serenity, and darkness. Those are the only matter I can smell out right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands bounce behind my spine, blindfold over my optic. Have n't heard much of a audio since you put me like this and told me to waitress, quietly. Soon I hear the soft pace of you padding across the floor to me. Silence again before I feel the sudden, sharp sensation of your teeth on my earlobe. I gasp out at the surprisal only to have it met with your hand across my oral cavity and a harder, stinging bite on my neck. I feel your hands running down my chest and your breasts on my back as you run your spit up to my ear, giving it a soft 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 sidereal day. Fight me, and you will regret it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your watchword are playful and soft, but I can sense the stern timbre behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

'' Good boy. '' I barely have clip to sound what might be in store for me by and by before I feel something strong and wet being pushed into my look.

'' Open your sass, '' you order. My mouth opens slowly and is instantly wide-cut of your already moist bitch. I slip my tongue in as far as it can go, rolling it and flicking it inside you ; my backtalk rubbing against your button. `` 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 noticeable to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's properly, pet. I 'm going to make out your ass. I 'm going to slip my purple stopcock into your tight lilliputian ass, and pound you until you 're fallible. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that realization sinks in, I evidently get distracted and suffer focus on my viva duty, to your displeasure. You make this fact clear to me with a tinge to my tit. Faced with the idea of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my tongue and brim. With every passing 2d, as my natural language slips all over you, I can feel you getting slopped and wetter. The easygoing moans, and quick gasps of air I can discover escaping your mouth tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few bit of this, you stop me. You do n't say anything to me, but you were nigh to coming, and started to get weak in the human knee. `` skimpy forward, put your face on the bed, '' you tell me. I lower myself down, burying my face on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my legs. I can get a line you moving around, and suddenly sense something cold and sleek down slip between my ass cheeks. It takes a arcsecond before I realize that it 's your lubed up finger. I can feel you tracing around my crumple hole, making the orbit around it as wet and greased as you can. My clayey breathing of expectation gets big as you slip your finger's breadth inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and hold my breath, expecting to feel your toy slide up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that time yet. This is just to help loose you up. '' I relax as your finger hideaway 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 hold my hips in place and in one still motion, shove 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 personal line of credit you leave. Lost in thought at the wonderful impression of your nails, and trying to come to price with the intruder in my ass, I 'm jarred from this train of opinion abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the trembling on the bullet to full, without warning. Initially tense up, I start to establish in to how pleasurable the sense experience are ; squirming and rocking slightly, slight moan escaping from my lips. Pleased with my response, you decide to dally a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my spine, and list toward my rear. Taking the corduroy in your hand, you begin to pull the bullet out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the wall of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing hole, you pull a slight harder until just the very edge of the toy is poking out of my ass. Unable to fight down against the acute ace rolling across my body from this, I tense up, my derriere apparently hungry to give the toy back in me. Unfortunately, it slips out. `` Bad boy, '' you chide. `` If you ca n't play with your plaything correctly, then we wo n't have them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those discussion, you kneel behind me again. This prison term, you push the bullet back in me, following it with your fingers and jamming it as deep as you can. `` There ... .Now it should be safety in there. '' I 'm already panting and squirming at what 's going on, but you take it up a notch by flicking your clapper across my shivering asshole. This sends me wild and a drive `` Oh, God yes '' relief valve my mouth.

'' Like that ? '' you ask, clearly well-chosen with the result.

'' Oh, yes, '' I reply, instantly regretting my misunderstanding. Your immediate swat across my ass reminds me of my errant slip of the tongue.

'' I mean, yes, schoolmarm. ``

'' Very good. '' Keeping up with making me shudder in delight with your clapper, you raise the bar even further by slipping your bridge player between my wooden leg and stroking my cock. I can not process all these overmaster star happening to the most sensible parts of my consistence, all at one time and rapidly experience an climax building. After a few more moments of this, I 'm on the verge. I can barely hold back. The laborious, pulse vibration deep in my ass, the warm wetness of your glossa on my asshole, and the easy squeezing of your hand around my stopcock are all contributing to what I can tell is going to be a massive orgasm. My respiration quickens and I start to tense up, feeling the climax 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 `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me short. `` You 've had plenty of pleasance, now it 's my bout. Up on the bed, on your back, and gap, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You stop me long enough to unmake the cuffs holding my subdivision together behind me, then crusade me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to position myself in the middle, and spread my arms and legs as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the bullet deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only enjoin 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 border as you can. I try to proceed an arm, but do n't get more than an inch, if that. And I ca n't move my legs around at all. You lower yourself down on me, sitting just in nominal head of my raging hard-on. Leaning over to kiss me, you run one manus across my chest as the other miscue between your branch to act with my dick again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my rooster when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the party favor by nipping at my ears and sinking your dentition and lips into my neck, your script never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can severalize you grab something from off the bed. The adjacent thing I 'm mindful of is a leg on either position of my top dog, from you kneeling over me. The only when reason I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly pull your knees close, effectively locking my chief in place. Without warning, you drop down the rest of the way until you 're covering my grimace between my oculus and Kuki-Chin with your pleasant-tasting kitty-cat. The sudden warmth and wetness smothering me jar me for a mo, but I quickly recover and eagerly slip my tongue in you, tasting your juice 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 hips against me, running your fingers through my hairsbreadth and grabbing handfuls with each keen ripple of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my mouth, and soaking my cheek. The taste of you, and the strong feeling of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more aggressive. I nip playfully at your mouth, and silently smile at the shudder and gasp you emit when I take your clitoris between my teeth lightly. The sensory faculty ripping through your consistence, racing at break-neck velocity are making your cutis creeping, and your body shake, taking you to butt against, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to combat this.

fillet your grinding against my font 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 decelerate back and off movement against me. Thoroughly loving the sound you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the here and now. 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 break, '' you chide. Focused back on the labor at paw, I go back to arousing you with my tongue, now working in tandem with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the sensation of being deprived of my sess and feeling the double shaking of the bullet in me and your vibration in close proximity to my font, or the enticing olfactory perception and taste of your dripping wet puss, or the electric sensation of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to turn a loss focus and any witting sentiment as I lose myself in you, and you start to feel the orgasm edifice and creeping down your thorn.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not much longer, as you can barely pay heed on a lot longer. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and reduce up. Your breath catching in your pharynx, your skin electric with enhance sensation. Finally, you feel it coming. The only clue I get to you being so close to the boundary are some subtle clues. The force and force-out by which your free hired man is grabbing fistful of my tomentum. 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 drubbing and massaging with my glossa. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and arrogate up, and the first gush of fluid splashes into my mouth, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a secondly to find my calmness, and I go back to study with my mouth. Completely unmindful to anything going on with me, so focused on the orgasm rocketing all over your body, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One bridge player holding your toy in office on your now swollen and sensitive clit, the other rubbing your pussy with inflammation, sending juice all over the place ; splashing against your body, spraying all over my brass, running down my cheeks and chin, down my neck opening. This continues for a few more bit, effectively soaking my face and arms, and coating the interior of your thighs. Settling back on my chest of drawers, you collapse forward, resting your head just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through tug breaths. I can manage zilch Sir Thomas More than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your breasts is smothering my mouth. `` Mmmmm, dependable. You 've no idea how amazing that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you survey the damage. Everything from my arms, down to my chest, is literally drip, coated in your succus. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My initiative sight is your rose-cheeked grimace, a light, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the part I 've been attending to for the last patch. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can sense a drop running down the outside of my back talk, and I quickly dart my knife out to snaffle it, as you taste phenomenal.

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

'' Yes mistress, '' I reply, the sting of my teat still fresh in my intellect. You lean down slowly and lightly run your glossa along my sass, lapping up the remaining juice, as if to taste yourself. You bite down on your frown lip, seemingly savoring the penchant.

'' I really do taste trade good. Now I see why you kept at it. You wanted to a greater extent. You could n't get enough of it. '' All of this said through a knowing grin on your nerve. `` Well do n't interest, 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, variety of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and paseo to the end. You uncuff my ankles and separate me to levy my legs up. I comply, and you take the turnup around my articulatio talocruralis, and using extended straps, you connect them to the strap binding my radiocarpal joint. This keeps my legs up and back, but allows me to change position 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 leg are on opposite incline as you squat down over my boldness again, burying my face in your puss again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

prevarication tum to brook, 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 nerve, you grab my cock in your hand again. Keeping your grip business firm and tight, so as to prevent me from getting surd, you slip a couple band on me. One around the base of my balls, two mean ones around the substructure of my shaft ; designed to keep me toilsome and protract me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussy just outside my mouthpiece, and say one thing to me before burying my mouthpiece between your branch again. `` Relax and savor this, and no topic what, do not stop with your mouth. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my tongue, you refocus your attention to my lower half, still stroking my hardening rooster. With your free hired hand, you crack open up a bottle of lube and pour a minor quantity on the head of my dick. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again ; your purpose being to get me as hard as you can, as the rings take result and keep me inflexible for you to bring with. You wipe up the inordinateness lubricant with your still free hand, and slowly trace your finger down, between my impertinence, and bulge out rubbing it in a circle around my cakehole. Wanting to play and search Thomas More, you finally tear the still-vibrating bullet train from abstruse in my ass. You slip in two fingers as far as you can go, and get rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the walls.

Noticing me starting to squirm in chemical reaction, you take it to the side by side spirit level and take my pecker in your lip. Slowly, you slide your lips down my shaft, bit by bit, until you reach the bottom. Your sassing tightens around it, and at the same prison term, you push your fingers into my yap as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your tongue along the side of meat, making me experience every bit of the wild wizard. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your tongue ; your helping hand now running a firm grip up and down. You start to make a beat now.

One helping hand tightly wrapped around my throbbing cock, working its way up and down. The other exploring my ass as deeply and out-of-doors as it will go. Your warm, wet mouth running in tandem with the manus on my tool ; all while grinding your hips back into my face, 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 more than shallow and quicker. You let me enjoy it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. finger, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to stretch me out, and helping hand still pumping madly away at my shaft, you turn back to expect at me, moving your hip away to have eye contact, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To accent your head, you push your fingerbreadth in deeper and sting the psyche of my dick. My muffle cry and back arching lets you know your percentage point was made.

Turning back to working, you finally, slowly take away all but one fingerbreadth from within me. `` You 're starting to loosen up, my pet. But we still ask a niggling more. Plus we have to get your tight little hole used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my cock in you, I 'm not going gentle on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and grab a set of anal beads, as well as the lubricant again. Holding the beads in one manus, you generously apply lube to it. Using two digit to spread my boldness subject enough, you guide the string of beads toward my ass. As soon as the number one pocket-sized bead pushes through and into me, my eubstance jerks and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to play and you smack me hard on the thigh, backed by an"Open up !"dictation. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you access again. You push the mo bead in quickly, not giving me clip to set to it. Again my torso twitches at the unexpected trespasser."If you can take all the drop in at once, and not crusade 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 gear one.

For the next few beads, you deliberately choose your time forcing them in, making my maw expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual amusement. Reaching the last 4 beadwork, the biggest ones, you pause briefly. After taking my cock tightly in your hand again, you rapidly shove the last four pearl into me. The sudden pressing and sense experience of something firmly hitting that sensitive spot makes my dick flip out of restraint in your handwriting. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the entire strand in, rotating it so the ball keep rubbing up against the side, and driving me wild. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your lips around my cock, picking back up the rhythmical gesture from earlier.

Your goal here is dim-witted : 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 meter you're driving me wild ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your hips back into my face harder and harder, loving the smell of my tongue caressing your most sensitive orbit. 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 clean up your gait again with your mouthpiece and mitt, you also start rapidly sliding the total strand of bead 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 torture carries on, doing exactly what you intended it to do, and driving me insane. Yet again tonight, I'm on the verge of having a massive, brilliant orgasm. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and stop suddenly, denying me a release. You finally remove the beads from within me, and lift yourself up off of me, standing next to the bed.

'' Just about that time, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your loaded little ass mercilessly until you 're loose and weak in the knees ? Because that 's coming. Bob Hope you 're ready, '' you taunt. Not letting me prompt an inch, you decide to give yourself a little agile pleasure and not let me relax or fasten up. You grab the wide inglorious cock plug, and lube it decent to skid menage. Reaching back down to pass around my cheeks, you descent it up with my puckered hole.

'' Hold your breathing time, '' you whisper, before beginning to push it in to me. The swollen and bulbous head is the laborious part to get in. I start to advertise back and clasp up, fighting you, but you only pin my legs down, and pushing harder. Does n't subscribe much More, and with a little pop, my ass swallows the question. I let out a slender moan of discomfort, and start squirming in dissent.

'' Honey, you better get used to it. My cock is braggart and thicker than this, and wo n't be as blue. Plus one day I might want to get my intact hand up there ... '' You can hear me react to that statement, and use it to slip the difference of the toy in me, the sharpness snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another sentence, '' you say with an edge of tantalization. `` For now, we 're going to retain you slack and thrust you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in post when my hole is tight around it 's thickest point, 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 stopcock, squeezing it stringent. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my cock against the rings. You bring yourself around, running your hand up and down my shaft faster and tightening your grip. Your spit flicks lightly against the head, making me skip over each sentence. 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 dick and continue to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this point, it 's not hard for you to separate when I 'm just about to the level of coming, 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 pelvic arch raise up to fulfil your mouth, and my tool start to intumesce, you suddenly stop completely, with nothing More than an extremely tight grip at the base and around my balls to prevent me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an climax I so desperately want, you remind of the pattern. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not gear up to let you yet, my little cum slut. I just wanted you to have a little pleasure before what happens next, 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 heavy, thick, ribbed, violet, double-ended strap-on. Stepping back over near me on the bed, you slowly, and carefully, abuse into one leg 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 same good manners. Now, your job since we've started was to shit me as wet as potential, so that my toy went in with no issues. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your side by the head, you start to guide it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only keep an eye on. I notice that your pussycat is clearly swell up and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was part of your architectural plan ; to make me helplessly watch in unquiet hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the start it slips in without issue. However, much to my despair, as soon as you meet the ridges on it, it starts to gather resistance. I can you see you trying to push harder to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the unharmed affair in to the hilt, mostly without too much difficulty. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my chest with a leg on either side of my head again, this time putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your next move."wellspring, you get favorable, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the hardest matter to get in, but it did fight back backbone at some stage. Apparently you can't even get a purulent wet correctly. Such a pathetic slave. So you'll get it lubed up some from me, but first you're going to learn how to properly make something wet when you're ordered to do so."

Before I can oppose, you grab my capitulum by the hair in one hand, and your toy in the former, and startle forward, forcing your toy into my mouth. Not relenting, you push forward with your hips, and pull my fountainhead toward you, pushing in farther. I'm literally bucking underneath you, trying to get away, but you hold me there for a few second gear. Easing back, you slip the toy out of my mouth, but maintain your handle on my head and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the nookie ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your cock back in.

"I never said you could speak,"you command."I told you, you're going to study how to use your lip to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my cunt, so you're going to memorise the intemperate way : Do it to my putz before I put it in your ass. Keep combat, and it's the entirely lube you're going to get."To aim your head menage, you reach back and twist one of my nipple as hard as you can, and at the same clock time, you push to a greater extent of your toy into my mouth, to where I can feel it hitting the backbone of my pharynx.

"Do you fucking understand me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my head in licking and acceptance."Good boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensitive nipple, you take my head in both hired hand, and pull slowly back, until just the headland is resting on my sass. You linger there a consequence, then pull up my head forward as far as you can. This microscope slide my lips an column inch or so down the shot, which isn't adept enough. You let me sleep together with a,"This intact thing is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to have to do better if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't bring my oral sex any further down on it, you ease your body forward again, watching in pleasure 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 coxa back again, pulling it all the way out of my rima oris. After a secondment, you jump forward again ; thrusting your faker turncock back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your hips back and forth, getting wet at the pot of your purple toy sliding and out of my mouth, completely against my will. Not to mention the fact that every clip you hit the book binding of my throat, your side of the toy pushes into you, and scratch against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a suck with my back talk, which causes your toy to gently slip in and out of you, each time it does the like thing in my mouth. Naturally, this starts to get you blistering and surface-active agent. Because of this, you start going faster and faster, and pushing harder, which forces it further down my throat. Lost in your own world, enjoying both the sensations, and the view of my rim 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 sense the all too familiar 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 mouth, with my nose less than an inch from your belly. Pulling back and all the way out, I begin coughing from it being difficult to breath. I recover after a consequence, as you still sit there. Thrilled with what just happen, you lean down adjacent to my ear, and tease me by telling me,"You're just a good little cunt. I'm very majestic of you, but I want to see if you can charter it all the way down. I want your nozzle against my stomach, is that understood my pet ?"I hesitate a second, before acknowledging your request. You show how thrilled you are with a soft groan, and industrial plant a taunting osculation on my cheek.

Sitting back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is less space between you and my oral cavity. Without asking if I'm fix, you place the tip at my lip again, and get up my head slightly up so the head of your toy slides in my lip. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with decision. You reach the first wall, and with a brisk"Open !"you see my mouth exposed wider, allowing to fight the intruder in encourage. Next you feel your toy turncock hit the back of my throat, but you're not letting that point you. Rising up on your knees a trivial, you start using your body weight to push, and after a few registration of my jaw, you feel my throat move over way, and your rooster slides the rest of the way in. My nose is now firmly buried against your venter ; your toy the whole way in.

You let out a squeal of joy, and after leaving it there a here and now, you pull all the way out. I barely get a probability to watch a breath, before you've shoved it back in to the hilt again. Keeping your toy pushed in all the way, you push my head back against the pillow, and lift yourself up on your knees, so you're almost directly above me. In that locating, you start pulling your coxa up, withdrawing your toy from deep in my pharynx, until it's barely out. Then you let your body fall back down again, driving it back down until it bottoms out. You repeat this over and over."If I can remove it all the way without a problem, so can you. None of your holes is allowed to be any nasty than any of mine,"you tell me, pumping up and down, again and again.

After a few minutes of this, you're satisfied that I can take all of your cock down my throat with no payoff, and rive yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to charm my breathing place, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my nerve, and snaffle the gag from the chair."That's the last time you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my head again, you force the ball gag into my sassing, and secure it tightly around my head word. 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 quiet sigh, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your succeeding task.

Disconnecting one of my leg restraint, you Holy Order me to toss over, on my venter. I comply, and whorl over ; the restraints around my wrists tightening. Once over, you restrain my free leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the bottle of lubricant, you put the tip between my buttock, at the entrance to my kettle of fish, and wring gently."I promised you a little bit of lube, and even though you have fought back, I'll keep back my promise. Besides…. With as hard as I'm going to have intercourse you, you're going to need it,"you tease. You swipe up a niggling lube on two of your finger, and push them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a third finger to make sure the entering to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingers, you take your toy in your deal, and hale a right amount of lube down onto it. Catching the supererogatory in your paw, you wrap your fingers around the shaft, and work your hand up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lube down, and put yourself in perspective behind me, the tip of your dick hovering just above my ass.

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

"Are you quick ?"you ask.

I nod my question.

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

Able to respond, I respond,"For you to fuck me Mistress."

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

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

"Fuck you how ?"you taunt, an almost playful teasing quality to your voice.

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

"With…. ?"you say, leaving the answer overt. 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 heading back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

Holding your toy in your hand, you guide it towards my now lubed up, loose and waiting hole. You trace a circle around the gap with the read/write head to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the oral sex into my ass. The twitch of my legs and clenching of my ass, mixed with a quiet sigh, narrate you that it was a mix of pleasure and hurting, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at first base. Able to pass it in without your hands now, you pull my ass apart so you can watch your dick slide into my ass. Putting your weight behind it as you did above me before, you apply pressure and the cock starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the nates ; your torso pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy rest there for a moment, making my ass stretchiness around it and accommodate it. Very slowly, you start inching yourself back out so I feel every excrescence and rib of your toy cock, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the question still in. Not waiting, or taking it easy this time, you quickly thrust the intact dig all the way in, slamming into me. I cry out from the gag. Without any mercy, you pull out and pierce fully back in again. Now that you know how light I am, you take your odoriferous prison term, getting the inside of me slick with lube. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lubricant to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're meet that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my tight cakehole is now spate loose for your use, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a gentle moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to raise up on your men and stifle, but do not let my shaft slip out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to rest on your heels, pulling about one-half of your toy out. Very carefully, I lift myself up on my elbow joint. I rise up on one knee, and then the other, but as I go to plant 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 find you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your peter against my ass a few times. `` You did n't follow instructions. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the head of your dick back into my ass, then grab my hips. Settling in, you pull me back as punishing as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your cock into me full military group. You are n't being assuage with me anymore. Fully aware that I can easily take 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 bodies slapping together at the force makes an audible noise, but you do n't slow down down. You 're enjoying every second of watching my ass bounce from each intemperately drive into me, and the sound of my moaning in pleasure.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as surd and fast in return, 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 long thrust, making sure your physical structure gibe home apartment against me every sentence. You have no intention of letting up any metre 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. proceed making those noises. If I ca n't hear you, then I wo n't believe you 're enjoying this, '' you say to me, before resuming your ceaseless ramming of me.

Eventually, you slow down for a secondment, to catch my peter, which was been swinging back and Forth River from your intemperate shag. You push the rings around it back up tightly, as you do n't require me coming just yet, and fall in it a few slow and business firm strokes, just to advertise me that very much closer and tease me that much Sir Thomas More. Leaning forward, you place both manus on my shoulder, while pulling your articulatio coxae back. You lean as end 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 bed me severe .'Those are your alternative, so prefer, '' you tell me quietly. I hesitate, not certainly what to say. `` Choose, '' you bark. `` Choose or I 'll choose for you, and you 're not going to wish it. ''

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

You think for a second. `` You know, I do n't care your reply. 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 berm tightly, you pull me back quickly onto your toy prick. In this new position, you 're able to go deep than before, and you take advantage of it. You do n't hold back furiously pounding away at me, but now you 're also pushing more when your hips hit my ass to drive your toy in to me as far and as bass as you can. The harder and faster you pound, the Sir Thomas More I can finger the rolling moving ridge of an orgasm building, and you 're not even touching my dick.

The Saame is avowedly on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can experience your body start to tense up up, an perplex orgasm edifice. The closer you get, it seems like you find excess gears in the speeding and power of your thrust, because as you get approximate 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 outcry of pleasure. Thrusting in and out. Long, deep flare-up of apparent movement. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your pecker 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 stop you pounding away at me, as you force yourself forward again, and your tenacious, thick purpleness toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no resistance or travail.

You carry on like this for some time, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the personnel of the intense climax edifice inside you. The smart as a whip botheration, joy, and pressure level whiz I feel against my most tender dapple are making me weak in the stifle, and my integral body is tiring from handling the force of your ass-fucking, making me scurvy myself down on my elbows for accompaniment ; the whole meter, my tool oozing pre-cum. It 's not too a lot farsighted, and you can feel yourself start to come. Just at the edge of climax, you slam in one final meter, before your pounding ceases. As the orgasm hits, you fall against my book binding, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slack drudgery that rub your toy against your clitoris, which push the orgasm harder and faster. I can experience your heart racing against my back, hear your leaden and sap 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 stick pressure on me and forcing more pre-cum out of my cock.

After a moment, you collect yourself. You sit up straight again, but leave your cock in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing hammer in your paw. With your fingertip, you rub it against the point, 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 orotund cock from my ass. Running your script on it, you admire the warmheartedness it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the blandness of it from the lube and the juices in me. You step off the bed, and loosen my leg simplicity again. You parliamentary procedure me back over, laying with my pecker 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 move up my hips up a bit.

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

Laughing, you continue, `` Of course not. I know how sensitive that piddling spot in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to cause you cum so intemperate, you ca n't walk. '' With that, you berth yourself, and reach down with a few fingerbreadth to feel my asshole. Nothing how loose it is now, and how easily your finger's breadth 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 well-to-do than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your hips back and Forth River, letting most of the pecker slide in and out of my ass at will. Your end here is n't the mad, furious, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as much continued, heavy pressure on my most sensitive point as you can, until my tool 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 me cum as a good deal and strong as you can, since you have something in mind.

Reaching down to take my prick in your hand, you start grinding a piddling harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my cock with a business firm clutch, slowly working up and down my shaft. You 're loving all the groan of delight coming from me, and the way I 'm actively grinding against you to get more of your toy in me. You notice my external respiration getting shorter and agile, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a night of torture, teasing, and orgasm denial. Picking up the pace with your script, your turn to quick pump of my cock, running your helping hand down the unscathed length of it. You 've also started moving your cock around more, rotating your pelvic girdle to move it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my cock, and fuck my ass, barreling me secretive and close to an sexual climax. My breathing spell quickens, and you know I 'm shut down.

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

'' Oh fuck, please schoolmarm. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my urgent and pleading reply, you pick up a thrusting motion, angling upward with your dick so that it hits my spot hard each clip. You 're also furiously pumping at my cock, unrelenting in your quest to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me tense up tightly, raising my hip joint up sharply to lunge my cock into your hand. At the same metre you hear me utter a `` Oh God, I 'm coming. '' At that moment, you stop thrusting, and clench your clenched fist around the top of my dick. You can experience my cum shooting up through my dick, slowed down by your atmospheric pressure, but it 's building. rightfulness at the utter moment, you let go. My cum flies out of my cock with force, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my stomach. Since it had been Day since I 'd cum net, and you 'd been toying with me all night, it 's zippo short of a massive load. My cock continues to erupt and twitch in your hand, spurting more and more cum out ; it running down your hand and landing around my tummy and wooden leg. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My total eubstance is shaking, my cock sensitive to the touch sensation. And your toy cock is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could sense my muddle clutches tightly and violently around your toy.

gift me a moment to catch my intimation, you survey your scathe. I have cum everywhere. Thomas More than a gravid mouthful. `` My, my. Quite the mess you 've made. We 're going to have to make clean this up, '' you say observantly.

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

'' Will you now ? Such a ripe minuscule pet. I 'm gladiola 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 pretend me learn. There 's peck of cum on your hand that was wrapped around my dick. With the other, you scoop up some of the magnanimous drops. Leaning forward, you command me to afford my mouth. I do, expecting the gag, your pussy, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your smattering of my cum into my mouth. It takes me a second to realize what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You stop me by clamping your helping hand over my rima oris. With a clean finger from the other hand, you lift up my blindfold and stare me in the eye with a look of inhuman determination.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to clean house up your mess. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to try not only me, but the taste of your cum, so you can value 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 opened my mouth ; the slight bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your clean script, and wipe it into my mouth. Reaching back down, you scoop up the concluding part, which is quite a load in itself. This time, you surprise me, and lap it off your mitt. With a mouthful of my cum now, you close your heart, tasting it, licking your hired hand clean and jerk and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste good, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your back talk. Leaning down, column inch from my backtalk, you tilt your head so you can speak without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't want to traverse you any of this. And it 's your job to clean it up. Here you go. '' With that, you flora your lips on mine, firmly kissing me. With your tongue, you feed the repose of my cum to me. I can feel the boastfully load sitting in my mouthpiece, but I 'm enjoying necking you too often. After kissing me passionately for a few present moment, you pull back, licking your lips.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your paw that was around my prick, you put your fingerbreadth on my brim, telling me, `` Now now, be a good fiddling slut and clean up all of your muss. Lick my fingerbreadth clean. '' I lift my head up, taking your digit in my warm, wet back talk, and use my tongue to lick your finger barren of any cum, which is a sentience that sends gelidity down your dead body. Once they are clean, you withdraw them. Looking down at me, you can see I 've got quite a heavy 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 serious, you look me in the center. `` With that being said, '' you say in a house, no fucking around, flavor, `` swallow every in conclusion drop. '' The looking 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 only way. I swallow it, but it 's such a huge, thick load, that it takes me a second to get it all. `` Now, open up your mouth and demo your schoolmarm that it 's all gone, like a good lilliputian bitch. '' I do, and upon seeing an empty mouth, you give off a squeal of delight again, and snaffle me to kiss me, thrilled at my chagrin and obedience.

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

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

'' No, of course not. You 're still my little fuck toy. But now, you get to savour my pussy the decent way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and straddle me. `` Are you make ? You know the ruler. 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 face and make you clean it out of me. '' I nod my principal in understanding.

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

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