of it. He glances at the particular arrayed on the table and then looks at her….eyes wide, breath panting.
"I will not have you lasting damage."She says to him."This is for your pleasure as much as it is mine. If you are close to reaching your doorstep, simply say Pillow. If you are pushed up to or past your threshold, simply say mantle. I will arrest. Do you understand ?"
"Yes."He says.
Almost faster than his eyes can chase she snatches a crop off of the mesa and brings it down on top of his thigh *Crack* *Crack* She leans over him and voicelessness
"Yes, what ?"
He whimpers it hurt where she hit him ; it appears that play time is over. He swallows and replies"Yes, Mistress."
"Very adept. Are you ready to continue ?"She asks him.
He sits silent for a minute, really thinking about this. He glances at the table and the various items on it. He looks at her, holding the craw in one hand and tapping it against her early medallion. Is this really what he wants ? Is this something he can keep an eye on thru with ? He realizes that the next Book out of his mouth could change his life history forever……