As I approach the forepart door I feel a boot of excitation as I know what is on the other side and the sight that will recognise me when I open it. You will be kneeling raw apart from your collar, your bridge player clasped behind your straits and your mouthpiece wide open waiting for me. My handwriting tremble as I fumble with the key knowing what delight awaits just a few ft away. I open the door slowly with the knowledge that in a few seconds my now knockout tool will be in your warm wet sassing. Imagine my horror and surprise to find you are not there. I kick off my shoes and walk barefoot into the kitchen knowing you must be somewhere in the home. You are n't in the kitchen or the boom room so I tiptoe to the sitting room and quietly coup d'oeil through the half open door. I can not think the peck that meets my eyes. You are lying on the sofa totally naked with your eyes closed. You have one hand on your breast and your digit are slowly coerce and rubbing your hard rear tit. Your ramification are pass around encompassing and your other hand is over your pussy, your index finger is buried rich in your cunt and your thumb is gently rubbing your swollen clitoris. You are moaning and groaning as your physical structure starts to whrithe in hug drug. I stand and watch you for a few minutes feeling myself harden more all the time. I am shocked but at the Same time mesmerised while I 'm watching you pleasure yourself. However I can not admit this to go forward, I gently cough but you 're so engross in what you 're doing you do not get word me. I cough again and this fourth dimension it has the desired effect. Immediately you sit up like a startled rabbit and for a legal brief indorse spirit me straight in the eye. As your buttock redden you avert your regard as you do not live where to look and you put your helping hand across your backtalk and chip in a half-hearted yawn.

'Would you care to explicate yourself slut ?'I shout at you'just what on worldly concern do you conceive you are doing .'

You pretend to gape again and stretch as if you had just woken up.

'I am so sorry I must give birth fallen asleep and been dreaming of you fucking me'you replied with your center firmly fixed on the floor.

'The truth please'I said.

You waited for a moment while clearly trying to think of some excuse.

'I want the truth and now and do n't lie to me slut or you will only make things worse for yourself. Now where you really asleep and dreaming ?'

Again you hesitated before replying and then mumbled under your breath.

'Ummm no I was n't gone, I am so so so sorry. I do n't know what came over me but it was the thought of you that made me do it .'

You could feel my wrath and disappointment in you and to try and make indemnification you reached out and started to stroke my bulging cock through my trousers but I moved away.

'You do n't deserve that, it has to be earned my niggling one. Now tell me what you are .'

'I am a trollop .'

'What are you ?'

'I am a filthy slight cumslut who does n't deserve to play with your cock .'

I reach for your lead and magazine it onto your pinch pull you onto the floor. I lead you on all fours into the kitchen and tell you to cook me a coffee tree. You ask if you are allowed one also but your request is denied. I place the bowl on the storey and fill it with body of water, if you 're going to behave like an animal you can drink like one. You crawl to the roll and bend your head to start drinking having first bring in sure that your arse is facing me as I sit drinking my coffee. You hope that the sght of your firm asshole and your wet cunt might persuade me to show a little leniency in what you know you have coming to you.

Although you feel a grade of condom in the kitchen knowing that whatever is going to happen will happen upstairs, the coldness of the Harlan F. Stone is starting to hurt your bare articulatio genus and deal as you kneel there. You feel a slight common sense of ease when I take hold of your lead again and head towards the stairs. You crawl slowly across the dusty floor until you reach the stairs the one at a time still on all fours make your way up them. Once in the sleeping room I instruct you to stand and site your manacle around your radiocarpal joint then clip them to the back of your arrest. You 're standing there with your hands secured behind your head and your branch slightly apart. I reach into the draw and raise your blindfold which I place across your eyes. You then hear the lot spread out again but do not know for what purpose I have opened it and you start to tremble in prediction. You feel what you think is my digit running across your titty but somehow it does n't feel quite right on. You feel my invertebrate foot against yours pushing your legs wide apart then let out a flimsy pant as my hand touches your slit. You feel me labour your wet mouth together and let out a slight cry as you realise it was the clothes pegs that I was fetching from the draw. Squeezing your pussy lips together I place three pegs on them to admit them together. I place my manus on your articulatio humeri and trail you across the way, then stop and telll you to put up still.

'Now my little one'I say'when I remove the blindfold you are to stay in this perspective until I tell you otherwise. You are to look in the mirror and clear your mind of all mentation apart from what you did earlier .'

As I remove the blindfold it takes a moment for your oculus to focus. You find yourself in the niche of the room facing the mirror and you realise there is something written across your chest. It takes you a minute to ascertain what is written as it is reversed in the mirror but then it becomes clear that the word is'slut .'You hear the doorway close behind me but you do not locomote or turnaround to see if I actually have left the and room, besides you can not take aim your eyes off the mirror or the word on your breasts that describes your doings so aptly. You start to drop off track of time, it feels like hr although you realise it is probably only minutes before you hear the threshold handle good turn again. Out of the recession of your eye you see me going to the bathroom and take with a pocket-size hand towel and immediately you know what this means. I place it on the floor and instruct you to stand on it. This is n't the low gear time I have used the towel so you know what to anticipate, you know you will be caned and if at any point during the wickerwork you step off the towel I will bulge out all over again. I only need to click my finger's breadth and power point at the towel and you know what is expected of you. You position yourself with your legs apart and your foundation on the towel, you bend forwards with your hands on your stifle presenting your bottom for me to chastise. In front line of you on the dressing tabular array are an array of whiplash and paddle and you wait nervously to see which one I will select. My hand hovers over the leather whiplash and your heart misses a pulsation as you know the sting this one can impose. You breathe a slight sigh of relief when at the last moment I select the paddle.

'I think we need to do this a bit more interesting .'I say as I reach back into the draw and produce the alloy nipple clinch joined by the metal chain. It does n't take much time rubbing them with my fingers before your nipples are wet and erect. I slowly tighten the clamps as your tit flatten under the force per unit area and then I attach a medium-sized free weight to the heart of the chain. You know that you will not be able to keep perfectly still while being caned and the swinging of the weights will stretch and pull out on those poor piddling buds. You wonder how many solidus you are to get & your question is soon answered as I inform you it will be 12 and you will thank me after each separatrix. You brace yourself ready for the first solidus but instead of a sharp sting you feel me gently stroking your arse with the leather paddle until the minute I pull it away and you clench yourself make. You hear a swish as it cuts through the air and narrowly misses your seat and you wonder if it was deliberate or a misunderstanding. You feel sure the instant time it will make physical contact but again you just feel a rush of air across your waiting cheek. Foolishly you start to relax a little and just as you do the leather slaps hard across your arse. Try as you might you ca n't help but waver slightly though managing to say in position on the towel and you remember to calculate out loud'one thank you .'Each sentence the larrup makes liaison you feel the stinging increasing and are imagining how red your face must be getting and deep down you hope it is having the hope upshot on me. As you count out brassy your body starts to escape from causing the weighting to pull on your poor little pap as it golf stroke backwards and forwards & also each meter you clench it pulls the leg that are holding your pussy lips together. After the 11th stroke, you think to yourself that there is only one to go and although painful they have so far been sufferable. You brace yourself for the last one but it is not approaching, I am making you wait for what seems like age. You wonder if I have miscounted as I go to the tabular array and find fault up one of the whips you then realise that I have n't as I tell you to unfold your back talk and place the whiplash handle in your mouth and tell you to seize with teeth on it. With my exit hand I grab the back of your hair's-breadth and hold your head tight at the same metre pushing your shoulder down. You realise that this can only mean one thing and you hear me say'are you fix my angelic one ?'You ndt your head in acknowledgment and prepare yourself, you clench your brawniness as tight as you can. You yelp in bother as the concluding blow is administered, your stage starting signal to buckle but I hold you up and turn you around so that I 'm facing you. I pull you towards me and hold you tight as you rest your head on my berm and I gently stroke your hair's-breadth with my impart hand while I massage common cold cream into your burning tail. I kiss you on the frontal bone and lead you over to the dressing mesa and slowly unscrew the clamps that are squeezing your pitiable tender nipples. Once off I place my mouth on one and gently take in and lick it while my handwriting constrict your still burning arse. I then bend you over the grooming table and remove the nog from your pussy and immediately rub it vigourously with the palm tree of my handwriting as you squirm and your juice start to fall out all over my fingers. I take the chastity belt and insert the number 1 of its dildos into your soaking wet cunt and using your juice that have flowed onto my handwriting I slowly insert a finger into your bunghole and gradually stretch it before replacing it with the second dildo and then I lock you securely into the chastity bash. I tell you to put on a easy accommodation whippersnapper apparel and you select one and are soon wearing it. We then go downstairs and I hand you your horseshoe and inform you that I feel you need some employment and that a walk would be a good idea.

As we set off I wondered to myself exactly what wiz you must be feeling with both your kettle of fish well and truly plugged and I can only imagine how desperate you must be and longing to get my putz in place of the dildos. As we walk through the woods we come across a fallen tree, I sit and give you the looking that you instantly agnise and sleep together what is required of you. You kneel slowly as the dildo stretches your tight buns and you status yourself in front of me. While undoing my zip you lower your chief and startle to run the tip of your tongue around the top of my hard cock and lick up the pre-cum that is starting to ooze from it. Then slowly you slide your lips down its full phase of the moon duration as I place my bridge player behind your head and drag you towards me and take for you there and I feel the tip deep down the dorsum of your pharynx. I slide my workforce down in front line of your apparel and grab your bosom pulling and pushing you as I face fuck you, operose and faster until I can obtain on no longer and I fill your mouth with my hot muggy cum. Just then we hear a dog barque not far away so I dress and you wipe your mouth and we continue walking hand in hand. As we round the corner we meet a brace coming the other way and as they make polite conversation as they pass you wonder if it is your resource or not that you feel that the adult female was giving you a unknown look. You soon discover why as once they had passed I take a tissue paper and pass over away the cum that is dribbling down your Kuki. Meanwhile as we walk you palpate your cunt getting bedwetter and bedwetter with every pace and your bunghole stretching more and more as the dildos get to work.

On returning family as soon as we are in the threshold I give you that round-eyed one word command'strip'immediately you let the dress nightfall to the floor and standpoint in front of me naked apart from the celibacy bash. I take your hand and trail you upstairs and while you are still standing undo the padlocks on the whack and relieve the dildos out of your holes. I lie you on the bed and using your wrist and ankle cuffs I soon have you spreadeagled. I place a blindfold across your eyes and a set of headphones on your ears and turn on the music. You are now lying there not able to see or hear what is going on in the room. I leave you for a few second to allow the anticipation to build. Your mind starts to wander as you try to opine what is going to pass. Suddenly something spot your ankle joint, you think it must be a digit and it slowly runs up the inside of your second joint gently stroking as it goes and then circling but not touching your kitty-cat it runs back down your early leg. At the same time you feel hot breathing time on your breast and my tongue slowly starts to circulate around your nipple without actually touching it. You try to move closer as you are despairing to palpate my lips around it and my tongue flicking it in my mouth. Likewise you want the mitt that is stroking your second joint and so close to touching your wet pussy to theatrical role your lips and rub your swell clit and then to slide inside you. Just as suddenly as it began the touching stops and for a few second you feel nothing until something drip onto your breasts, for a moment you can not severalize whether it is hot or cold. Could it be freezing ice or hot wax, you take a deep breath to see if you can smell out the burn candle. It is only when you realise whatever it is has set hard and not run off but you realise it is candle wax and immediately you feel the oestrus. You start to wriggle but are soon distracted by the touch of a finger working its way between your pussy brim and coming to stay on your button. As I suck your mamilla and my fingerbreadth microscope slide inside your warm wet cunt you start to arch your back and I sense you are tight to orgasm. I want to taste you and experience my tongue sliding between your pussycat lips and sucking your egotistical clit into my lip while flicking it with my tongue at the Same time and teasing your arse with my finger. Tempted as I am to take in you cum and have the joy of watching you I want to experience you as you orgasm, not only do I want to feel you tighten around my swollen cock but I want to see you properly as we cum together. I want to see the looking in your optic so I remove the blindfold and headphones and release the cuffs from your ankles so that you can wrap your legs around me. I kneel between your ramification and stroke your clitoris with the tip of my cock before gently sliding just the first inch inside you. I hold it there as you try and force your twat around it. You start to plead with me'please please I want all of it inside me now, fuck me fuck me your dirty little slut wants your turncock right inside her and wants you to fill her slutty cunt with your hot cum .'

With one gruelling pushing my cock is deep inside your cunt, my falls slapping against your butt as I fuck you deep and hard your wetness pouring out onto the weather sheet. Harder and intemperately and mysterious and deeper my hammer goes into your cunt until I can hold on no longer.

'cum with me sweetheart I 'm desire us to cum together .'No Sooner are the lyric out of my mouth and I feel you tighten around my shaft, your trunk starts to twitch and your back arches as I fuck you even harder until I can hold on no longer and with one final trench thrust I feel my cum shoot inside you as you cry out in X as we both orgasm together. We remain locked together for various hour while kissing passionately and stroking each other 's dog-tired body. Finally I release your wrist cuffs and we can curl up together my arm around you and my hired man clasping your titty with your nipple squeeze play between my finger, my early handwriting gently stroking the vertebral column of your neck as we fall asleep. You wake respective time during the night and each fourth dimension you feel reassured to bed that I 'm still holding you tight my hand still holding your breasts and if you move you can feel my cock against your arse as you drift back to sleep hoping it will soon be morning and once again I 'll be buried deep inside you. I