tranquillity, and darkness. Those are the only matter I can sense right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands bounce behind my dorsum, blindfold over my eye. Have n't heard much of a sound since you put me like this and told me to wait, quietly. Soon I hear the subdued footsteps of you padding across the story to me. Silence again before I feel the sudden, penetrative esthesis of your tooth on my earlobe. I gasp out at the surprise only to have it met with your mitt across my oral cavity and a harder, stinging pungency on my neck. I feel your hand running down my chest and your breasts on my back as you run your lingua up to my ear, giving it a easygoing osculation before whispering to me.

'' You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be trade good and obey and you 'll relish it. I promise you an orgasm that you 'll feel for daylight. Fight me, and you will regret it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your words are playful and soft, but I can sense the stern tone behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

'' Good boy. '' I barely have clip to fathom what might be in computer storage for me later before I feel something warm and wet being pushed into my face.

'' Open your mouth, '' you parliamentary procedure. My rima oris opens slowly and is instantly to the full of your already moist slit. I slip my lingua in as far as it can go, rolling it and flicking it inside you ; my back talk rubbing against your clit. `` There you go, '' you say. `` Get me nice and wet so I can slide 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 obtrusive to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's in good order, pet. I 'm going to fuck your ass. I 'm going to slip my royal cock into your soused little ass, and pound you until you 're weak. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that realisation sinks in, I evidently get distracted and lose stress on my unwritten duties, to your displeasure. You make this fact clear to me with a touch to my teat. Faced with the idea of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my knife and lip. With every pass second, as my natural language slips all over you, I can finger you getting sozzled and wetter. The soft groan, and quick gasps of air I can hear escaping your lips tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few moment of this, you stop me. You do n't say anything to me, but you were stuffy to coming, and started to get faint in the knees. `` Lean forward, put your expression on the bed, '' you tell me. I broken myself down, burying my face on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my wooden leg. I can get word you moving around, and suddenly sensory faculty something stale and sleek slip between my ass cheeks. It takes a second before I realize that it 's your lubed up finger. I can palpate you tracing around my puckered muddle, making the area around it as wet and greased as you can. My heavy breathing of arithmetic mean gets worse as you slip your finger inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and carry my intimation, expecting to feel your toy slide up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that meter yet. This is just to help tease you up. '' I relax as your finger retreat from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something larger and wider. I start to squirm away, but you throw your arm over me and defend my pelvic arch in place and in one tranquil motion, shove the target 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 line of business you leave. Lost in thought at the wonderful feeling of your nails, and trying to come in to terminus with the intruder in my ass, I 'm jarred from this train of thought abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the vibrations on the bullet to full-of-the-moon, without warning. Initially tense up, I start to return in to how gratifying the sensations are ; squirming and rocking slightly, slim moans escaping from my lips. Pleased with my chemical reaction, you decide to wreak a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my backbone, and inclination toward my backside. Taking the corduroy in your hand, you begin to pull the bullet train out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the walls of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing jam, you pull a minuscule harder until just the very edge of the toy is poking out of my ass. ineffective to fight against the acute aesthesis rolling across my body from this, I tense up, my butt joint apparently hungry to have the toy back in me. Unfortunately, it slips out. `` Bad boy, '' you chide. `` If you ca n't work with your miniature correctly, then we wo n't have them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those words, you kneel behind me again. This meter, you push the hummer back in me, following it with your fingers and jamming it as mystifying 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 mountain pass by flicking your spit across my chill shit. This sends me wild and a labored `` Oh, God yes '' leak my rim.

'' Like that ? '' you ask, clearly glad with the resolution.

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

'' I mean, yes, schoolmistress. ``

'' Very honorable. '' Keeping up with making me thrill in delight with your tongue, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my branch and stroking my shaft. I can not process all these overpowering whizz happening to the most sensitive section of my physical structure, all at one time and rapidly palpate an orgasm building. After a few to a greater extent present moment of this, I 'm on the threshold. I can barely hold back. The heavy, thrill vibrations deep in my ass, the warm wetness of your knife on my mother fucker, and the soft squeeze of your handwriting around my peter are all contributing to what I can tell is going to be a massive orgasm. My breathing quickens and I start to tense up up, feeling the orgasm coming from oceanic abyss 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 cold-blooded `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me curt. `` You 've had muckle of pleasure, now it 's my tour. Up on the bed, on your back, and spread, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You arrest me long enough to loosen the turnup holding my arms together behind me, then crusade me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to position myself in the middle, and circularise my arm and wooden leg as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the hummer deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only tell you 're on the bed with me when you start binding me to the street corner of the bed, pulling the straps as tight to the boundary as you can. I try to travel an arm, but do n't get Sir Thomas More than an inch, if that. And I ca n't move my branch around at all. You lower yourself down on me, sitting just in front of my raging erection. Leaning over to kiss me, you run one hand across my pectus as the other berth between your ramification to play with my dick again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my cock when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the favor by nipping at my auricle and sinking your teeth and rim into my neck, your helping hand never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can secernate you grab something from off the bed. The adjacent matter I 'm mindful of is a leg on either face of my head, from you kneeling over me. The entirely reason I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly displume your knees close, effectively locking my foreland in billet. Without warning, you drop down the rest of the way until you 're covering my face between my middle and mentum with your luscious pussy. The sudden warmth and wetness smothering me jars me for a endorse, but I quickly recover and eagerly fall away my knife in you, tasting your juices and breathing you in. I ca n't assist myself but to lift my head up, trying to bury my clapper deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your rosehip against me, running your fingers through my hair and grabbing handfuls with each exquisite ripple of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my mouth, and soaking my typeface. The taste of you, and the warm feeling of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more aggressive. I nip playfully at your back talk, and silently smile at the shiver and gasp you emit when I take your button between my teeth lightly. The sensations ripping through your consistence, racing at break-neck stop number are making your cutis crawl, and your body shake up, taking you to border, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to combat this.

Stopping your grinding against my face momentarily, and having to fight me off of you for a second 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 sooner, and are rubbing it around on your most sensitive areas, picking up your easy back and Forth movement against me. Thoroughly loving the sounds you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the moment. Not giving me a s balance, 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 stop, '' you chide. Focused back on the task at hand, I go back to arousing you with my spit, now working in tandem with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the adept of being deprived of my skunk and feeling the treble vibrations of the bullet in me and your vibe in close law of proximity to my face, or the enticing odor and taste perception of your dripping wet cunt, or the electric sensation of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to drop off focus and any witting thought process as I lose myself in you, and you start to feel the climax building and creeping down your spine.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not much longer, as you can barely hang on a good deal foresighted. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and stiffen up. Your hint catching in your throat, your skin electric automobile with heightened sensation. Finally, you feel it coming. The only clue I get to you being so close to the edge are some subtle clue. The intensity level and force by which your costless deal is grabbing handfuls of my hair. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your articulatio genus squeezing tighter and tighter against my head. Not sure what to do, I just keep licking and massaging with my natural language. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and seize up, and the offset ebullition of fluid splashes into my mouth, surprising me and making me coughing. It takes me a second to regain my composure, and I go back to study with my mouth. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the orgasm rocketing all over your body, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One paw holding your toy in post on your now swollen and sensitive clitoris, the other rubbing your pussy with fervor, sending juices all over the plaza ; splashing against your consistency, spraying all over my fount, running down my impertinence and chin, down my neck opening. This continues for a few Sir Thomas More moments, effectively soaking my typeface and branch, and coating the inside of your second joint. Settling back on my pectus, you collapse forward, resting your chief just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through labored breaths. I can manage nothing More than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your white meat is smothering my rima oris. `` Mmmmm, trade good. You 've no idea how awing that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you sketch the scathe. Everything from my blazon, down to my thorax, is literally soaking, coated in your juices. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My first sight is your flushed typeface, a luminosity, satisfied grin on it. I look down to see the region I 've been attending to for the finis while. Your puss is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can feel a drop running down the outside of my mouth, and I quickly dart my tongue out to grab it, as you taste phenomenal.

'' Mmmm ... I must taste awe-inspiring. Do I ? '' you tease.

'' Yes mistress, '' I reply, the stinging of my pap still fresh in my mind. You lean down slowly and lightly run your tongue along my lips, lapping up the remaining succus, as if to try out yourself. You bite down on your depleted lip, seemingly savoring the mouthful.

'' I really do taste secure. 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 grin on your case. `` fountainhead do n't care, you 're about to get much more. And since I tasted myself and liked it, maybe I 'll suffer you taste yourself later, '' you declare, form of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and walk to the end. You uncuff my ankles and state me to raise my legs up. I comply, and you take the cuffs around my ankles, and using extended straps, you connect them to the straps binding my carpus. This keeps my legs up and back, but allows me to change spot slightly if they get fatigued. You reach down past the end of the bed, grabbing matter I ca n't see. Keeping them from my view, you climb back over me. However, this time your branch are on paired incline as you squat down over my face again, burying my face in your snatch again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

lying stomach to digest, you reach toward the behind of the bed for one of the point you grabbed earlier. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my side, you grab my cock in your hand again. Keeping your suitcase firm and tight, so as to forbid me from getting harder, you slip a couple rings on me. One around the base of my balls, two mean single around the root of my calamus ; designed to prevent me hard and prolong me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your twat just outside my mouth, and say one thing to me before burying my lip between your legs again. `` Relax and savor this, and no issue what, do not halt with your mouth. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my glossa, you refocus your attention to my lower one-half, still stroking my curing dick. With your unblock hand, you crack afford a nursing bottle of lube and pour a minuscule sum on the drumhead of my dick. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again ; your design being to get me as hard as you can, as the rings take effect and keep me set for you to play with. You wipe up the excessiveness lube with your still free helping hand, and slowly draw your finger down, between my brass, and start rubbing it in a round around my kettle of fish. Wanting to recreate and search more, you finally pull the still-vibrating bullet from late in my ass. You slip in two finger 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 succeeding level and demand my putz in your lip. Slowly, you slide your lips down my shaft, bit by bit, until you reach the bum. Your back talk tightens around it, and at the same clip, you push your fingers into my hole as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your glossa along the side, making me feel every bit of the natural state hotshot. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your tongue ; your mitt now running a firm grip up and down. You start to bring in a calendar method now.

One hired man tightly wrapped around my throbbing prick, working its way up and down. The early exploring my ass as deeply and unfastened as it will go. Your warm, wet oral fissure running in tandem with the paw on my pecker ; all while grinding your hips back into my case, burying me in your pussy. Staying at this pace, eventually I feel an coming building again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing more shoal and quicker. You let me savor it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. Fingers, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to stretch along me out, and handwriting still pumping madly away at my gumshoe, you turn back to wait at me, moving your hip away to make eye contact, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To stress your full point, you push your finger's breadth in deeper and bite the head of my dick. My muffled cry and back arching Army of the Pure you know your point was made.

turn back to working, you finally, slowly remove all but one fingerbreadth from within me. `` You 're starting to loosen up, my pet. But we still need a short more. Plus we have to get your tight piddling hollow used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my shaft in you, I 'm not going easy on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and grab a set of anal beads, as well as the lubricating substance again. Holding the beadwork in one hand, you generously utilize lubricant to it. Using two finger's breadth to spread my cheeks unfold enough, you guide the astragal toward my ass. As soon as the first modest drop pushes through and into me, my body jerky and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to bet and you smack me intemperately on the second joint, backed by an"Open up !"command. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you accession again. You push the second base beadwork in quickly, not giving me clock time to adapt to it. Again my body vellication at the unexpected intruder."If you can drive 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 beading gets bigger,"you taunt, popping in the third one.

For the next few beads, you deliberately call for your time forcing them in, making my jam expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual entertainment. Reaching the finale 4 drop, the biggest unity, you pause briefly. After taking my cock tightly in your manus again, you rapidly shove the final examination four bead into me. The sudden pressure and wizard of something firmly hitting that sensitive office makes my gumshoe jerk out of control in your hand. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the entire strand in, rotating it so the lump keep rubbing up against the English, and driving me unwarranted. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your sassing around my cock, picking back up the rhythmic motion from earlier.

Your goal here is simpleton : 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 unanimous time you're driving me wild ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your hip back into my face harder and harder, loving the feeling of my tongue caressing your most sore areas. It's turning you on Thomas More and Thomas More, and getting you incredibly wet again, while also serving to put you on the path to getting off again. Starting to pick up your stride again with your oral fissure and hand, you also start rapidly sliding the integral strand of beads in and out of me, at alternating amphetamine, which drives my ass insane and starts to violently jostle me toward coming.

For a few proceedings, this particular torture 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 massive, superb orgasm. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and give up suddenly, denying me a release. You finally hit the beads from within me, and ski tow yourself up off of me, standing future to the bed.

'' Just about that time, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your tight niggling ass mercilessly until you 're on the loose and weak in the articulatio genus ? Because that 's coming. Hope you 're quick, '' you taunt. Not letting me move an inch, you decide to give yourself a piddling speedy joy and not let me relax or tighten up. You grab the full black cock plug, and lube it plenty to slither nursing home. Reaching back down to spread my cheeks, you pedigree it up with my puckered hole.

'' arrest your breath, '' you whisper, before beginning to push it in to me. The swollen and bulbous head is the hardest part to get in. I start to tug back and clutch up, fighting you, but you only pin my legs down, and push harder. Does n't take much to a greater extent, and with a flimsy pop, my ass swallows the capitulum. I let out a slight moan of discomfort, and start squirming in protest.

'' Honey, you better get used to it. My cock is bigger and chummy than this, and wo n't be as gentle. Plus one day I might want to get my stallion hand up there ... '' You can discover me react to that assertion, and use it to skid the remainder of the toy in me, the boundary snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another metre, '' you say with an edge of ribbing. `` For now, we 're going to stay fresh you let loose and get-up-and-go you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in space when my gob is tight around it 's thickest item, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass work its way around each vein of the toy and stretching to accommodate. 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 putz, squeezing it tight. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my cock against the annulus. You bring yourself around, running your hand up and down my shaft faster and tightening your grip. Your tongue flicks lightly against the head, making me jump each time. My stage are twitching and shaking, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your handwriting, but only so you can wrap your lips around my cock and go along to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this degree, it 's not hard for you to severalise when I 'm just about to the point of approaching, so after keeping up your teasing, you start to notice me hitting that point. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my hips conjure up up to meet your mouth, and my cock start to swell up, you suddenly block off completely, with cypher to a greater extent than an extremely tight bobby pin at the foot and around my glob to preclude me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an orgasm I so desperately want, you remind of the rules. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not ready to let you yet, my little cum trollop. I just wanted you to have a little joy before what happens next, because you might not enjoy it. Though I know I will, '' you declare.

"I think you're finally gear up,"you declare, rising again from the bed. Walking over to the death chair, you grab the bag of toys. Reaching in, you pull out your toy : the large, thick, ribbed, purple, double-ended strap-on. Stepping back over near me on the bed, you slowly, and carefully, mistreat into one leg shoulder 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 slide my toy into me easily, you would get the same courtesy. Now, your job since we've started was to make me as wet as possible, so that my toy went in with no offspring. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your side by the school principal, you start to guide it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only watch out. I notice that your pussy is clearly tumefy and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was part of your programme ; to make me helplessly watch in anxious hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the start it slips in without emergence. However, much to my despair, as soon as you meet the ridgeline on it, it starts to play resistance. I can you see you trying to push harder to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the whole matter in to the hilt, mostly without too much difficultness. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my chest with a leg on either side of my point again, this time putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your next motion."wellspring, you get lucky, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the hardest thing to get in, but it did fight back at some head. Apparently you can't even get a slit wet correctly. Such a wretched hard worker. So you'll get it lubed up some from me, but first you're going to get wind how to properly make something wet when you're ordered to do so."

Before I can react, you grab my head by the hair in one hand, and your toy in the former, and jump forward, forcing your toy into my mouth. Not relenting, you push forward with your pelvis, and pull my nous toward you, pushing in farther. I'm literally bucking underneath you, trying to get away, but you hold me there for a few sec. Easing back, you slip the toy out of my mouth, but maintain your grip on my head and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the shag ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your putz back in.

"I never said you could talk,"you command."I told you, you're going to learn how to use your mouth to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my pussycat, so you're going to get word the tough way : Do it to my prick before I put it in your ass. hold on fighting, and it's the entirely lubricating substance you're going to get."To drive your point home, you reach back and wind one of my pap as hard as you can, and at the same time, you push more of your toy into my oral cavity, to where I can feel it hitting the back of my pharynx.

"Do you fucking infer me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my drumhead in defeat and banker's acceptance."honorable boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensitive nipple, you take my head in both hands, and rend slowly back, until just the chief is resting on my brim. You linger there a consequence, then draw in my head forward as far as you can. This slides my lips an inch or so down the shaft, which isn't good enough. You let me know with a,"This intact thing is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to have to do wagerer if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't bring my head any further down on it, you ease your dead body 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 hips back again, pulling it all the way out of my mouth. After a second, you jump forward again ; thrusting your pseudo cock back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your hips back and Forth River, getting wet at the sight of your regal toy sliding and out of my mouth, completely against my will. Not to mention the fact that every time you hit the back of my throat, your face of the toy pushes into you, and chafe against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a suction with my lips, which causes your toy to gently drop away in and out of you, each meter it does the same thing in my mouth. Naturally, this starts to get you live and wetter. Because of this, you start going faster and faster, and pushing harder, which forces it further down my throat. Lost in your own human beings, enjoying both the wiz, and the view of my lips tightly wrapped around your toy, you ignore my whimpering and moaning as you invade me further ; your body picking up an almost wave-like motion.

It's not long before you start to palpate the all too familiar virtuoso 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 inch from your stomach. Pulling back and all the way out, I begin coughing from it being difficult to breath. I recover after a moment, as you still sit there. Thrilled with what just materialize, you lean down succeeding to my ear, and tantalize me by telling me,"You're just a good small bitch. I'm very proud of you, but I want to see if you can admit it all the way down. I want your nose against my stomach, is that sympathise my pet ?"I hesitate a endorse, before acknowledging your asking. You show how exalt you are with a soft moan, and plant a taunting kiss on my cheek.

Sitting back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is less outer space between you and my mouthpiece. Without asking if I'm ready, you place the tip at my backtalk again, and countermand my head slightly up so the head of your toy slides in my back talk. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with determination. You reach the first wall, and with a brisk"Open !"you see my mouth open wider, allowing to press the intruder in further. Next you feel your toy prick hit the cover of my throat, but you're not letting that occlusive you. Rising up on your stifle a short, you start using your eubstance weight to push, and after a few readjustments of my jaw, you feel my pharynx give way, and your shaft slides the rest of the way in. My nose is now firmly buried against your breadbasket ; your toy the whole way in.

You let out a squeal of delectation, and after leaving it there a moment, you pull all the way out. I barely get a probability to catch a breathing space, before you've shoved it back in to the hilt again. Keeping your toy pushed in all the way, you push my brain back against the pillow, and lift yourself up on your knees, so you're almost directly above me. In that position, you start pulling your hips up, withdrawing your toy from trench in my pharynx, until it's barely out. Then you let your physical structure fall down 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 holes is allowed to be any tighter than any of mine,"you tell me, pumping up and down, again and again.

After a few second of this, you're satisfied that I can withdraw all of your cock down my throat with no publication, and overstretch yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to catch my breath, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my impudence, and snap up the gag from the chair."That's the last meter you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my head again, you force the ball gag into my mouth, and secure it tightly around my headland. Now tied up, blindfolded, and gagged, I am left completely to your will and can not do anything about it. Enjoying the silence now, you let out a tranquillity sigh, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your next task.

Disconnecting one of my leg restraints, you monastic order me to leaf over, on my stomach. I comply, and roll over ; the restraints around my articulatio radiocarpea tightening. Once over, you restrain my free leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the bottle of lube, you put the tip between my cheeks, at the entrance to my hole, and squeeze gently."I promised you a little bit of lubricating substance, and even though you have fought back, I'll save my promise. Besides…. With as hard as I'm going to love you, you're going to need it,"you tease. You swipe up a fiddling lube on two of your fingers, and push them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a 3rd finger to make sure the entree to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingers, you take your toy in your hand, and twinge a decorous amount of lubricant down onto it. Catching the excess in your hand, you wrap your digit around the shaft, and work your handwriting up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lubricator down, and put yourself in position behind me, the tip of your hawkshaw hovering just above my ass.

Leaning forward to whisper in my ear, your toy settee in between my brass. Biting my ear playfully, you whisper a question to me.

"Are you ready ?"you ask.

I nod my head.

"Ready for what ?"I manage to utter a stifle"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 fuck me Mistress."

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

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

"nookie you how ?"you taunt, an almost playful teasing character to your voice.

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

"With…. ?"you say, leaving the answer open. 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 face in the pillow ; this isn't going to be well-to-do,"you tell me. Tightening the gag again as you don't want to hear me just yet, you push my headspring back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

Holding your toy in your script, you guide it towards my now lubed up, loose and waiting fix. You trace a circle around the opening with the forefront to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the headland into my ass. The twitch of my legs and clenching of my ass, conflate with a calm down sigh, severalize you that it was a mix of pleasure and bother, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at 1st. Able to direct it in without your hand now, you pull my ass apart so you can watch your tool slide into my ass. Putting your free weight behind it as you did above me before, you apply pressure level and the stopcock starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the bottom ; your trunk pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy rest there for a minute, making my ass stretch around it and oblige it. Very slowly, you start inching yourself back out so I feel every bump and rib of your toy cock, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the head still in. Not waiting, or taking it loose this sentence, you quickly thrust the entire shaft all the way in, slamming into me. I cry out from the gag. Without any mercifulness, you pull out and force fully back in again. Now that you know how loosen I am, you take your sweet time, getting the inside of me slick with lubricator. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lubricating substance to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're satisfied that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my sozzled golf hole is now plenty loose for your enjoyment, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a soft groan from me.

'' Now, I want you to raise up on your hands and genu, but do not let my rooster slip out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to rest on your bounder, pulling about half of your toy out. Very carefully, I lift myself up on my cubitus. I rise up on one genu, and then the other, but as I go to works 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 feel you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your shaft against my ass a few times. `` You did n't keep abreast didactics. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the mind of your dick back into my ass, then grab my hips. Settling in, you pull me back as concentrated as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your dick into me full force. You are n't being lenify with me anymore. Fully aware that I can easily involve it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my rose hip for impart grip, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can manage. Our bodies slapping together at the force makes an audible noise, but you do n't slow down. You 're enjoying every second of watching my ass bounce from each severe thrust into me, and the sound of my moaning in delight.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as severe and immobile in counter, which is aided by a small vibrator you secured to tease your clit. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; hard and tenacious knife thrust, making for sure your torso slams place flat against me every fourth dimension. 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, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. restrain making those disturbance. If I ca n't hear 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 dick, which was been swinging back and forth from your voiceless nookie. You push the rings around it back up tightly, as you do n't want me coming just yet, and dedicate it a few slow and firm strokes, just to advertize me that much nearer and bug me that much more. Leaning forward, you place both hands on my shoulders, while pulling your hip joint back. You lean as finish to my ear as you can.

'' Now it 's your pick how I give it to you. You have options. Which will it be ? 'Fuck me faster, fuck me deeper, or roll in the hay me intemperately .'Those are your alternative, so choose, '' 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 like it. ''

I pause another import or so, before mumbling a fallible, halfhearted, `` Faster, schoolmarm. ''

You think for a back. `` You know, I do n't like your answer. You took too farseeing, and you did n't seem like you really wanted it. So now you 're getting all three, '' you say, chiding me. Grabbing onto my shoulder tightly, you pull me back quickly onto your toy turncock. In this new position, you 're able to go deep than before, and you take vantage of it. You do n't stop furiously pounding away at me, but now you 're also pushing more when your hips hit my ass to labor your toy in to me as far and as inscrutable as you can. The harder and faster you Egyptian pound, the Sir Thomas More I can palpate the rolling waving of an climax building, and you 're not even touching my dick.

The same is true on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can feel your body start to tense up, an amazing orgasm construction. The closer you get, it seems like you find superfluous gears in the velocity and power of your thrust, because as you get nearer to coming, your pounding gets even more acute, until I 'm moaning and crying out behind the gag, and you 're panting and breathing heavily, stifling your own cries of delight. Thrusting in and out. Long, mysterious volley of question. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your shaft is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so toilsome that your body is redden against mine. Every so often, your cock slips out, but that does n't quit you pounding away at me, as you force yourself forward again, and your long, thick purpleness toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no ohmic resistance or effort.

You carry on like this for some time, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the force play of the vivid orgasm building inside you. The glorious pain, pleasure, and pressure sensations I feel against my most sensitive spot are making me weak in the knees, and my entire body is tiring from handling the force of your ass-fucking, making me downcast myself down on my articulatio cubiti for support ; the whole time, my dick oozing pre-cum. It 's not too much recollective, and you can feel yourself start to do. Just at the edge of climax, you slam in one concluding time, before your pounding ceases. As the sexual climax hits, you fall against my book binding, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slow dweeb that rub your toy against your clit, which push the climax harder and faster. I can finger your spirit racing against my back, hear your heavy and tired breathing, and actually sense 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 puzzle pressure 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 rooster in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing pecker in your manus. With your fingertip, you rub it against the fountainhead, 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 large stopcock from my ass. Running your hired man on it, you admire the warmheartedness it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the smoothness of it from the lubricator and the juices in me. You step off the bed, and undo my leg restraint again. You order me back over, laying with my cock facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my legs up as they were before, and this time you 've put a few pillows under me to hoist my coxa up a bit.

Slipping back under me, you reach forward and pull the gag off me. You give me a moment to stretch along my jaw, and then let me know the rationality for the gag 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 recall I was done with your ass yet, did you ? ''

Laughing, you continue, `` Of course of study not. I know how sensitive that little spotlight in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to make you cum so hard, you ca n't walk. '' With that, you positioning yourself, and reach down with a few fingers to experience my son of a bitch. cypher how loose it is now, and how easily your fingers slide in and out, you decide to try something. Moving forward, you guide your tool 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 sluttish than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your hips back and Forth River, letting well-nigh of the dick slideway in and out of my ass at will. Your finish here is n't the mad, ferocious, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as often continued, heavy pressure level on my most raw office 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 believe me cum as a lot and hard as you can, since you have something in mind.

Reaching down to get my stopcock in your hand, you start grinding a little harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my dick with a firm grip, slowly working up and down my shaft. You 're loving all the moans of delight coming from me, and the way I 'm actively grinding against you to get more than of your toy in me. You notice my breathing getting shorter and spry, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a night of torment, teasing, and orgasm self-denial. Picking up the pace with your helping hand, your turn to quick pumps of my shaft, running your helping hand down the all distance of it. You 've also started moving your shaft around Thomas More, rotating your hips to move it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my cock, and fuck my ass, barreling me cheeseparing and closer to an climax. My breath quickens, and you know I 'm closing.

'' Beg me to let you cum, slave, '' you order.

'' Oh nooky, please schoolma'am. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my pressing and pleading response, you pick up a thrusting motion, angling upward with your dick so that it hits my dapple gruelling each clock time. You 're also furiously pumping at my pecker, unrelenting in your quest to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me tense up tightly, raising my articulatio coxae up sharply to lunge my dick into your deal. At the same clip you hear me utter a `` Oh God, I 'm coming. '' At that second, you stop thrusting, and clench your fist around the top of my dick. You can feel my cum shooting up through my dick, slowed down by your pressure, but it 's edifice. Right at the perfect here and now, you let go. My cum flies out of my turncock with military force, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my stomach. Since it had been years since I 'd cum last, and you 'd been toying with me all dark, it 's nothing short of a monolithic consignment. My putz continues to erupt and jerk in your helping hand, spurting more and more cum out ; it running down your hand and landing place around my breadbasket and legs. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My total body is shaking, my putz sensitive to the hint. And your toy pecker is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could feel my hole clench tightly and violently around your toy.

giving me a second to captivate my breath, you sight your terms. I have cum everywhere. more than a bombastic mouthful. `` My, my. Quite the mountain you 've made. We 're going to make to clean this up, '' you say observantly.

'' Yes Mistress, I 'll strip it up, '' I say through labored breaths, not aware of your meaning.

'' Will you now ? Such a goodness little pet. I 'm glad you 're offering to clean up your mess for me, but I would 've made you do it anyways, '' you tell me. It 's plain to you I still have n't caught on, so you decide to make me learn. There 's plenty of cum on your hand that was wrapped around my peter. With the other, you scoop up some of the larger dip. Leaning forward, you command me to spread my mouth. I do, expecting the gag, your pussy, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your handful of my cum into my mouth. It takes me a moment to realize what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You halt me by clamping your hand over my mouth. With a clean finger from the other bridge player, you lift up my blindfold and stare me in the eye with a feel of cold purpose.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to clean up your kettle of fish. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to try out not only me, but the taste of your cum, so you can apprize 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 up my backtalk ; the little bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your clean hand, and pass over it into my rima oris. Reaching back down, you scoop up the terminal section, which is quite a load in itself. This time, you surprise me, and lick it off your hired man. With a mouthful of my cum now, you close your eyes, tasting it, licking your hand clean and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste good, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your mouth. Leaning down, inches from my back talk, you tilt your head so you can utter without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't want to deny you any of this. And it 's your job to strip it up. Here you go. '' With that, you flora your lips on mine, firmly kissing me. With your tongue, you feed the rest of my cum to me. I can feel the large shipment sitting in my mouth, but I 'm enjoying kissing you too much. After kissing me passionately for a few moments, you pull back, licking your rim.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my forefront. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your hand that was around my dick, you put your finger's breadth on my lips, telling me, `` Now now, be a practiced little slovenly woman and clean up all of your mess. Lick my fingers clean. '' I lift my headland up, taking your fingers in my warm, wet sass, and use my natural language to bat your fingers barren of any cum, which is a whiz that sends shiver down your soundbox. Once they are clean, you withdraw them. Looking down at me, you can see I 've got quite a large mouthful 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 grave, you look me in the eyes. `` With that being said, '' you say in a firm, no fucking around, tone, `` accept every finish drop. '' The look in my center is zilch but pure disbelief. I shake my capitulum. `` Do it ! '' you command. Staring at you incredulously for another bit, I give in, accepting that your way is the simply way. I swallow it, but it 's such a vast, thick burden, that it takes me a moment to get it all. `` Now, open your mouth and prove your schoolmistress that it 's all gone, like a dependable petty beef. '' I do, and upon seeing an hollow mouth, you give off a squeal of delight again, and seize me to snog me, thrilled at my humiliation and obedience.

'' You 've been such a good little pet tonight. You took it up the ass, made me cum, and cleaned up your great deal. For that, you get your reward, '' you tell me, smiling and excited.

'' Does that intend I finally get unblock ? '' I ask, almost pleading and begging. This makes you chuckle.

'' No, of course not. You 're still my little bang toy. But now, you get to delight my pussy the the right way way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and straddle me. `` Are you prepare ? You know the rules. name me cum, and do n't you dare mean of cumming without my permission. If you do, so help me, I 'll sit right on your expression and establish you pick it out of me. '' I nod my head in understanding.

At that, you blue yourself down, grabbing my still heavy rooster, and guiding yourself down onto it. Once fully settled, you look at me, and reach me a final order.

'' Now lay back, and let me hinge on your gumshoe. Oops, I mean, MY dick, since I own you now. '' No sooner are the parole out of your mouth, you start sliding up and down my cock, riding it as hard as you can, into the Nox ...