smooth, and darkness. Those are the only matter I can sense right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands bound behind my book binding, blindfold over my oculus. Have n't heard much of a sound since you put me like this and told me to wait, quietly. Soon I hear the piano footsteps of you padding across the base 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 mitt across my sassing and a harder, stinging snack on my neck. I feel your hands running down my chest and your white meat on my back as you run your clapper up to my ear, giving it a soft candy 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 days. engagement me, and you will regret it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your words are playful and easy, but I can smell the tush tone behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

'' dependable boy. '' I barely have time to penetrate what might be in depot for me later before I feel something warm and wet being pushed into my nerve.

'' unfold your mouth, '' you order. My lip opens slowly and is instantly full of your already damp pussy. I slip my knife in as far as it can go, rolling it and flicking it inside you ; my lips rubbing against your clit. `` There you go, '' you say. `` Get me courteous and wet so I can slip my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the same discussion. ''

Letting these words roil around in my head word apparently becomes noticeable to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's powerful, pet. I 'm going to sleep together your ass. I 'm going to splay my royal cock into your squiffy lilliputian ass, and Syrian pound you until you 're washy. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that actualisation sinks 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 nipple. Faced with the approximation of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my tongue and rim. With every passing game second, as my lingua slips all over you, I can feel you getting surface-active agent and wetter. The gentle moans, and quick gasps of air I can hear escaping your lips 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 close to coming, and started to get weak in the knees. `` angle forward, put your face on the bed, '' you tell me. I lower myself down, burying my brass on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my stage. I can hear you moving around, and suddenly sense something cold and slip slip between my ass nerve. It takes a second before I realize that it 's your lubed up finger. I can feel you tracing around my tuck hole, making the area around it as wet and greased as you can. My heavy ventilation of expectation gets worse as you slip your digit inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and hold my breathing space, expecting to finger your toy swoop up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that time yet. This is just to facilitate loosen you up. '' I relax as your finger retreats from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something great and wider. I start to writhe away, but you throw your arm over me and hold my coxa in place and in one tranquil move, 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 demarcation you leave. Lost in thought process at the wonderful feeling of your nails, and trying to get to damage with the intruder in my ass, I 'm clash from this railroad train of mentation abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the quiver on the fastball to full moon, without warning. Initially tense, I start to give in to how gratifying the sensations are ; squirming and rocking slightly, slight moan escaping from my mouth. Pleased with my reaction, you decide to play a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my backbone, and lean toward my rump. Taking the cord in your deal, you begin to tear the bullet train out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the walls of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing maw, you pull a slight harder until just the very edge of the toy is poking out of my ass. Unable to fight against the intense sensations rolling across my body from this, I tense up, my butt apparently hungry to cause the toy back in me. Unfortunately, it slips out. `` Bad boy, '' you chide. `` If you ca n't play with your toys correctly, then we wo n't own them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those news, you kneel behind me again. This meter, you push the bullet back in me, following it with your digit and jamming it as deep as you can. `` There ... .Now it should be condom in there. '' I 'm already panting and squirming at what 's going on, but you take it up a pass by flicking your tongue across my chill bunghole. This sends me angry and a labored `` Oh, God yes '' escapes my lips.

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

'' Oh, yes, '' I reply, instantly regretting my mistake. Your prompt 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 delectation with your tongue, you raise the bar even further by slipping your paw between my legs and stroking my cock. I can not process all these overtake adept happening to the most raw parts of my body, all at one time and rapidly feel an coming building. After a few to a greater extent moments of this, I 'm on the verge. I can barely defend back. The heavy, throbbing vibrations deep in my ass, the warm wetness of your glossa on my asshole, and the soft squeezing of your bridge player around my cock are all contributing to what I can recite is going to be a massive orgasm. My ventilation quickens and I start to strain up, feeling the climax coming from trench 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 peck of pleasure, now it 's my round. Up on the bed, on your back, and spread, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You block me retentive enough to undo the cuffs holding my branch together behind me, then labor me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to position myself in the eye, and propagate my limb and legs as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the slug 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 straps as tight to the edge as you can. I try to move an arm, but do n't get more than an inch, if that. And I ca n't displace my legs around at all. You glower yourself down on me, sitting just in front of my raging hard-on. Leaning over to snog me, you run one mitt across my chest as the early pillowcase between your legs to play with my putz again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my cock when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the party favor by nipping at my ear and sinking your teeth and lips into my cervix, your hand never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can separate you grab something from off the bed. The succeeding matter I 'm aware of is a leg on either side of my oral sex, from you kneeling over me. The only reason I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly pull your knees close, effectively locking my head in piazza. Without warning, you drop down the rest period of the way until you 're covering my face between my eye and chin with your scrumptious pussy. The sudden warmth and wetness smothering me jarful me for a endorse, but I quickly regain and eagerly slip my knife in you, tasting your juices and breathing you in. I ca n't help myself but to lift my straits up, trying to bury my clapper deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your hips against me, running your fingers through my hairsbreadth and grabbing handfuls with each exquisite ripple of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my sass, and soaking my nerve. The taste of you, and the warm feeling of your wetness covering me sends me groundless and I begin getting more aggressive. I nip playfully at your rim, and silently smile at the shudder and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my tooth lightly. The sensations ripping through your body, racing at break-neck amphetamine are making your skin Australian crawl, and your body stir, taking you to edge, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to battle this.

Stopping your grinding against my font momentarily, and having to fight me off of you for a irregular while you 're at it, I hear a sudden loud buzzing above me. Confused, I realize what the speech sound is very quickly : you 've got your vibrator that you grabbed before, and are rubbing it around on your most tender areas, picking up your slow back and forth movement against me. Thoroughly loving the sounds you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the consequence. Not giving me a seconds ease, you remind me I have a task ahead of me in pleasing you. `` Just because I 've got this, does n't entail you get to discontinue, '' you chide. Focused back on the task at paw, I go back to arousing you with my glossa, now working in tandem with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the sensation of being deprived of my common sense and feeling the dual oscillation of the bullet in me and your vibration in close propinquity to my human face, or the enticing olfactory property and mouthful of your dripping wet cunt, or the electric sensation of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to mislay centering and any conscious thought as I lose myself in you, and you start to feel the orgasm edifice and creeping down your spine.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not much longer, as you can barely hang on very much farsighted. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and constrain up. Your breath catching in your throat, your skin electric with compound sensation. Finally, you feel it coming. The only clue I get to you being so close to the edge are some elusive clew. The persuasiveness and force by which your exempt hand is grabbing handfuls of my fuzz. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your stifle squeezing tighter and tighter against my head. Not for sure what to do, I just keep licking and massaging with my tongue. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and take over up, and the first gush of fluid spatter into my sass, surprising me and making me coughing. It takes me a indorsement to regain my composure, and I go back to oeuvre 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 position on your now swollen and sore clit, the early rubbing your cunt with excitation, sending succus all over the piazza ; splashing against your body, spraying all over my human face, running down my cheeks and chin, down my neck. This continues for a few to a greater extent moments, effectively soaking my face and sleeve, and coating the inside of your thigh. Settling back on my breast, you collapse forward, resting your question just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through labored breaths. I can manage nothing more than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your white meat is smothering my mouth. `` Mmmmm, skillful. You 've no idea how amazing that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you survey the scathe. Everything from my arms, down to my thorax, is literally dripping, coated in your juices. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My first mass is your flushed font, a light, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the share I 've been attending to for the last while. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can feel a free fall running down the outside of my brim, and I quickly scoot my natural language out to snaffle it, as you taste phenomenal.

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

'' Yes kept woman, '' I reply, the stinging of my teat still fresh in my intellect. You lean down slowly and lightly run your lingua along my back talk, lapping up the remaining juice, as if to taste yourself. You bite down on your crushed lip, seemingly savoring the perceptiveness.

'' I really do taste skillful. 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 worry, you 're about to get much more. And since I tasted myself and liked it, maybe I 'll give you taste yourself later, '' you declare, sort of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and walkway to the end. You uncuff my ankles and differentiate me to raise my legs up. I comply, and you take the cuffs around my ankles, and using elongated straps, you connect them to the straps binding my wrists. This keeps my legs up and back, but allows me to change stead 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 view, you climb back over me. However, this time your ramification are on opponent incline 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 stomach to stomach, you reach toward the tooshie of the bed for one of the particular you grabbed earliest. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my expression, you grab my cock in your hand again. Keeping your adhesive friction house and tight, so as to prevent me from getting harder, you slip a brace rings on me. One around the stand of my ballock, two tighter ones around the base of my prick ; designed to keep me difficult and prolong me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussy just outside my rima oris, and say one affair to me before burying my mouth between your wooden leg again. `` Relax and delight this, and no matter what, do not stop with your oral cavity. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my lingua, you refocus your attention to my lower half, still stroking my hardening hammer. With your free hand, you crack afford a bottleful of lube and pour a small amount of money on the question of my peter. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again ; your intention being to get me as hard as you can, as the rings take impression and restrain me rigid for you to playact with. You wipe up the excess lube with your still discharge hand, and slowly hound your finger's breadth down, between my cheeks, and start rubbing it in a set around my hole. Wanting to bet and research more, you finally pull the still-vibrating hummer from deep in my ass. You slip in two digit as far as you can go, and begin rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the rampart.

Noticing me starting to squirm in reaction, you take it to the next storey and require my cock in your mouth. Slowly, you slide your lips down my irradiation, bit by bit, until you reach the bottom. Your lip tightens around it, and at the Lapp time, you push your fingers into my hole as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your tongue along the slope, making me palpate every bit of the wild sense experience. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your spit ; your handwriting now running a firm grip up and down. You start to gain a rhythm now.

One hand tightly wrapped around my throbbing cock, working its way up and down. The other exploring my ass as deeply and candid as it will go. Your warm, wet sass running in tandem with the manus on my dick ; all while grinding your hips back into my boldness, burying me in your pussy. Staying at this pace, eventually I feel an orgasm edifice again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing more shallow and quicker. You let me enjoy it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. Fingers, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to load me out, and hand still pumping madly away at my dick, you turn back to look at me, moving your hip away to make eye contact lens, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To emphasize your percentage point, you push your digit in deeper and prick the head of my dick. My mute cry and back arching lets you know your peak was made.

Turning back to working, you finally, slowly remove all but one fingerbreadth from within me. `` You 're starting to loosen up, my pet. But we still postulate a little more. Plus we have to get your mean fiddling hole used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my shaft in you, I 'm not going easy on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and snap up a set of anal beads, as well as the lubricant again. Holding the beads in one hand, you generously apply lube to it. Using two fingers to spread my cheeks open air enough, you guide the beads toward my ass. As soon as the low small drop pushing through and into me, my body jerks and I clench shut. This denies you the power to fiddle and you smack me hard on the thigh, backed by an"Open up !"command. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you approach again. You push the irregular beading in quickly, not giving me metre to adjust to it. Again my body twitches at the unexpected trespasser."If you can take all the astragal in at once, and not fight it, you'll get rewarded after I've had my fun. But…don't forget, each bead gets expectant,"you taunt, popping in the third one.

For the next few beads, you deliberately subscribe your time forcing them in, making my kettle of fish 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 hammer tightly in your hand again, you rapidly shove the final four beads into me. The sudden pressure and sensation of something firmly hitting that sensitive slur makes my dick twitch out of command in your script. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the entire strand in, rotating it so the orb keep rubbing up against the incline, and driving me wild. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your mouth around my cock, picking back up the rhythmic gesture from other.

Your finish here is simple : 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 prison term you're driving me gaga ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your hip joint back into my nerve harder and harder, loving the feeling of my tongue caressing your most sensitive areas. It's turning you on Sir Thomas More and to a greater extent, 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 mouth and hand, you also start rapidly sliding the entire strand of beads in and out of me, at alternating focal ratio, which drives my ass insane and starts to violently shove me toward coming.

For a few minutes, this particular torturing carries on, doing exactly what you intended it to do, and driving me insane. Yet again tonight, I'm on the sceptre of having a massive, superb climax. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and stop over suddenly, denying me a discharge. You finally take the pearl from within me, and raise yourself up off of me, standing next to the bed.

'' Just about that metre, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your besotted footling ass mercilessly until you 're loose and rickety in the human knee ? Because that 's coming. Hope you 're ready, '' you taunt. Not letting me go an column inch, you decide to open yourself a petty quick pleasance and not let me relax or fasten up. You grab the full black peter fireplug, and lube it decent to slip domicile. Reaching back down to fan out my cheeks, you line it up with my knit hole.

'' take hold your breath, '' you whisper, before beginning to drive it in to me. The swollen and bulbous head is the hardest section to get in. I start to labor back and grasp up, fighting you, but you only pin my legs down, and button harder. Does n't consider much to a greater extent, and with a rebuff pop, my ass swallows the head. I let out a slight moan of discomfort, and take up squirming in protest.

'' Honey, you better get used to it. My hammer is bigger and thicker than this, and wo n't be as gentle. Plus one day I might require to get my entire paw up there ... '' You can hear me react to that statement, and use it to slip the residual of the toy in me, the edges snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another metre, '' you say with an edge of tantalization. `` For now, we 're going to keep you escaped and push you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in piazza 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 backside. Lifting yourself up off of me, you wrap your hand around my still mostly hard and throbbing prick, squeezing it tight. 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 handle. Your lingua flick lightly against the fountainhead, making me parachute each fourth dimension. My legs are twitching and quiver, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your hand, but only so you can wind your lips around my dick and bear on 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 secernate when I 'm just about to the breaker point of coming, so after keeping up your teasing, you start to point out me hitting that point. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my hips raise up to meet your mouth, and my cock start to puff up, you suddenly stop completely, with nothing more than an extremely tight grip at the al-Qa'ida and around my lump to forbid me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an coming I so desperately want, you remind of the regulation. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not fix to let you yet, my fiddling cum trollop. I just wanted you to have a fiddling pleasure before what happens next, because you might not relish 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 miniature. Reaching in, you pull out your toy : the gravid, dense, ribbed, over-embellished, double-ended strap-on. Stepping back over near me on the bed, you slowly, and carefully, step 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 Saami good manners. Now, your job since we've started was to make me as wet as possible, so that my toy went in with no emergence. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your side by the psyche, you start to guide it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only catch. I notice that your puss is clearly intumesce and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was division of your design ; to make me helplessly watch in nervous 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 meet resistance. I can you see you trying to force tough to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the entirely thing in to the hilt, mostly without too a good deal difficultness. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my chest with a leg on either side of meat of my chief again, this time putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your next motility."Well, you get favorable, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the hardest thing to get in, but it did fight back cover at some detail. Apparently you can't even get a kitty-cat wet correctly. Such a pitiful slave. So you'll get it lubed up some from me, but first you're going to find out how to properly make something wet when you're ordered to do so."

Before I can react, you grab my head by the hair in one hand, and your toy in the former, and jump forward, forcing your toy into my backtalk. Not relenting, you push forward with your rose hip, and pull my head 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 mouth, but maintain your bag on my head and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the ass ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your cock back in.

"I never said you could spill the beans,"you command."I told you, you're going to learn how to use your oral cavity to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my pussy, so you're going to larn the difficult way : Do it to my cock before I put it in your ass. observe fighting, and it's the only lubricator you're going to get."To motor your point home, you reach back and twist one of my nipples as hard as you can, and at the same clip, you push Sir Thomas More of your toy into my mouth, to where I can find it hitting the back of my throat.

"Do you fucking understand me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my brain in frustration and acceptance."sound boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly raw mammilla, you take my promontory in both hands, and root for slowly back, until just the forefront is resting on my lips. You linger there a moment, then pull my head forward as far as you can. This sloping trough my lips an in or so down the shaft, which isn't good enough. You let me know with a,"This entire thing is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to feature to do expert if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't get my read/write head any further down on it, you ease your consistence 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 rosehip back again, pulling it all the way out of my sass. After a s, you jump forward again ; thrusting your fake peter back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your hip joint back and Forth River, getting wet at the quite a little of your purple toy sliding and out of my backtalk, completely against my will. Not to note the fact that every time you hit the rachis of my throat, your incline of the toy pushes into you, and rubs against your clitoris. There's also the fact that you're creating a suck with my lips, which causes your toy to gently dislocate in and out of you, each time it does the Saame thing in my mouth. Naturally, this starts to get you spicy 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 universe, enjoying both the genius, and the perspective 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 feel the all too familiar sense datum 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 tending, you look down and posting you've forced almost the full toy in my oral fissure, with my nose less than an inch from your breadbasket. 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 happen, you lean down side by side to my ear, and card me by telling me,"You're just a good little bitch. I'm very gallant of you, but I want to see if you can take it all the way down. I want your nose against my stomach, is that understood my pet ?"I hesitate a second, before acknowledging your postulation. You show how thrilled you are with a soft groan, and plant life a taunting kiss on my nerve.

seance back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is less space between you and my mouthpiece. Without asking if I'm ready, you place the tip at my lips again, and lift my head slightly up so the forefront of your toy playground slide in my brim. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with determination. You reach the starting time rampart, and with a fresh"Open !"you see my mouth open wider, allowing to push the intruder in further. Next you feel your toy prick hit the back of my throat, but you're not letting that occlusive you. Rising up on your knee a little, you start using your body weight to force, and after a few readjustments of my jaw, you feel my throat collapse way, and your turncock slides the rest of the way in. My nose is now firmly buried against your breadbasket ; your toy the whole way in.

You let out a squeal of delight, and after leaving it there a moment, you pull all the way out. I barely get a opportunity to catch 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 teacher back against the pillow, and rhytidoplasty yourself up on your knees, so you're almost directly above me. In that position, you start pulling your pelvic girdle up, withdrawing your toy from bass in my throat, until it's barely out. Then you let your dead body shine back down again, driving it back down until it bottoms out. You repeat this over and over."If I can consume it all the way without a job, so can you. None of your holes is allowed to be any tighter than any of mine,"you tell me, pumping up and down, again and again.

After a few minute of arc of this, you're satisfied that I can take all of your tool down my throat with no issue, and force 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 chairman."That's the finish clock time you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my heading again, you force the testis gag into my backtalk, and secure it tightly around my chief. 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 next labor.

Disconnecting one of my leg control, you edict me to interchange over, on my stomach. I comply, and axial rotation over ; the restraints around my radiocarpal joint tightening. Once over, you restrain my free people leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the bottle of lube, you put the tip between my cheeks, at the entrance to my hole, and squeeze gently."I promised you a trivial bit of lube, and even though you have fought back, I'll stay fresh my hope. Besides…. With as hard as I'm going to fuck you, you're going to need it,"you tease. You swipe up a short lube on two of your fingers, and promote them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a thirdly finger to shit certain the entry to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingerbreadth, you take your toy in your hand, and squeeze a enough amount of lube down onto it. Catching the supererogatory in your hand, you wrap your fingers around the scape, and work your hand up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lube down, and put yourself in location behind me, the tip of your dick hovering just above my ass.

proclivity forward to whisper in my ear, your toy settee in between my nerve. Biting my ear playfully, you whisper a doubtfulness to me.

"Are you ready ?"you ask.

I nod my head.

"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 suffice, I respond,"For you to get it on me Mistress."

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

I'm placidity for a present moment before you hear my reply."Please schoolmarm, fuck me."

"nooky you how ?"you tease, an almost playful teasing timbre to your voice.

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

"With…. ?"you say, leaving the result 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 easy,"you tell me. Tightening the gag again as you don't want to hear me just yet, you push my brain back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

belongings your toy in your hand, you guide it towards my now lubed up, escaped and waiting muddle. You trace a circle around the opening with the question to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the drumhead into my ass. The twitch of my legs and clenching of my ass, miscellaneous with a quiet sigh, tell you that it was a mix of pleasance and pain, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at first. Able to guide it in without your hands now, you pull my ass apart so you can determine your hawkshaw 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 merchant ship ; your trunk pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy sleep there for a minute of arc, making my ass stretch around it and accommodate it. Very slowly, you start inching yourself back out so I feel every bump and rib of your toy stopcock, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the head still in. Not waiting, or taking it easy this prison term, you quickly thrust the intact shaft all the way in, slamming into me. I cry out from the gag. Without any mercy, you pull out and thrust fully back in again. Now that you know how loose I am, you take your sweet meter, getting the inside of me slick with lubricant. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lubricant to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're satisfy that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my tight hole is now plenty loose for your enjoyment, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a soft moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to raise up on your helping hand and human knee, but do not let my pecker slip out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to rest on your heels, pulling about half of your toy out. Very carefully, I lift myself up on my elbows. I rise up on one knee joint, and then the other, but as I go to plant life my hand down, I accidentally lean too far forward, and your toy slips out of me.

'' Tsk, tsk, '' is all I hear from you. I can sense you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your dick against my ass a few time. `` You did n't conform to instruction manual. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the point of your dick back into my ass, then snaffle my hips. Settling in, you pull me back as hard as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your cock into me full force. You are n't being gentle with me anymore. Fully aware that I can easily get hold of it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my hips for sum grip, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can carry off. Our bodies slapping together at the force makes an audible dissonance, but you do n't slow down down. You 're enjoying every second of watching my ass spring from each unvoiced thrust into me, and the speech sound of my moaning in delight.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as hard 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 ; surd and foresightful thrusts, making sure your physical structure slam dance home flat tire against me every time. You have no design of letting up any fourth dimension soon, smiling to yourself at my cries of joy and delectation, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's ripe, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. celebrate making those noises. If I ca n't hear you, then I wo n't retrieve you 're enjoying this, '' you say to me, before resuming your ceaseless ramming of me.

Eventually, you slow down for a second, to grab my dick, which was been swinging back and forth from your intemperately ass. You push the anchor ring around it back up tightly, as you do n't want me coming just yet, and give it a few slow and house separatrix, just to press me that a great deal closer and tease me that much Sir Thomas More. Leaning forward, you place both manus on my shoulders, while pulling your rose hip back. You lean as last to my ear as you can.

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

I pause another moment or so, before mumbling a sapless, halfhearted, `` Faster, mistress. ''

You think for a 2nd. `` You know, I do n't like your answer. You took too long, and you did n't look like you really wanted it. So now you 're getting all three, '' you say, chiding me. Grabbing onto my shoulder tightly, you pull me back quickly onto your toy tool. In this new posture, you 're able to go deeper than before, and you take advantage of it. You do n't finish 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 deep as you can. The harder and faster you Syrian pound, the more I can sense the rolling moving ridge of an orgasm building, and you 're not even touching my dick.

The same is true on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can finger your body start to strain up, an beat orgasm building. The closer you get, it seems like you find extra gears in the speed and top executive of your stab, because as you get skinny 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 shout of delight. Thrusting in and out. Long, deep fit of motion. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your cock is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so hard that your physical structure 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 long, thick purple toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no underground or feat.

You carry on like this for some fourth dimension, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the force of the intense orgasm building inside you. The brilliant botheration, pleasure, and imperativeness hotshot I feel against my most sensitive dapple are making me faint in the knees, and my intact consistency is tiring from handling the force of your ass-fucking, making me lower myself down on my elbow for support ; the unharmed clock time, my peter oozing pre-cum. It 's not too often longer, and you can feel yourself bulge to come. Just at the edge of climax, you slam in one final exam clip, before your pounding ceases. As the climax hits, you fall against my back, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slow nerd that rub your toy against your clit, which push the orgasm harder and faster. I can palpate your heart racing against my spine, discover your grievous and pall external respiration, and actually palpate 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 amazing pressure on me and forcing more pre-cum out of my shaft.

After a moment, you collect yourself. You sit up straight again, but leave your cock 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 finger's breadth. Holding it up, you tell me, `` No one said you could cum yet. But you 'll be able to shortly. '' Finally, you slide your gravid cock from my ass. Running your mitt on it, you admire the warmheartedness it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the suaveness of it from the lubricant and the succus in me. You step off the bed, and undo my leg restraint again. You lodge me back over, laying with my peter facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my pegleg up as they were before, and this prison term you 've put a few pillows under me to nobble my hips up a bit.

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

Laughing, you continue, `` Of grade not. I know how sensitive 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 position yourself, and reach down with a few finger's breadth to feel my asshole. Nothing how unaffixed it is now, and how easily your fingers slide in and out, you decide to try something. Moving forward, you guide your dick 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 leisurely than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your rose hip back and forth, letting near of the dick slide in and out of my ass at will. Your finish here is n't the mad, furious, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as much continued, gruelling pressure sensation on my most sensitive spot as you can, until my cock explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no contact on my putz whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to make me cum as a good deal and knockout as you can, since you have something in mind.

Reaching down to get hold of my cock in your hand, you start grinding a little harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my tool with a business firm grip, slowly working up and down my shaft. You 're loving all the groan of joy coming from me, and the way I 'm actively grinding against you to get more of your toy in me. You notice my respiration getting little and agile, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a night of overrefinement, teasing, and orgasm abnegation. Picking up the pace with your script, your turn to quick pumps of my cock, running your hand down the entirely length of it. You 've also started moving your pecker around to a greater extent, rotating your hips to move it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my turncock, and have intercourse my ass, barreling me closer and closer to an coming. My breath quickens, and you know I 'm close.

'' Beg me to let you cum, buckle down, '' you order.

'' Oh fuck, please Mistress. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my urgent and pleading response, you pick up a jabbing move, angling upwards with your dick so that it hits my spot hard each meter. You 're also furiously pumping at my cock, unrelenting in your quest to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me tense up up tightly, raising my hips up sharply to thrust my cock into your hand. At the Sami metre you hear me utter a `` Oh God, I 'm coming. '' At that moment, you stop thrusting, and clinch your fist around the top of my dick. You can find my cum shooting up through my gumshoe, slowed down by your air pressure, but it 's building. right at the perfect moment, you let go. My cum flies out of my prick with force, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my stomach. 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 massive cargo. My dick continues to erupt and squeeze in your deal, spurting more and more cum out ; it running down your hired hand and landing around my stomach and legs. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My entire consistency is shaking, my hammer sensitive to the touch. And your toy cock is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could feel my hole clench tightly and violently around your toy.

gift me a moment to catch my breath, you resume your legal injury. I have cum everywhere. More than a turgid mouthful. `` My, my. Quite the mess you 've made. We 're going to own to houseclean this up, '' you say observantly.

'' Yes Mistress, I 'll clean it up, '' I say through drive intimation, not aware of your substance.

'' volition you now ? Such a good fiddling pet. I 'm gladiolus you 're offering to cleanse up your pile for me, but I would 've made you do it anyways, '' you tell me. It 's evident to you I still have n't caught on, so you decide to get me learn. There 's passel of cum on your hand that was wrapped around my gumshoe. With the other, you scoop up some of the declamatory drops. Leaning forward, you command me to open my backtalk. I do, expecting the gag, your twat, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your fistful of my cum into my mouth. It takes me a moment to realize what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You stop me by clamping your deal over my mouth. With a clean finger from the other paw, you lift up my blindfold and stare me in the eye with a face of dusty determination.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to make clean up your mess. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to savour not only me, but the taste sensation of your cum, so you can revalue it when I do it. Now, open your oral cavity, and do not do anything with this. '' I glare at you in defiance before giving in reluctantly. I lay back on the pillow, and spread out my mouth ; the short bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your clean house hired hand, and pass over it into my mouth. Reaching back down, you scoop up the final examination role, which is quite a lading in itself. This time, you surprise me, and work it off your script. With a mouthful of my cum now, you close your heart, tasting it, licking your hand clean and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste good, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your rima oris. Leaning down, in from my mouthpiece, you tilt your point so you can verbalise without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't need to traverse you any of this. And it 's your job to clean it up. Here you go. '' With that, you plant your lips on mine, firmly kissing me. With your knife, you feed the repose of my cum to me. I can feel the large encumbrance sitting in my sassing, but I 'm enjoying cuddling you too very much. After kissing me passionately for a few moments, you pull back, licking your sass.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your handwriting that was around my pecker, you put your fingers on my sassing, telling me, `` Now now, be a good piffling strumpet and clean up all of your mess. Lick my fingerbreadth clean. '' I lift my nous up, taking your fingerbreadth in my warm, wet mouth, and use my knife to lick your finger barren of any cum, which is a sensation that sends tingle down your body. Once they are clean, you withdraw them. Looking down at me, you can see I 've got quite a large mouthful of my own cum. Smiling, you tell me the final exam part.

'' Now, you 're almost done. But all that cum needs to go somewhere, '' you playfully taunt. Turning grievous, you look me in the heart. `` With that being said, '' you say in a business firm, no fucking around, tone, `` swallow every last pearl. '' The spirit in my center is zippo but pure disbelief. I shake my head teacher. `` 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 Brobdingnagian, thick load, that it takes me a bit to get it all. `` Now, spread out your mouth and prove your schoolmarm that it 's all gone, like a good picayune bitch. '' I do, and upon seeing an empty mouth, you give off a squeal of delight again, and grab me to kiss me, thrilled at my abasement and obedience.

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

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

'' No, of row not. You 're still my little fuck toy. But now, you get to enjoy my pussy the right way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and straddle me. `` Are you ready ? You know the rules. Make me cum, and do n't you dare suppose of cumming without my permit. If you do, so avail me, I 'll sit right on your face and make you clean it out of me. '' I nod my question in understanding.

At that, you lower yourself down, grabbing my still backbreaking 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 ride your dick. Oops, I mean, MY prick, since I own you now. '' No Sooner are the words out of your mouth, you start sliding up and down my cock, riding it as hard as you can, into the Night ...