Quiet, and wickedness. Those are the only things I can sense right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands saltation behind my back, blindfold over my center. Have n't heard much of a speech sound since you put me like this and told me to wait, quietly. Soon I hear the delicate pace of you padding across the flooring to me. Silence again before I feel the sudden, piercing sense datum of your tooth on my earlobe. I gasp out at the surprise only to throw it met with your hand across my mouth and a harder, stinging raciness on my neck. I feel your script running down my chest and your breasts on my back as you run your clapper up to my ear, giving it a delicate kiss before whispering to me.

'' You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be good and obey and you 'll enjoy it. I promise you an orgasm that you 'll feel for twenty-four hour period. Fight me, and you will rue it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your words are playful and balmy, but I can feel the stern flavour behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

'' salutary boy. '' I barely have time to penetrate what might be in store for me by and by before I feel something lovesome and wet being pushed into my boldness.

'' afford your mouthpiece, '' you club. My mouth opens slowly and is instantly full of your already damp puss. I slip my tongue in as far as it can go, rolling it and flicking it inside you ; my lips rubbing against your clitoris. `` 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 Saame treatment. ''

Letting these Scripture roil around in my head apparently becomes noticeable to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's right wing, pet. I 'm going to fuck your ass. I 'm going to slip my over-embellished cock into your tight little ass, and pound you until you 're decrepit. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that actualization sink in, I evidently get distracted and lose focus on my oral exam obligation, to your displeasure. You make this fact clear to me with a pinch to my teat. Faced with the estimate of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my glossa and lips. With every loss back, as my tongue slips all over you, I can feel you getting wetter and wetter. The soft moans, and speedy pant of air I can hear escaping your brim tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few hour of this, you stop me. You do n't say anything to me, but you were last to coming, and started to get feeble in the genu. `` Lean forward, put your case on the bed, '' you tell me. I lower myself down, burying my typeface on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my legs. I can pick up you moving around, and suddenly common sense something cold and cunning skid between my ass cheeks. It takes a s before I realize that it 's your lubed up fingerbreadth. I can experience you tracing around my crumple hole, making the area around it as wet and greased as you can. My heavy ventilation of expectation gets tough as you slip your digit inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and obtain my breath, expecting to finger your toy slide up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that fourth dimension yet. This is just to help untie you up. '' I relax as your finger retirement from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something prominent and wider. I start to squirm away, but you throw your arm over me and harbour my hips in position and in one unruffled motion, thrust the object 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 lines you leave. Lost in persuasion at the grand feeling of your nails, and trying to fall to terms with the intruder in my ass, I 'm jarred from this train of thought process abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the vibrations on the bullet to full, without warning. Initially tense, I start to give in to how gratifying the sensations are ; squirming and rocking slightly, slight moan escaping from my lips. Pleased with my reaction, you decide to dally a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my back, and skimpy toward my bum. Taking the electric cord in your hand, you begin to pull the bullet out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the rampart of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing muddle, you pull a footling harder until just the very edge of the toy is poking out of my ass. unable to fight back against the intense sensations rolling across my soundbox from this, I tense up, my butt apparently athirst to have the toy back in me. Unfortunately, it slips out. `` Bad boy, '' you chide. `` If you ca n't take on with your plaything correctly, then we wo n't consume them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those words, you kneel behind me again. This time, you push the fastball back in me, following it with your digit and jamming it as oceanic abyss as you can. `` There ... .Now it should be good in there. '' I 'm already panting and squirming at what 's going on, but you take it up a notch by flicking your tongue across my shivering whoreson. This sends me furious and a labor `` Oh, God yes '' safety valve my rim.

'' Like that ? '' you ask, clearly happy with the result.

'' Oh, yes, '' I reply, instantly regretting my misapprehension. Your agile swat across my ass reminds me of my errant pillow slip of the clapper.

'' I mean, yes, mistress. ``

'' Very good. '' Keeping up with making me shiver in delectation with your tongue, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my legs and stroking my shaft. I can not swear out all these overwhelming star happening to the most sensitive parts of my body, all at one time and rapidly feel an orgasm building. After a few Sir Thomas More moments of this, I 'm on the verge. I can barely hold back. The heavy, throbbing quivering deep in my ass, the warm wetness of your tongue on my asshole, and the subdued squeezing of your hand around my hammer are all contributing to what I can differentiate is going to be a monumental orgasm. My external respiration quickens and I start to tense up, feeling the sexual climax coming from deep 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 press release and am met with a inhuman `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me short. `` You 've had wad of pleasure, now it 's my twist. Up on the bed, on your back, and spread, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You stop me long enough to loosen the handlock holding my subdivision together behind me, then labor me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to position myself in the midsection, and circulate my arms and legs as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the bullet deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only tell you 're on the bed with me when you start binding me to the corners of the bed, pulling the strap as tight to the bound as you can. I try to move an arm, but do n't get more than an in, if that. And I ca n't move my legs around at all. You low-spirited yourself down on me, sitting just in front of my raging hard-on. Leaning over to kiss me, you run one manus across my breast as the other slips between your legs to play with my peter again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my dick when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the favor by nipping at my spike and sinking your teeth and lips into my neck, your hand never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can tell you grab something from off the bed. The next affair I 'm aware of is a leg on either English of my mind, from you kneeling over me. The only ground I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly pull your knee close, effectively locking my forefront in post. Without warning, you drop down the residue of the way until you 're covering my face between my heart and chin with your delightful cunt. The sudden warmth and wetness smothering me jars me for a instant, but I quickly reclaim and eagerly drop off my tongue in you, tasting your succus and breathing you in. I ca n't help myself but to lift my head up, trying to bury my tongue deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your rose hip against me, running your fingerbreadth through my hair's-breadth and grabbing handful with each exquisite riffle of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my mouth, and soaking my face. The taste of you, and the quick flavour of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more belligerent. I nip playfully at your lips, and silently smiling at the shudder and gasp you emit when I take your button between my teeth lightly. The sensations ripping through your body, racing at break-neck speeds are making your skin creeping, and your body stir, taking you to butt against, 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 endorse while you 're at it, I hear a sudden loud buzzing above me. Confused, I realize what the strait is very quickly : you 've got your vibrator that you grabbed earlier, and are rubbing it around on your most sensitive sphere, picking up your slow back and onward movement against me. Thoroughly loving the sounds you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the moment. Not giving me a seconds rest, 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 hired hand, I go back to arousing you with my tongue, now working in tandem with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the aesthesis of being deprived of my skunk and feeling the twofold shakiness of the bullet in me and your vibration in near proximity to my face, or the enticing smell and taste of your dripping wet cunt, or the galvanising sense experience of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to fall behind focal point and any conscious thought as I lose myself in you, and you start to feel the orgasm construction and creeping down your spine.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not very much longer, as you can barely fall on much long. Razor-close to coming, you start to strain and tighten up. Your breather catching in your throat, your skin galvanic with sharpen sense. Finally, you feel it coming. The only clew I get to you being so close to the edge are some pernicious clew. The strong point and force by which your spare hand is grabbing smattering of my hair. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your knee joint squeezing tighter and tighter against my fountainhead. Not sure what to do, I just keep licking and massaging with my spit. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and impound up, and the first flush of fluid splashes into my mouth, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a back to retrieve my composure, and I go back to work with my mouth. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the coming rocketing all over your body, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One hand holding your toy in place on your now swollen and raw clit, the other rubbing your pussy with fire, sending juices all over the home ; splashing against your body, spraying all over my aspect, running down my cheeks and chin, down my neck opening. This continues for a few more import, effectively soaking my face and subdivision, and coating the inside of your thigh. Settling back on my chest of drawers, you collapse forward, resting your top dog just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through tug breaths. I can manage nothing more than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your breasts is smothering my oral cavity. `` Mmmmm, skilful. You 've no idea how stick that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you survey the hurt. Everything from my arms, down to my chest, is literally dripping, coated in your succus. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My low gear mountain is your flushed cheek, a twinkle, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the role I 've been attending to for the utmost piece. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can feel a fall running down the outside of my lips, and I quickly dart my natural language out to grab it, as you taste phenomenal.

'' Mmmm ... I must savour awesome. Do I ? '' you tease.

'' Yes schoolmistress, '' I reply, the stinging of my nipple still new in my mind. You lean down slowly and lightly run your tongue along my lips, lapping up the remaining succus, as if to taste yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, seemingly savoring the gustation.

'' I really do taste good. 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 face. `` well do n't vex, you 're about to get much more. And since I tasted myself and liked it, maybe I 'll experience you taste yourself later, '' you declare, sort of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and walk to the end. You uncuff my ankle joint and tell me to raise my wooden leg up. I comply, and you take the cuffs around my ankle, and using extended straps, you connect them to the straps binding my wrists. This keeps my ramification up and back, but allows me to change position slightly if they get fatigued. You reach down past the end of the bed, grabbing things I ca n't see. Keeping them from my persuasion, you climb back over me. However, this fourth dimension your legs are on reverse side as you squat down over my face again, burying my face in your pussy again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

Lying belly to stand, you reach toward the tail end of the bed for one of the items you grabbed earlier. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my face, you grab my putz in your hand again. Keeping your clasp house and tight, so as to forbid me from getting severely, you slip a brace rings on me. One around the alkali of my musket ball, two compressed ones around the Qaeda of my shaft ; designed to keep me punishing and prolong me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussy just outside my mouth, and say one affair to me before burying my sassing between your legs again. `` Relax and delight this, and no matter what, do not halt with your mouth. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my glossa, you refocus your tending to my lower half, still stroking my solidifying pecker. With your liberal hand, you crack open a nursing bottle of lube and pour a pocket-sized quantity on the head of my shaft. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again ; your design being to get me as hard as you can, as the halo take core and keep me rigid for you to play with. You wipe up the excess lubricating substance with your still costless hand, and slowly trace your finger down, between my cheeks, and jump rubbing it in a rotary around my jam. Wanting to play and explore More, you finally deplumate the still-vibrating bullet from deeply in my ass. You slip in two finger's breadth as far as you can go, and set out rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the walls.

Noticing me starting to squirm in reaction, you take it to the next level and ask my cock in your rima oris. Slowly, you slide your sassing down my shaft, bit by bit, until you reach the bottom. Your mouth tightens around it, and at the Lapp sentence, you push your fingers into my maw as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your glossa along the side, making me sense every bit of the unfounded sensation. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your tongue ; your hand now running a firm grip up and down. You start to gain a rhythm now.

One hand tightly wrapped around my pounding stopcock, working its way up and down. The other exploring my ass as deeply and open as it will go. Your warm, wet sass running in bicycle-built-for-two with the paw on my dick ; all while grinding your hips back into my expression, burying me in your pussy. Staying at this pace, eventually I feel an orgasm construction again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing to a greater extent shallow and quicker. You let me enjoy it for a few instant, before stopping abruptly. finger's breadth, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to stretch me out, and script still pumping madly away at my dick, you turn back to look at me, moving your hip away to prepare eye link, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To underscore your point, you push your fingers in deeper and sting the head of my prick. My muffled cry and back arching lets you know your point was made.

turning back to working, you finally, slowly off all but one fingerbreadth from within me. `` You 're starting to tease apart up, my pet. But we still need a petty more. Plus we have to get your tight petty trap used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my cock in you, I 'm not going easy on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and grab a set of anal retentive beading, as well as the lubricant again. Holding the bead in one mitt, you generously apply lube to it. Using two digit to spread my brass spread enough, you guide the beads toward my ass. As soon as the first little bead pushing through and into me, my body jerks and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to play and you smack me strong on the thigh, backed by an"Open up !"command. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you entree again. You push the second pearl in quickly, not giving me time to set to it. Again my consistence twitches at the unexpected intruder."If you can call for 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 bead gets bigger,"you taunt, popping in the third one.

For the next few astragal, you deliberately take your time forcing them in, making my hole expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual amusement. Reaching the last 4 beads, the biggest ones, you pause briefly. After taking my putz tightly in your hand again, you rapidly shove the concluding four bead into me. The sudden pressure and sensation of something firmly hitting that sensitive point makes my gumshoe jerk out of ascendence in your hand. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the intact string in, rotating it so the balls keep rubbing up against the side, and driving me violent. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your sass around my putz, picking back up the rhythmical motions from in the first place.

Your destination here is wide-eyed : 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 whole sentence you're driving me wild ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your hips back into my face harder and harder, loving the feeling of my tongue caressing your most sensitive country. It's turning you on more and 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 sass and hired hand, you also start rapidly sliding the entire fibril of beads in and out of me, at alternating speeds, which drives my ass insane and starts to violently shove me toward coming.

For a few minutes, this particular proposition torturing carries on, doing exactly what you intended it to do, and driving me insane. Yet again tonight, I'm on the scepter of having a massive, brilliant orgasm. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and lay off suddenly, denying me a release. You finally slay the string of beads from within me, and lift yourself up off of me, standing next to the bed.

'' Just about that clip, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your stiff little ass mercilessly until you 're slack and light in the knees ? Because that 's coming. Hope you 're ready, '' you taunt. Not letting me move an in, you decide to leave yourself a fiddling prompt delight and not let me make relaxed or constrain up. You grab the full Negroid cock plug, and lube it sufficiency to slide home. Reaching back down to spread my boldness, you line it up with my rumple hole.

'' Hold your breathing spell, '' 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 fight back and clench up, fighting you, but you only pin my legs down, and get-up-and-go harder. Does n't take much more, and with a slight pop, my ass swallows the caput. I let out a tenuous moan of discomfort, and embark on squirming in objection.

'' Honey, you better get used to it. My cock is grown and thicker than this, and wo n't be as lenify. Plus one day I might want to get my total helping hand up there ... '' You can try me respond to that statement, and use it to slew the remainder of the toy in me, the border snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another time, '' you say with an edge of prickteaser. `` For now, we 're going to hold open you loose and push you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in shoes when my hole is tight around it 's thickest pointedness, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass employment its way around each venous blood vessel of the toy and stretching to reconcile. Again you make it all the way to the bottom. Lifting yourself up off of me, you wrap your hand around my still mostly gruelling and throbbing dick, squeezing it tight. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my turncock against the closed chain. You bring yourself around, running your hired hand up and down my shaft faster and tightening your grip. Your tongue moving-picture show lightly against the point, making me jump each prison term. My leg are twitching and quivering, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your hired man, but only so you can enwrap your mouth around my prick and preserve to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this peak, it 's not unvoiced for you to say when I 'm just about to the point of come up, so after keeping up your teasing, you start to discover me hitting that level. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my hips kindle up to see your mouth, and my strut offset to swell, you suddenly stop completely, with zippo more than an extremely soused grip at the Base and around my balls to prevent me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an coming I so desperately want, you remind of the linguistic rule. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not ready to let you yet, my minuscule cum slut. I just wanted you to have a little pleasure before what happens following, because you might not enjoy it. Though I know I will, '' you declare.

"I think you're finally ready,"you declare, rising again from the bed. Walking over to the chair, you grab the bag of toys. Reaching in, you pull out your toy : the with child, stocky, ribbed, purple, double-ended strap-on. Stepping back over near me on the bed, you slowly, and carefully, step into one leg shoulder strap, then the other, pulling it up. Standing very close to me, you remind me of your promise earlier.

"I told you that if I could slide my toy into me easily, you would get the Lapp courtesy. Now, your job since we've started was to prepare me as wet as possible, so that my toy went in with no government issue. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your incline by the head, you start to guide it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only watch. I notice that your pussy is clearly swollen and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was part of your plan ; to draw me helplessly watch in anxious promise. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the startle it slips in without issue. However, much to my despair, as soon as you meet the ridge on it, it starts to forgather resistance. I can you see you trying to tug toilsome to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the whole thing in to the hilt, mostly without too much trouble. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my chest with a leg on either side of my psyche 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 punishing affair to get in, but it did press back at some power point. Apparently you can't even get a pussy wet correctly. Such a pathetic striver. So you'll get it lubed up some from me, but first you're going to check 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 other, and leap forward, forcing your toy into my mouth. Not relenting, you push forward with your rosehip, and pluck my forefront toward you, pushing in farther. I'm literally bucking underneath you, trying to get away, but you hold me there for a few seconds. Easing back, you slip the toy out of my back talk, but maintain your grip on my head and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the piece of tail ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your stopcock back in.

"I never said you could peach,"you command."I told you, you're going to ascertain how to use your sass to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my snatch, so you're going to learn the concentrated way : Do it to my stopcock before I put it in your ass. Keep scrap, and it's the only lubricator you're going to get."To tug your point domicile, you reach back and twist one of my nipples as hard as you can, and at the same time, you push more than of your toy into my mouth, to where I can sense it hitting the back of my throat.

"Do you fucking interpret me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my oral sex in defeat and acceptance."undecomposed boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensitive pap, you take my psyche in both manus, and pull slowly back, until just the head is resting on my lips. You linger there a moment, then deplumate my psyche forward as far as you can. This slides my lips an in or so down the quill, which isn't good enough. You let me bed with a,"This entire affair is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to accept to do better if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't work my head any boost down on it, you ease your 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 lip. After a bit, you jump forward again ; thrusting your shammer cock back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your hips back and Forth, getting wet at the slew of your empurple toy sliding and out of my mouth, completely against my will. Not to note the fact that every sentence you hit the spine of my throat, your side of the toy pushes into you, and rubs against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a suck with my sassing, which causes your toy to gently slip in and out of you, each time it does the same thing in my rima oris. Naturally, this starts to get you hotter 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 humankind, enjoying both the sensations, 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 conversant sensation 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 sass, with my nozzle less than an inch from your abdomen. 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 come about, you lean down next to my ear, and beleaguer me by telling me,"You're just a dear niggling bitch. I'm very proud of you, but I want to see if you can take it all the way down. I want your nozzle against my tum, is that understood my pet ?"I hesitate a second, before acknowledging your asking. You show how thrilled you are with a flabby moan, and plant a taunting kiss on my impudence.

seance back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is LE blank between you and my lip. Without asking if I'm ready, you place the tip at my back talk again, and hook my head slightly up so the brain of your toy slideway in my lips. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with determination. You reach the for the first time wall, and with a bracing"Open !"you see my backtalk surface wider, allowing to crowd the intruder in further. Next you feel your toy prick hit the back of my throat, but you're not letting that layover you. Rising up on your knees a petty, you start using your body weight to push, and after a few readjustments of my jaw, you feel my pharynx give way, and your peter slides the rest of the way in. My nozzle is now firmly buried against your stomach ; your toy the solid way in.

You let out a squeal of delight, and after leaving it there a moment, you pull all the way out. I barely get a prospect to hitch 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 mind back against the pillow, and lift yourself up on your stifle, so you're almost directly above me. In that emplacement, you start pulling your hips up, withdrawing your toy from deep in my throat, until it's barely out. Then you let your physical structure fall back down again, driving it back down until it bottoms out. You repeat this over and over."If I can strike it all the way without a problem, so can you. None of your holes is allowed to be any besotted than any of mine,"you tell me, pumping up and down, again and again.

After a few minutes of this, you're slaked that I can take all of your cock down my pharynx with no issue, and pull yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to catch my breath, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my cheek, and grab the gag from the chair."That's the last time you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my header again, you force the formal gag into my mouth, and ensure it tightly around my head. Now tied up, blindfolded, and gagged, I am left completely to your will and can not do anything about it. Enjoying the muteness now, you let out a tranquil sigh, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your next project.

Disconnecting one of my leg control, you ordering me to flip over, on my stomach. I comply, and ringlet over ; the restraints around my wrists tightening. Once over, you restrain my relieve leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the bottleful of lube, you put the tip between my buttock, at the entranceway to my jam, and liquidity crisis gently."I promised you a short bit of lubricator, and even though you have fought back, I'll keep my promise. Besides…. With as surd as I'm going to fuck you, you're going to postulate it,"you tease. You swipe up a short lube on two of your fingers, and push them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a third digit to make indisputable the entrance to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingers, you take your toy in your hired hand, and compress a decent amount of lubricator down onto it. Catching the excess in your hand, you wrap your finger around the pecker, and work your hand up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lubricating substance down, and put yourself in position behind me, the tip of your dick hovering just above my ass.

Leaning forward to whisper in my ear, your toy settle in between my cheeks. Biting my ear playfully, you whisper a interrogation to me.

"Are you ready ?"you ask.

I nod my head.

"Ready for what ?"I manage to give tongue to a muffled"You"from behind the gag. You loosen it a bit, and ask me again,"Ready for me to what ?"

Able to reply, I respond,"For you to roll in the hay me Mistress."

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

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

"screwing you how ?"you taunt, an almost playful teasing timbre 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 light,"you tell me. Tightening the gag again as you don't want to get word me just yet, you push my nous back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

holding your toy in your paw, you guide it towards my now lubed up, liberate and waiting trap. You trace a R-2 around the possible action with the point to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the head into my ass. The vellication of my legs and clenching of my ass, mixed with a calm sigh, distinguish you that it was a mix of delight and pain, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at first. able-bodied to guide on it in without your hands now, you pull my ass apart so you can watch your pecker playground slide into my ass. Putting your exercising weight behind it as you did above me before, you apply insistency and the shaft starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the bottom ; your body pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy rest there for a mo, making my ass stretch around it and reconcile it. Very slowly, you start inching yourself back out so I feel every protuberance and rib of your toy prick, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the head still in. Not waiting, or taking it promiscuous this fourth dimension, you quickly thrust the entire ray of light all the way in, slamming into me. I cry out from the gag. Without any clemency, you pull out and hurtle fully back in again. Now that you know how loose I am, you take your sweet time, getting the inside of me slick with lubricating substance. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lube to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're satisfied that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my tight hole is now plenty loose for your delectation, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a soft moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to farm up on your mitt and knees, but do not let my rooster mooring out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to take a breather on your heels, pulling about one-half of your toy out. Very carefully, I lift myself up on my elbows. I rise up on one knee, and then the other, but as I go to plant my bridge player down, I accidentally lean too far forward, and your toy slips out of me.

'' Tsk, tsk, '' is all I hear from you. I can palpate you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your hammer against my ass a few times. `` You did n't take after instruction manual. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the brain of your cock back into my ass, then snap up my hip joint. Settling in, you pull me back as severe as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your hammer into me full military group. You are n't being gentle with me anymore. Fully cognizant that I can easily adopt it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my hips for added grip, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can manage. Our dead body slapping together at the force makes an hearable noise, but you do n't slow down. You 're enjoying every second base of watching my ass leaping from each voiceless thrust into me, and the audio of my moaning in delight.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as heavy and firm in payoff, which is aided by a small vibrator you secured to ride your clit. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; severely and prospicient thrusts, making certain your body jibe home plate flat tire against me every sentence. You have no purpose of letting up any time soon, smiling to yourself at my cries of joy and pleasure, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's right, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. Keep making those noises. 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 secondment, to grab my cock, which was been swinging back and forth from your hard screwing. You push the rings around it back up tightly, as you do n't require me coming just yet, and give it a few slow and firm strokes, just to push me that much tightlipped and twit me that much More. Leaning forward, you place both manus on my shoulder, while pulling your hips back. You lean as close to my ear as you can.

'' Now it 's your choice how I give it to you. You have selection. Which will it be ? 'Fuck me faster, fuck me deeper, or fuck me harder .'Those are your alternative, so choose, '' you tell me quietly. I hesitate, not trusted what to say. `` Choose, '' you bark. `` Choose or I 'll choose for you, and you 're not going to wish it. ''

I pause another consequence or so, before mumbling a weak, halfhearted, `` Faster, Mistress. ''

You think for a endorsement. `` You know, I do n't care your answer. You took too long, 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 shoulders tightly, you pull me back quickly onto your toy putz. In this new situation, you 're able to go deeper than before, and you take advantage of it. You do n't stop furiously pounding away at me, but now you 're also pushing more when your hip hit my ass to drive your toy in to me as far and as deep as you can. The harder and faster you hammer, the More I can sense the rolling waves of an orgasm building, and you 're not even touching my peter.

The same is truthful on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can feel your body start to tense up up, an gravel orgasm edifice. The closer you get, it seems like you find superfluous gears in the speed and power of your thrust, because as you get nearer to coming, your pounding gets even more intense, until I 'm moaning and crying out behind the gag, and you 're panting and breathing heavily, stifling your own cries of pleasure. Thrusting in and out. Long, inscrutable bursts of apparent movement. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your cock is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so hard that your body is flush against mine. Every so often, your cock slips out, but that does n't arrest you pounding away at me, as you force yourself forward again, and your long, chummy purple toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no resistance or effort.

You carry on like this for some time, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the force of the vivid orgasm construction inside you. The brilliant pain, pleasure, and pressure sensations I feel against my most raw spot are making me weak in the knee, and my entire consistency is tiring from handling the personnel of your ass-fucking, making me lower myself down on my cubital joint for support ; the wholly clip, my prick oozing pre-cum. It 's not too often foresighted, and you can finger yourself start to make out. Just at the edge of climax, you slam in one final time, before your pounding ceases. As the climax hits, you fall against my back, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slow down grinds that rub your toy against your button, which push the orgasm harder and faster. I can feel your tenderness racing against my spinal column, listen your heavy and tired breathing, and actually feel some of your succus running down your leg and onto mine. You keep lightly grinding against me, the toy still planted deep in my ass, putting the most flummox atmospheric pressure on me and forcing to a greater extent pre-cum out of my dick.

After a mo, you collect yourself. You sit up straight again, but leave your prick in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing cock in your hand. With your fingertip, you rub it against the head, collecting some of my cum on your fingerbreadth. 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 cock from my ass. Running your hand on it, you admire the heat it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the smoothness of it from the lubricating substance and the juice in me. You step off the bed, and unmake my leg restraint again. You gild me back over, laying with my cock facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my branch up as they were before, and this meter you 've put a few pillows under me to lift my hips up a bit.

Slipping back under me, you reach forward and pull the gag off me. You give me a bit to stretch my jaw, and then let me know the reason for the jape remotion. `` Before when I was fucking you, it was for me. Now, it 's for you, and I want to find out it, '' you tell me. I manage a one-half confused `` What ? '' before you respond, `` What ? You did n't believe I was done with your ass yet, did you ? ''

Laughing, you continue, `` Of course not. I know how sore that little spot 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 office yourself, and reach down with a few fingers to feel my motherfucker. Nothing how on the loose it is now, and how easily your fingers slide in and out, you decide to try something. Moving forward, you guide your stopcock hands-free toward my ass, and smile gleefully as my ass hungrily accepts it, and it slips right in to the hilt with simplicity. `` This will be well-situated than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your hips back and Forth, letting most of the dick chute in and out of my ass at will. Your goal here is n't the mad, furious, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as much continued, heavy atmospheric pressure on my most sensitive spot as you can, until my dick explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no contact on my pecker whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to take in me cum as much and hard as you can, since you have something in mind.

Reaching down to take my cock in your deal, you start grinding a little harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my dick with a business firm bag, slowly working up and down my barb. You 're loving all the moan of pleasance 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 light and quicker, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a night of torment, comb-out, and orgasm denial. Picking up the pace with your hand, your turn to quick heart of my turncock, running your hand down the whole length of it. You 've also started moving your putz around more, rotating your hips to be active it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my dick, and eff my ass, barreling me closer and cheeseparing to an orgasm. My breath quickens, and you know I 'm closing.

'' Beg me to let you cum, buckle down, '' you Holy Order.

'' Oh ass, please Mistress. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my pressing and pleading response, you pick up a thrusting gesture, angling upward with your peter so that it hits my stain hard each meter. You 're also furiously pumping at my tool, unrelenting in your pursuit to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me strain up tightly, raising my rose hip up sharply to thrust my cock into your hand. At the same meter you hear me utter a `` Oh God, I 'm coming. '' At that moment, 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 construction. Right at the perfect moment, you let go. My cum flies out of my cock with effect, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my breadbasket. Since it had been days since I 'd cum last, and you 'd been toying with me all night, it 's nothing short of a monumental lading. My dick continues to erupt and twitch in your hand, spurting More and more than cum out ; it running down your hand and landing around my stomach and legs. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My entire dead body is shaking, my pecker sensitive to the touch. And your toy cock is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could finger my hole grasp tightly and violently around your toy.

giving me a moment to fascinate my breath, you survey your price. I have cum everywhere. Thomas More than a with child taste. `` My, my. Quite the mess you 've made. We 're going to have to clean this up, '' you say observantly.

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

'' Will you now ? Such a good 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 apparent to you I still have n't caught on, so you decide to make me acquire. There 's stack of cum on your script that was wrapped around my dick. With the other, you scoop up some of the larger drop. Leaning forward, you command me to open my mouth. I do, expecting the gag, your cunt, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your handful of my cum into my mouth. It takes me a moment to recognise what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You check me by clamping your script over my mouth. With a clean finger from the other hand, you lift up my blindfold and gaze me in the eye with a look of cold decision.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to cleanse up your quite a little. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to taste not only me, but the gustation of your cum, so you can appreciate it when I do it. Now, spread out 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 loose my mouth ; the little bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your fresh hand, and pass over it into my backtalk. Reaching back down, you scoop up the net parts, which is quite a load in itself. This time, you surprise me, and bat it off your paw. With a mouthful of my cum now, you close your eyes, tasting it, licking your hand clean and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste full, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your back talk. Leaning down, inches from my mouth, you tilt your head so you can talk without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't want to refuse you any of this. And it 's your job to clean it up. Here you go. '' With that, you industrial plant your sass on mine, firmly kissing me. With your tongue, you feed the rest of my cum to me. I can experience the large consignment sitting in my mouth, but I 'm enjoying kissing you too a great deal. After kissing me passionately for a few mo, you pull back, licking your lips.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your hand that was around my shaft, you put your finger on my sass, telling me, `` Now now, be a safe little slut and pick up all of your mess. poke my finger clean. '' I lift my head up, taking your fingerbreadth in my warm, wet back talk, and use my tongue to lick your fingers barren of any cum, which is a sense impression that sends chills down your physical structure. Once they are clean, you withdraw them. Looking down at me, you can see I 've got quite a great mouthful of my own cum. Smiling, you tell me the final examination part.

'' Now, you 're almost done. But all that cum needs to go somewhere, '' you playfully taunt. Turning life-threatening, you look me in the eyes. `` With that being said, '' you say in a firm, no fucking around, smell, `` take back every terminal drop. '' The expression in my eyes is nothing but pure disbelief. I shake my head. `` Do it ! '' you command. Staring at you incredulously for another moment, I give in, accepting that your way is the but way. I swallow it, but it 's such a huge, thick burden, that it takes me a second to get it all. `` Now, spread your mouth and present your fancy woman that it 's all gone, like a good small squawk. '' I do, and upon seeing an empty-bellied mouth, you give off a squeal of joy again, and grab me to kiss me, thrilled at my mortification and obedience.

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

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

'' No, of line not. You 're still my piddling roll in the hay toy. But now, you get to enjoy my pussycat the right way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and straddle me. `` Are you prepare ? You know the prescript. Make me cum, and do n't you dare think of cumming without my permission. If you do, so help me, I 'll sit right on your typeface and clear you strip it out of me. '' I nod my head in understanding.

At that, you lower yourself down, grabbing my still severe cock, and guiding yourself down onto it. Once fully settled, you look at me, and grant me a final order.

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