I wake by the sound of the chime my phone makes when a text message is coming through. I reach sleepy over, the time says 7am and the content instructs to aim a shower bath and make myself some breakfast. I wipe the sleep from my eye, and get out of bed. The door to the way where I am kept is unlocked. This means he was here early this dawning ; it was locked when I fell asleep net night after I heard the strawman door creak close.

After I have finished my dayspring turn, put on a clean sleep shirt, and I'm done in about an hour. I'm downstairs and there is some dismount cleaning needed to be done from the gathering he had here shoemaker's last dark. Sometimes he allows me to link, sometimes he keeps my mesh upstairs. Last nighttime I was kept locked in my room. There are consequence after he has sent everyone else home he will get up and spend fourth dimension playing with me, other times I am left alone listening as the threshold creaks shut. There doesn't seem to be a pattern for when he allows me to come down, it depends on his mood and wants at the time.

Checking messages I am on-line, surfing the net when he comes in. I have washed the blankets that I've laid on the floor and I'm kneel on it. professional comes over to me and pets me as he takes a seat on the lounge. We make small talk of the town for a while, discussing government, religion whatever is on his mind at the fourth dimension. These are the moments when I am also a companion to him.

He begins to rub his cock, I am waiting. He pulls me by my hair close to him. It's already hard, and gear up. As my mouthpiece covered the tip and slipped slowly down the irradiation he tells me he is going to piss. I am going to drink it. I swallowed as he pushed and my throat filled with his pecker, warmed by the fountain of piss that he was releasing into me. I choked, and my eye watered, I made gagging randomness. He moaned, groaned and held my head steadily until he was done. I sucked him clean and licked his balls, and kissed his putz before I pulled away. He petted me as he handed me a bottle of water to salute. I thanked him.

We continued the conversation we had started and when he had enough he stood, motioned for me to stick around and walk into the early elbow room. I could get wind him getting something out of the boxers. He came back with a hood. He motioned for me to stomach. I stand and he pulled the cowling over my fountainhead. It left me blind and it reduced the interference I can find out. My sass is left uncovered. I feel the plastered leather training leash being secured around my neck.

It is disorienting. I am just there, not being able to see him or hear him. Not knowing what he is doing. I feel the sting of a flogger on my legs and thighs. He begins slowly, repeatedly hitting the same spot over and over again. I am moaning, beginning to cry. weeping falling down my font, but he can't see them. I feel the callosity on his hands as he rubs the welts he has left. The roughness of his hide with the fuzziness of his touch makes this second feel somewhat like a metaphor for our relationship.

He pushes me down to my knees. I am expecting his cock in straw man of my mouth any moment. My natural language slowly reaching to feel for it, but nothing comes. Instead he is pulling my shirt off leaving my torso completely exposed. I am sniffing in the air, trying to trip up his olfactory property and bump him. I know better than to actuate or reach for him. I only catch the smelling of vanilla.

The searing estrus from the wax dripping over my berm and down my breasts takes my thoughts. The vanilla is coming from the candle he is burning and dripping on me. The wax is falling on my thorax. He picks up one of my breasts and begins to pelt the wax directly onto my nipple. I cry and howler, moving back trying to get away. I find that he has a range of some sort attached to the arrest to proceed me from moving too much.

He waits a little while, letting the wax cool and harden on my knocker. It feels like forever, before I feel him set about to peal the wax from me. He is removing it slowly and rubbing me as he does so. I am breathing slowly, just enjoying the consequence. professional loves to keep my body in varying level of bruising. He begins to wrap my tit with a nylon rophy, the kind nearly people would use as a clothes line. It's rough, but not too cutting. He beings to wind my tit at the substructure and pulls it tights as he comes around it moving toward the nipple. They are turning numb from the constriction of the Mexican valium. I imagine the deep red or regal color the tegument is showing as well. When he has wrapped to within an inch of my nipple he ties the rope off of each tit to the d ring on front of my collar.

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

I imagine the sadistic smile he must have on his aspect. I am certain he would have slapped me for screaming but the hood will weaken the blow, so he is contemplating other ideas to punish me. Watching me wince in the expectancy more so than the hurting, he reminds me often that about of the discomfort and pain is in my mind and not in what he does to me. I am for sure that he is getting an erection hearing the strand go fuddled with each apparent movement I make along with listening to the charms on my anklet sing with the flimsy bowel movement I make.
He reaches for my arm and pulling me up to my feet. He begins to take the air and I follow him. He sits me on the Bench. This bench has a rack of sorts attached to the back of it. He securely ties my hands and legs to the judiciary. Pushes a vibrator into me, then takes a crop to my pussy. He does this because he knows it confuses me. The delight of the vibrator and the pain the crop all at once will push my judgment into a subspace that I can not define. My body is shaking from the coming I am about to induce. I can palpate it pulsing through me as though it will shatter me into a thousand pieces.

I do not remember him releasing me or removing the thug, but he must have because now I am on the base, kneeling in strawman of the Bench and he is telling me to cream her slit. I am not surely who she is, or where she came from but I do not hesitate. My face is buried deeply within her pussy. My mouth pulling at her clit as my tongue runs over it again and again. The coolness of the air as I breathe against her. It does not claim long before her legs are shaking and she is moaning. I want to front for him, I like to check him as he watches me. I slow down and my ass is warmed by the paddle.

I keep going, licking and sucking on her, making her moan, her hand in my hair pulling my aspect closer, deeper into her. I suck her, deeply. crowd my spit up into her. Listen as she screams and groan. I only stop when he pulls me back. He comes in and Begin to lie with her while I lick his ass without teaching. He gasps when he feels my clapper pushing into his ass while he goes deep into her. I suck his son of a bitch as if it was her clit. My tongue running over it, back and forth across it. Just as I hear that sound he makes before he comes, I push my tongue into him and she is rewarded with his quick cum.

As he turns from her, I take his shaft into my mouth. Cleaning him up, tasting the fluids of both of them together on him. She asks if she is next. I lick and suck on him while he decides. Slowly, softly circling the tip of his stopcock and then brushing my spit lightly over his clod and thighs to get every endure drop of it. He pushes my head into her to cleanse her as well.

I start on her thighs and travel slowly toward her pussy. I want to pester her, so I am going painstaking slowly. I know she wants her clit licked, so I will keep it for utmost. I circle over her twat moving slowly to the snapper. Making indisputable to spend a little Sir Thomas More care on her ass before I move to her clit. I hear Master moaning behind us. I know he is watching so I want to make sure he gets a good show. As she is moaning and groaning, telling me I am a"good missy"I am again pulled back.

sea captain is pushing a ball gag into my mouth. He secures it my forefront and then I go back to rubbing it against her, her hands guiding me back to her pussy. Master wants to limit her pleasure, but he still wants to see us play. The ballock gag keeps her fire but it doesn't allow for the satisfaction she wants. She is starting to beg Master, she wants to orgasm. He says no. I just keep going while she continues to sulk and beg and he enjoys the mo.

He taps me with his foot and Tell me to go to my room. I leave, the gag still in billet. I can discover them moving around downstairs. I just wait. Soon he comes up. He takes the gag and wants me to suck him off one more time. I do. He tells me I pleased him. I wonder who was flogging me, pouring wax on me but I know easily than to oppugn him. Was it him or her ? Master gets up, ringlet my door as he leaves without another Bible .