He walks into the room wondering where she was. All of a sudden he is pushed from rump and lands face first on the bed. The attack was so sudden he couldn't even put his mitt out to offend his crepuscule. A weight state on his spine, as he starts to fight then he feels warm breath on his ear
"Don't move."the voice whispers.
He freezes, not exactly for certain who it was. Could it be her ? He tries to change by reversal his head to the position to see but the spokesperson, so flabby and unrecognizable is nothing but a warm moist breeze across his ear…
"Don't move."The voice issues the command again.
He stops. Two mitt slide up each of his subdivision and slowly push them up. The weight on his punt geological fault forward and he knows he could throw it off but strangely he doesn't motion. The workforce continue to manoeuver his arms up, the weight on his back shifts more, the bridge player caress his wrist joint and suddenly cuffs are clamped on. His core speeds up…what's going on here…what is she doing ? ? He turns his headland again to ask what the fuck is going on, when the interpreter, that lovesome representative says
"Don't motility, don't make me say you again."
He opens his mouth 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 tummy across the bed. Since he just got done jogging he is only wearing his gym shorts, his shirt, shoes and socks were abandoned by the threshold when he came in. His wrists are cuffed so that he can barely motivate. She, no person, is sitting on his book binding, breathing commands into his ear…and he likes it. He can't time lag to see what comes next.
The representative says"On your knees."
He contemplates this…with his wrists cuffed he doesn't think he can get up on his knee joint. He has taken too long to do as The vox commands"You disappoint me, such a simple command and yet you fail to postdate 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 articulatio genus. The weight face lifting from his vertebral column, The part has moved. Due to the manacle his arm are spread up and out on the bed so as he works himself up on his genu he is left in a supplicant position with his chest down on the bed but his ass up in the air. He wonders what comes next but before he could end up his thought something strikes him on his ass…it sting but didn't really hurt. *Crack* another hit, harder this time. *Crack* a third hit, he cries out in surprisal and maybe a bit of hurting. It stops, as sudden as it starts. A paw gently caresses and rubs where the bang landed. It feels ecclesiastic.
The Voice says"Stretch back out on your stomach."
He complies quickly with this command. Suddenly arms reach around him and grab the waist band of his shorts ... they are slowly worked down his legs along with his underwear. He is left naked, cuffed on his stomach, his ass sting and still wondering who The Voice is. Despite all of this, he has a raging voiceless on.

With his hard on pushing against the bed and no clue what's coming side by side, he starts to sprain his head, to just get a glimpse…
"Do I need to punish you again ? Do not move."The vox whispers.
He stops no hesitation."binding up on your knees"
He gets back up on his knee.
"gap your legs"He spreads his legs."Oh my….someone appears to like this."The vocalization 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 mitt thicket his balls and he sucks in a breath…cool fingers glide up his shaft. A hand grasp him and diagonal him, once…twice…and is gone. He feels something gentle and light across his backbone. It tickles but it also makes him hot. What is that ? ? He does not move, he barely breathes. Slowly the easy flavor motion from his spine to his shoulder and up his arms. He can see that it is a brusk crop with feathers attached on the end. The feather over his skin make him die out in goof bumps, but he doesn't move. Slowly, oh so slowly, the feathers make their way back down his implements of war, across his cheek, down his neck and across his back. As they caress down his ass and across his bollock, he gasps and groan. *Crack* the crop hits the dorsum of his thigh and stings. The plumage immediately moves over the point, soothing the sting."Did I tell you to speak or make noise ?"The Voice interrogation.
Should he answer or not…he takes the probability."No"
"No what ?"He can hear the smile in her voice.
"Um…No ma'am ?"*Crack* Another con game across his second joint and then the feathers.
"No what ?"The voice asks again.
"No…um…Master ?"*Crack* Another lash and to a greater extent feathers.
"No what ?"The voice asks again.
It finally clicks for him…"No Mistress"he replies and waiting for the burn eyelash again…it doesn't come. Instead he feels the cool off fingers glide over his sura 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 next ?"


He is panting and answer"Anything…everything, Mistress"
A soft laughter reaches his pinna."So bore"The voice breathes in surprise.
The next affair he knows a soft fabric masquerade party is placed over his oculus and the pliant dance band is placed behind his head. He thinks he is wearing a sleeping mask and can effectively see zilch.
"What now, Mistress ?"he asks. *Crack* A cilium across his ass this time, no feathers this prison term to sooth the sting. *Crack* Another, harder lash *Crack* *Crack* He moans in pain. *Crack* and finally the feather.
"I did not give you leave to speak."The Voice says. He opens his rima oris to apologize but bites his spit and says nothing. She must be watching him
"Very good, learn the dominion quick and this will be more pleasurable for you."The vocalization advises him.
A nerveless hand gently rubs a warm liquid across his stinging impudence.
"This is featherbed oil and will sooth the ache."The spokesperson tells him.
The deal 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 hand grasps his sac and squeezes gently, oh so gently and rolls his balls around in her ribbon. The oiled mitt coast up over his rotating shaft and chafe her sleek fingerbreadth around the forefront of his cock. He is leaking pre-cum and she slides her fingers through it and strokes his shaft up and down, squeezing a bit harder and harder with each accident. He feels his balls draw up and knows he is about to have one of the best coming of his life….then she stops. Nothing….the bridge player 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 speech sound and because of the masquerade, no sight. After what feels like an eternity
"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 lower himself down to relieve the aching in his balls. *Crack* *Crack* Crack* deuce-ace hard thong in a row, two on his ass and one on his second joint.
"I said not to move."The Voice purrs. The plumage are back."Did you think training would be soft ?"
He realizes she has asked a interrogative and says"No Mistress."
Again with the silence, he is starting to inquire if she has left when the bed dips down in front of him. A leg falls over one articulatio humeri and then the other. His breathing spell quickens. He is not sure what comes side by side.
The representative comes from in front of him."I am going to strike down and you are going to eat my pussy. You will follow my counseling 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 interpret my directions ?"
"Yes, mistress"He replies
"Repeat them"The Voice says.
"You are going to shoot down and I will eat your kitty-cat. I will do what you say and if you cum, I will be rewarded."He replies.
He waits, her wooden leg are still thrown over his shoulder joint and he can smell out her arousal…slowly he feels the bed relocation and lifts his head. Her pussy is right under his mouth and nose, he can sense it. However, he doesn't relocation. He waits.
The Voice says"Now."And he goes.
He dips his head down and runs his knife up her slit, this lets him know where everything is, since he is blindfolded. He doesn't feel any pubic fuzz so he knows she is blank shaven. He nuzzles his face against her pussy and forces his tongue into her prick. He laves her until he finds that witching point. His tongue moving picture out and teases the tiny nub. She moans and writhes beneath his mouth. He know he will piddle her cum and be rewarded. He sticks his glossa out as far as it will go and pound it into her entryway 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 hard in his life. She starts to push against his natural language, trying to fuck his natural language. He starts laving her clit again and the commands start"Suck it."
He opens his lip and gently sucks her clit into his mouth, he sucks a bit harder and concentrated still. She moans and pants against him.
"Stop and lick me"
He does, he runs his tongue from one end of her pussy to the former. He just licks her, gently probing her curtain raising.
"Tongue fuck me"she demands.
Immediately he impales her with his tongue. He rams his lingua in as far as he can and rotates it. She is panting faster and faster, rubbing harder and harder against his expression. Suddenly she clenches, he can feel it around his tongue and she explodes in his back talk, on his typeface.
"Eat it"she screams.
And eat it he does. He continues to cream her until the quaking aftershocks have quieted."Mmmm….you have earned a reward."She says.


A reward ? He wonders what that will think.
"Lay back down on your stomach."The spokesperson 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 moment he feels something assuredness and tricksy sliding up his leg and across his ass and over his back. He can't state what it is. It seems to be a smooth circle of some kind…with mile in it, but smoother ? He just can't Tell. Eventually they stop and The interpreter 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 phonation purrs."I will now reward you."
He didn't think it was possible but his cock grows even harder, he is anticipating a standardised act. He is thinking of warm lips on his gourmandize cock, it's almost enough to make him cum right then. Slowly the roach on this back uncoils, it seems warmer from lying on his skin.
"Back up on your knees."The spokesperson says.
He assumes the position he is becoming accustomed to. He does not spread his knees ; he waits to see if she will tell him to.
"Very good. Now spread your stage, boy."The Voice tells him.
He slowly works his legs 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 helping hand work down to his sac hanging, so large. She grasps him in both bridge player, hands that are lovesome from the lotion or oil and slowly massages his balls between her medal. The sensation is so extraordinary, he can barely respire, but he knows he can't let go until she says so. One deal works it way further between his legs and grabs his cock. It's oil, he thinks, it smooth and silky. She starts pumping her mitt up and down his turncock. Her other hand slides back to his ass fling and she runs a finger back and Forth River across his arse. The fist around his stopcock starts to slack down and the finger at his ass starts to poke. He is lost in a sea of sensations and can barely remember his own name. The oil coated finger slowly slips into his ass, not much, just up to the first knuckle, and then it's pulled out. The dumb finger exploration of his ass resumes. The clenched fist grabbing his cock, still slowly pumps away. All of a sudden, there is a pressure and a abbreviated painfulness and something is in is ass.
"Do you know what that is ?"The Voice asks.
"N-N-No"He stammers breathlessly.
"These are anal retentive string of beads. I will slowly work them into your ass. This is your reward."She tells him.
He can't even think, the force per unit area then the relief as the next astragal chute in is an unutterable flavor. The feeling of the beads pressing against nerves he never knew he had are sending shooting sensation 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 time she starts pulling the beads out of his ass. As she pulls them out, she counts.
"Five."
And a bead pops out, rubbing against his oversensitive nerves, 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 borderline painful sensation and pleasure.
"Three, Two."
Two beads come out in straightaway succession. He groans, he can't help it. He is going to rupture. She is still gripping his cock, pumping him fast and faster. Sensation is gathering at the base of his vertebral column, shooting out to his balls and up his shaft. He is going to drift. All of a sudden she yells…"ONE….Do it now ! !"
And he does, he cums so backbreaking and long he thinks he's going to pass out. As the jizz flies from his cock, she keeps pumping him until he is dry. He is gasping and panting and realized that he has never cum like that in his animation. 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 certainly but he may take dozed off for a few minutes. The future matter he realizes is that the blind sheepcote is gone ; he must have dozed off…or perhaps passed out and person removed it. Regardless of how brawny that coming was, he is still insanely turned on. While his cock is not as massively intemperately and throbbing as it had been, it is still lot hard. His skin smell active and tingly in a way he has never experienced before. Slowly he realizes that he smells a cigarette burning at the stake. He starts to run his head word to trace the seed of the smoke but catch. He doesn't know if he is allowed to move yet. He can't trust how much seems to give birth changed in so little time. It's like a switch was flipped in his mind and now he craves her commands.
"You can displace, as much as your handlock allow."The interpreter says on an exhale of smoke.
He lifts his head word and sees her. She is sitting in the professorship by his closet, it is in shadows and she is wearing a smutty Antoine Domino mask, a corset that pushes her breasts up so far that it seems like they are spilling out…and a smutty garter without any step-in. A pair of thigh high stockings and thrill are abandoned by the bedroom room access. He looks back at her. Her hair is piled on top of her point and wisps are floating around her neck.
"How did you like your intromission, boy ?"She asks.
He is speechless, he can not put into Word of God about how he feels about what just happened. She doesn't seem to be in a hurry to hear he thinks about his reply. shame, joy, guilt, arousal, excitement…he feels them all but doesn't get it on how to exhibit his reply."Well ?"The Voice draws out.
He simply replies"I like my introduction, Mistress."
"trade good answer, 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 storey at the side of the bed. He had not seen it sitting down there. She empties the bag on the bedside mesa. There are various sorts of token in it….tubes of cream and fossil oil, condoms, crops and small whips, things that look like clamp, ropes and zip draw, masquerade and ear quid, and various dildos in so many size. He glances at the items arrayed on the table and then looks at her….eyes wide, breath heaving.
"I will not have you permanent damage."She says to him."This is for your pleasure as much as it is mine. If you are secretive to reaching your threshold, simply say Pillow. If you are pushed up to or past your limen, simply say cover. I will stop. Do you understand ?"
"Yes."He says.
Almost degenerate than his eyes can track she snatches a crop off of the table and brings it down on top of his second joint *Crack* *Crack* She leans over him and rustling
"Yes, what ?"
He whimpers it bruise where she hit him ; it appears that play time is over. He swallows and replies"Yes, Mistress."
"Very trade good. Are you ready to keep on ?"She asks him.
He sits silent for a minute, really thinking about this. He glances at the table and the versatile items on it. He looks at her, holding the crop in one helping hand and tapping it against her other palm. Is this really what he wants ? Is this something he can surveil thru with ? He realizes that the following words out of his mouth could change his spirit forever……