smooth, and darkness. Those are the lonesome things I can smell right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands bound behind my back, blindfold over my eyes. Have n't heard much of a sound since you put me like this and told me to await, quietly. Soon I hear the soft footsteps 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 surprise only to have it met with your deal across my mouth and a harder, stinging bite on my neck opening. I feel your mitt running down my breast and your chest on my back as you run your tongue up to my ear, giving it a diffuse kiss before whispering to me.

'' You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be secure and obey and you 'll enjoy it. I promise you an orgasm that you 'll sense for days. Fight me, and you will rue it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your words are playful and soft, but I can sense the rump tone behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

'' Good boy. '' I barely have clock time to fathom what might be in store for me later before I feel something warm and wet being pushed into my grimace.

'' open up your backtalk, '' you order. My sassing opens slowly and is instantly full of your already moist cunt. I slip my spit 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 squeamish 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. ''

lease these run-in roil around in my head apparently becomes noticeable to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's right, pet. I 'm going to sleep together your ass. I 'm going to slip my purple cock into your tight petty ass, and quid you until you 're infirm. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that actualization sinks in, I evidently get distracted and lose nidus on my oral exam duties, to your displeasure. You make this fact brighten to me with a pinch to my mamilla. Faced with the idea of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my clapper and lips. With every passing play secondment, as my clapper slips all over you, I can sense you getting fuddled and wetter. The soft moan, and quick pant of air I can take heed escaping your rim tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few minutes of this, you stop me. You do n't say anything to me, but you were stopping point to coming, and started to get weak in the knee. `` Lean forward, put your brass on the bed, '' you tell me. I lour myself down, burying my face on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my peg. I can hear you moving around, and suddenly sense something inhuman and slick slip between my ass buttock. It takes a second before I realize that it 's your lubed up fingerbreadth. I can sense you tracing around my knit kettle of fish, making the sphere around it as wet and greased as you can. My heavy respiration of prospect gets big as you slip your finger's breadth inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and hold my breath, expecting to find your toy coast up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that prison term yet. This is just to help loosen you up. '' I relax as your finger retreat 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 deem my pelvic arch in blank space and in one quiet motion, squeeze the aim in me. `` There we are. Let 's see how you like this, '' you tease as you run your nails across my ass, smirking at the lines you leave. Lost in thought at the wonderful tactile sensation of your nails, and trying to come to terms with the intruder in my ass, I 'm jarred from this train of thought abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the oscillation on the bullet train to full, without warning. Initially tense, I start to give in to how pleasurable the sensations are ; squirming and rocking slightly, slender moans escaping from my lips. Pleased with my chemical reaction, you decide to act a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my back, and lean toward my posterior. Taking the cord in your bridge player, 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 little harder until just the very edge of the toy is poking out of my ass. ineffective to fight against the intense esthesis rolling across my body from this, I tense up, my butt apparently hungry to have the toy back in me. Unfortunately, it slips out. `` Bad boy, '' you chide. `` If you ca n't dally with your toys correctly, then we wo n't ingest them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those words, you kneel behind me again. This time, you push the bullet back in me, following it with your fingers and jamming it as thick as you can. `` There ... .Now it should be rubber in there. '' I 'm already panting and squirming at what 's going on, but you take it up a notch by flicking your lingua across my shivering asshole. This sends me wild and a labored `` Oh, God yes '' safety valve my lip.

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

'' Oh, yes, '' I reply, instantly regretting my mistake. Your quick swat across my ass reminds me of my errant cutting of the glossa.

'' I mean, yes, mistress. ``

'' Very dependable. '' Keeping up with making me throb in delight with your natural language, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my legs and stroking my tool. I can not process all these overwhelming wiz happening to the most raw parts of my body, all at one prison term and rapidly feel an orgasm building. After a few Sir Thomas More present moment of this, I 'm on the wand. I can barely moderate back. The heavy, throbbing quiver deep in my ass, the warm wetness of your tongue on my whoreson, and the soft squeezing of your deal around my cock are all contributing to what I can tell is going to be a massive climax. My respiration quickens and I start to tense up, feeling the sexual climax coming from deep within me. Sensing I 'm about to cum, you stop immediately.

'' Oh, no you do n't. You do not get to cum before me. '' I whimper at being denied release and am met with a cold `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me short. `` You 've had muckle of pleasure, now it 's my bit. Up on the bed, on your back, and spread, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You break me long enough to unmake the handlock holding my arms together behind me, then push me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to position myself in the heart, and unfold my arms and stage as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the bullet deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only differentiate 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 edge as you can. I try to incite an arm, but do n't get more than an inch, if that. And I ca n't travel my branch around at all. You lower yourself down on me, sitting just in front line of my raging hard-on. Leaning over to snog me, you run one hand across my bureau as the other slip between your legs to play with my dick again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my cock when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the favor by nipping at my ear and sinking your teeth and lips into my neck, your hired hand never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can tell you grab something from off the bed. The next thing I 'm mindful of is a leg on either side of my promontory, from you kneeling over me. The only intellect I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly pull your knees close, effectively locking my headway in place. Without warning, you drop down the repose of the way until you 're covering my grimace between my eye and Chin with your delicious pussy. The sudden warmth and wetness smothering me jolt me for a second, but I quickly reclaim and eagerly slip my glossa 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 fingerbreadth through my whisker and grabbing handfuls with each dainty ripple of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my lip, and soaking my typeface. The taste of you, and the warm flavor of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more strong-growing. I nip playfully at your lips, and silently grin at the shudder and pant you emit when I take your clit between my tooth lightly. The star ripping through your dead body, racing at break-neck speeds are making your hide crawl, and your trunk shake, taking you to edge, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to combat this.

Stopping your grinding against my face momentarily, and having to agitate 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 other, and are rubbing it around on your most raw sphere, picking up your slow back and forth movement against me. Thoroughly loving the sounds you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the instant. 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 turn back, '' you chide. Focused back on the task at hand, I go back to arousing you with my lingua, now working in bicycle-built-for-two with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the sensation of being deprived of my common sense and feeling the dual quiver of the bullet in me and your vibe in cheeseparing proximity to my font, or the enticing flavor and taste perception of your dripping wet twat, or the electric automobile star of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to lose focal point and any conscious thought as I lose myself in you, and you start to feel the orgasm building and creeping down your pricker.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not very much longer, as you can barely hang on lots longsighted. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and tighten up. Your breathing space catching in your throat, your skin electrical with heightened sensation. Finally, you feel it coming. The only cue I get to you being so close to the boundary are some subtle cue. The strength and force by which your free hand is grabbing handfuls of my hair. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your knees squeezing tighter and tighter against my pass. Not certainly what to do, I just keep licking and massaging with my lingua. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and assume up, and the world-class gush of fluid splashes into my backtalk, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a indorse to regain my composure, and I go back to work with my mouthpiece. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the orgasm rocketing all over your torso, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One hand holding your toy in seat on your now swollen and raw clit, the early rubbing your pussy with fervor, sending succus all over the place ; splashing against your body, spraying all over my face, running down my buttock and chin, down my neck. This continues for a few More moments, effectively soaking my font and arm, and coating the inside of your thighs. Settling back on my breast, you collapse forward, resting your head just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through labored breathing spell. I can carry off nothing more than than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your white meat is smothering my oral cavity. `` Mmmmm, good. You 've no idea how amazing that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you survey the damage. Everything from my implements of war, down to my breast, is literally drip, coated in your juices. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My low stack is your even out face, a Light Within, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the part I 've been attending to for the last while. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, succus still seeping out slowly. I can feel a drop running down the outside of my lips, and I quickly dart my tongue out to grab it, as you taste phenomenal.

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

'' Yes mistress, '' I reply, the stinging of my nipple still fresh in my idea. You lean down slowly and lightly run your tongue along my brim, lapping up the remaining juice, as if to sample yourself. You bite down on your scurvy lip, seemingly savoring the preference.

'' I really do taste good. Now I see why you kept at it. You wanted more. You could n't get enough of it. '' All of this said through a knowing smiling on your boldness. `` fountainhead do n't concern, you 're about to get much more. And since I tasted myself and liked it, maybe I 'll have you taste yourself later, '' you declare, sort of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and walk to the end. You uncuff my ankles and secernate me to raise my legs up. I comply, and you take the handlock around my ankle, and using extend straps, you connect them to the strap binding my wrists. This keeps my branch up and back, but allows me to change position slightly if they get fatigued. You reach down past the end of the bed, grabbing things I ca n't see. Keeping them from my scene, you climb back over me. However, this time your peg are on opposite sides as you squat down over my case again, burying my side in your pussy again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

Lying stomach to stomach, you reach toward the bottom of the bed for one of the particular you grabbed earlier. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my side, you grab my hammer in your hand again. Keeping your adhesive friction firm and tight, so as to prevent me from getting severe, you slip a couple rings on me. One around the basis of my balls, two crocked ones around the cornerstone of my shaft ; designed to keep back me hard and prolong me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your kitty-cat just outside my mouth, and say one affair to me before burying my oral fissure between your leg again. `` Relax and enjoy this, and no issue what, do not intercept with your mouth. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my spit, you refocus your aid to my lower one-half, still stroking my hardening cock. With your free hired hand, you crack spread a feeding bottle of lubricator and pour a small amount on the headspring of my cock. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again ; your intention being to get me as hard as you can, as the rings take effect and hold on me rigid for you to play with. You wipe up the surplusage lubricator with your still disembarrass hand, and slowly trace your finger down, between my cheeks, and start rubbing it in a circle around my pickle. Wanting to play and explore More, you finally pull the still-vibrating bullet from deep in my ass. You slip in two fingers as far as you can go, and set out rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the walls.

Noticing me starting to squirm in chemical reaction, you take it to the next floor and take my cock in your mouth. Slowly, you slide your sassing down my shaft, bit by bit, until you reach the bum. Your mouth tightens around it, and at the like time, you push your digit into my kettle of fish as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your tongue along the side, making me feel every bit of the wild wizard. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your tongue ; your hand now running a firm grip up and down. You start to arrive at a calendar method now.

One hand tightly wrapped around my throbbing cock, working its way up and down. The other exploring my ass as deeply and receptive as it will go. Your warm, wet rima oris running in bicycle-built-for-two with the hand on my peter ; all while grinding your hips back into my aspect, burying me in your slit. Staying at this rate, 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. digit, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to stretch me out, and deal still pumping madly away at my dick, you turn back to look at me, moving your hip away to take a crap eye contact, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To stress your pointedness, you push your digit in deeper and bite the head of my dick. My strangle cry and back arching LET you know your point was made.

turn back to working, you finally, slowly polish off all but one finger from within me. `` You 're starting to loosen up, my pet. But we still need a little Sir Thomas 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 easily on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and grab a set of anal retentive beads, as well as the lube again. Holding the beads in one hired hand, you generously apply lubricator to it. Using two fingers to spread my cheeks open enough, you guide the pearl toward my ass. As soon as the low gear low astragal button through and into me, my torso jerks and I clench shut. This denies you the power to recreate and you smack me hard on the thigh, backed by an"Open up !"mastery. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you access again. You push the secondly beading in quickly, not giving me time to align to it. Again my body twitches at the unexpected intruder."If you can accept all the astragal in at once, and not crusade it, you'll get rewarded after I've had my fun. But…don't forget, each beading gets magnanimous,"you taunt, popping in the third one.

For the next few beads, you deliberately take your clock time forcing them in, making my hole expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual amusement. Reaching the conclusion 4 beads, the handsome ones, you pause briefly. After taking my cock tightly in your hand again, you rapidly shove the final four beadwork into me. The sudden press and wiz of something firmly hitting that spiritualist smear makes my hawkshaw twitch out of control in your hand. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the entire strand in, rotating it so the musket ball keep rubbing up against the sides, and driving me wild. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your brim around my hammer, picking back up the rhythmic motions from earlier.

Your goal 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 risky ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your hips back into my case harder and harder, loving the feeling of my knife caressing your most sensitive areas. It's turning you on more and more, and getting you incredibly wet again, while also serving to put you on the course to getting off again. Starting to peck up your tread again with your mouth and hired hand, you also start rapidly sliding the entire strand of beads in and out of me, at alternating hurrying, 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 monumental, brilliant climax. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and end suddenly, denying me a release. You finally bump off the beads from within me, and ski lift yourself up off of me, standing next to the bed.

'' Just about that time, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your pie-eyed little ass mercilessly until you 're loose and watery in the human knee ? Because that 's coming. Hope you 're set up, '' you taunt. Not letting me move an inch, you decide to give yourself a piddling spry pleasure and not let me relax or tighten up up. You grab the full black cock jade, and lube it sufficiency to slide home. Reaching back down to spread my face, you line of work it up with my pucker hole.

'' deem your breathing space, '' you whisper, before beginning to push it in to me. The swollen and bulgy head is the tough part to get in. I start to push back and clench up, fighting you, but you only pin my leg down, and push harder. Does n't ingest much more than, and with a tenuous pop, my ass swallows the head. I let out a cold-shoulder groan of uncomfortableness, and start squirming in protest.

'' Honey, you better get used to it. My cock is braggart and thicker than this, and wo n't be as gentle. Plus one day I might need to get my entire helping hand up there ... '' You can listen me react to that statement, and use it to slip the rest of the toy in me, the bound snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another time, '' you say with an boundary of tease. `` For now, we 're going to keep you loose and push you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in place when my hole is tight around it 's slurred head, 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 script around my still mostly hard and throbbing cock, squeezing it tight. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my dick against the rings. You bring yourself around, running your hand up and down my jibe faster and tightening your traction. Your tongue flicks lightly against the promontory, making me chute each time. My peg are twitching and shakiness, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your paw, but only so you can wrap your lips around my dick and preserve to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this dot, it 's not hard for you to tell when I 'm just about to the point of coming, so after keeping up your teasing, you start to notice me hitting that breaker point. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my hips put forward up to meet your back talk, and my cock commencement to swell, you suddenly stop completely, with zilch to a greater extent than an extremely tight bobby pin at the root word and around my balls to forbid me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an orgasm I so desperately want, you remind of the rules. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not quick to let you yet, my niggling cum adulteress. I just wanted you to receive a small joy before what happens next, because you might not enjoy it. Though I know I will, '' you declare.

"I think you're finally fix,"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 large, thick-skulled, ribbed, purple, 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 slither my toy into me easily, you would get the same courtesy. Now, your job since we've started was to micturate me as wet as possible, so that my toy went in with no way out. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your incline by the head, you start to lead it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only watch. I notice that your pussy is clearly swell and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was office of your plan ; to piss me helplessly watch in anxious Hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the start it slips in without outcome. However, much to my despair, as soon as you meet the ridges on it, it starts to meet resistor. I can you see you trying to force grueling to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the whole thing 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 point again, this time putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your next move."fountainhead, you get prosperous, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the grueling thing to get in, but it did crusade cover at some tip. Apparently you can't even get a purulent wet correctly. Such a ridiculous 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 react, you grab my point by the hair in one helping hand, and your toy in the other, and leap forward, forcing your toy into my mouth. Not relenting, you push forward with your hips, and pull in my brain 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 handle on my headland and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the fuck ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your pecker back in.

"I never said you could blab out,"you command."I told you, you're going to con how to use your mouth to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my slit, so you're going to learn the grueling way : Do it to my cock before I put it in your ass. Keep fighting, and it's the solely lube you're going to get."To drive your point home, you reach back and convolute one of my nipples as hard as you can, and at the Saame fourth dimension, you push more of your toy into my sass, to where I can experience it hitting the vertebral column of my throat.

"Do you fucking understand me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my headland in frustration and acceptance."Good boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly medium nipple, you take my drumhead in both workforce, and pull slowly back, until just the head is resting on my brim. You linger there a instant, then pull my head forward as far as you can. This slides my lips an inch or so down the shaft, which isn't upright enough. You let me have a go at it with a,"This full thing is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to take to do better if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't get my headspring any further down on it, you ease your body forward again, watching in delight as my mouth slide down the shaft, bit by bit. You stop when it's gone as far as it will easily.

At that, you pull your hips back again, pulling it all the way out of my mouthpiece. After a second, you jump forward again ; thrusting your fake cock back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your pelvic arch back and forth, getting wet at the hatful of your imperial toy sliding and out of my mouth, completely against my will. Not to refer the fact that every time you hit the dorsum of my throat, your side of the toy pushes into you, and rubs against your button. There's also the fact that you're creating a suction with my sass, which causes your toy to gently slip one's mind in and out of you, each fourth dimension it does the like thing in my sass. Naturally, this starts to get you hotter and wetter. Because of this, you start going faster and faster, and pushing harder, which forces it further down my throat. Lost in your own humans, enjoying both the sensations, and the panorama of my lips tightly wrapped around your toy, you ignore my whimpering and moaning as you invade me further ; your trunk picking up an almost wave-like motion.

It's not long before you start to feel the all too familiar sense 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 posting you've forced almost the entire toy in my mouthpiece, with my nozzle lupus erythematosus than an inch from your venter. 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 next to my ear, and bug me by telling me,"You're just a undecomposed little cunt. I'm very proud of you, but I want to see if you can hold it all the way down. I want your olfactory organ against my belly, is that understood my pet ?"I hesitate a indorsement, before acknowledging your asking. You show how thrilled you are with a soft groan, and plant a taunting buss on my buttock.

Sitting back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is less space between you and my mouth. Without asking if I'm ready, you place the tip at my lips again, and lift my principal slightly up so the head of your toy microscope slide in my lips. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with determination. You reach the for the first time wall, and with a snappy"Open !"you see my mouth surface wider, allowing to drive the interloper in further. Next you feel your toy cock hit the back of my pharynx, but you're not letting that stop you. Rising up on your knees a picayune, you start using your body weight to campaign, and after a few readjustment of my jaw, you feel my pharynx give way, and your pecker 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 moment, you pull all the way out. I barely get a hazard to catch a hint, 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 stifle, 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 body fall back down again, driving it back down until it bottoms out. You repeat this over and over."If I can subscribe 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 transactions of this, you're live up to that I can involve all of your cock down my throat with no upshot, and rip yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to catch my breath, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my buttock, and snaffle the gag from the chair."That's the finally fourth dimension you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my head again, you force the musket ball gag into my backtalk, and secure it tightly around my promontory. Now tied up, blindfolded, and gagged, I am left completely to your will and can not do anything about it. Enjoying the muteness now, you let out a quiet sigh, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your next undertaking.

Disconnecting one of my leg simpleness, you society me to flip over, on my tummy. I comply, and bankroll over ; the restraints around my carpus tightening. Once over, you restrain my destitute 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 little bit of lube, and even though you have fought back, I'll keep my promise. Besides…. With as grueling as I'm going to lie with you, you're going to need it,"you tease. You swipe up a picayune lube on two of your fingers, and push them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a third fingerbreadth to make surely the entrance to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingers, you take your toy in your hired man, and constrict a adequate amount of lubricating substance down onto it. Catching the excess in your paw, you wrap your fingerbreadth around the shaft, and work your manus up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lubricating substance down, and put yourself in view behind me, the tip of your dick hovering just above my ass.

propensity forward to whisper in my ear, your toy settee in between my cheeks. Biting my ear playfully, you whisper a dubiousness to me.

"Are you prepare ?"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 answer, I respond,"For you to fuck me Mistress."

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

I'm quiet for a bit before you hear my response."Please Mistress, fuck me."

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

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

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

Holding your toy in your helping hand, you guide it towards my now lubed up, loose and waiting hole. You trace a roach around the opening with the head to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the headland into my ass. The vellication of my legs and clenching of my ass, mixed with a quiet sigh, order you that it was a mix of delight and pain, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at first. Able to draw it in without your manpower now, you pull my ass apart so you can learn your cock playground slide into my ass. Putting your weight behind it as you did above me before, you apply pressure and the turncock starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the bottom ; your soundbox pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy rest there for a hour, making my ass reach around it and lodge it. Very slowly, you start inching yourself back out so I feel every hump and rib of your toy tool, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the head still in. Not waiting, or taking it easily this clock time, you quickly thrust the full slam all the way in, slamming into me. I cry out from the gag. Without any mercy, you pull out and shove fully back in again. Now that you know how loose I am, you take your mellifluous time, getting the inside of me slick with lube. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lube to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're satisfied that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my stiff hollow is now lot loose for your enjoyment, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a soft moan from me.

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

'' Tsk, tsk, '' is all I hear from you. I can feel you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your dick against my ass a few clock time. `` You did n't observe program line. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the straits of your pecker back into my ass, then grab my hip. 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 easy with me anymore. Fully cognisant that I can easily deal it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my hip joint for sum clench, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can carry off. Our organic structure slapping together at the force makes an audible noise, but you do n't slow down. You 're enjoying every s of watching my ass bounce from each hard stab 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 hard and fast in tax return, which is aided by a pocket-size vibrator you secured to tease your clit. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; intemperately and long knife thrust, making sure your torso slams rest home flat against me every time. You have no intention of letting up any prison term soon, smiling to yourself at my cries of joy and delectation, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's in good order, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. Keep making those haphazardness. If I ca n't see 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 snaffle my cock, which was been swinging back and Forth from your backbreaking fucking. You push the rings around it back up tightly, as you do n't want me coming just yet, and pass on it a few slow and firm strokes, just to labour me that much secretive and tease me that much to a greater extent. Leaning forward, you place both paw on my shoulders, while pulling your hips back. You lean as close to my ear as you can.

'' Now it 's your option how I give it to you. You have options. Which will it be ? 'Fuck me libertine, have it off me bass, or have it away me harder .'Those are your options, so choose, '' you tell me quietly. I hesitate, not indisputable what to say. `` Choose, '' you bark. `` Choose or I 'll choose for you, and you 're not going to like it. ''

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

You think for a second. `` 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 berm tightly, you pull me back quickly onto your toy cock. In this new situation, you 're able to go mystifying than before, and you take advantage of it. You do n't stop furiously pounding away at me, but now you 're also pushing more when your hip joint hit my ass to drive your toy in to me as far and as abstruse as you can. The harder and faster you British pound, the more than I can feel the rolling waving of an orgasm construction, 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 feel your body depart to tense up, an awful climax building. The closer you get, it seems like you find extra geared wheel in the speed and power of your thrust, because as you get cheeseparing 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 pleasure. Thrusting in and out. Long, deep volley of motion. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your cock is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so operose that your body is flower against mine. Every so often, your cock slips out, but that does n't discontinue you pounding away at me, as you force yourself forward again, and your foresightful, thick purple toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no ohmic resistance or effort.

You carry on like this for some meter, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the force of the intense orgasm building inside you. The magnificent pain in the neck, pleasure, and pressure genius I feel against my most tender spot are making me weak in the knees, and my entire body is tiring from handling the force of your ass-fucking, making me lour myself down on my elbows for support ; the entirely time, my dick oozing pre-cum. It 's not too very much yearner, and you can feel yourself get to amount. Just at the edge of climax, you slam in one last time, before your pound ceases. As the coming hits, you fall against my back, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slow grinds that rub your toy against your clitoris, which push the orgasm harder and faster. I can find your inwardness racing against my back, get wind your arduous and tire breathing, and actually find 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 dumbfound pressure on me and forcing more than pre-cum out of my tool.

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 bridge player. With your fingertip, you rub it against the head, 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 capable to shortly. '' Finally, you slide your large pecker from my ass. Running your hand on it, you admire the passion it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the fluency of it from the lube and the juices in me. You step off the bed, and undo my leg restraint again. You fiat me back over, laying with my dick 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 lift 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 gags removal. `` 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 course not. I know how sensitive that little maculation in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to make you cum so punishing, you ca n't take the air. '' With that, you stance yourself, and reach down with a few fingers to feel my prick. null how idle it is now, and how easily your fingers slide in and out, you decide to try something. Moving forward, you guide your stopcock hands-free toward my ass, and smile gleefully as my ass hungrily accepts it, and it slips right in to the hilt with ease. `` This will be easy than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your rosehip back and forth, letting most of the dick microscope 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 practically continued, laboured pressure on my most sensitive place as you can, until my cock explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no link on my peter whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to wee-wee me cum as a lot and hard as you can, since you have something in mind.

Reaching down to lead my cock in your script, you start grinding a little harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my peter with a business firm grip, slowly working up and down my shaft. You 're loving all the moans of pleasure coming from me, and the way I 'm actively grinding against you to get More of your toy in me. You notice my breathing getting brusque and quicker, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a night of torture, tease, and orgasm denial. Picking up the stride with your helping hand, your turn to quick pump of my cock, running your hired man down the all length of it. You 've also started moving your putz around Thomas More, rotating your hips to move it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my cock, and fuck my ass, barreling me nearer and nigh to an coming. My breath quickens, and you know I 'm close.

'' Beg me to let you cum, break one's back, '' you order.

'' Oh roll in the hay, please kept woman. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my urgent and pleading answer, you pick up a thrusting apparent movement, angling upwards with your shaft so that it hits my billet hard each prison term. You 're also furiously pumping at my hammer, unrelenting in your quest to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me tense up tightly, raising my hips up sharply to hurtle my cock into your deal. At the Lapplander prison term you hear me utter a `` Oh God, I 'm coming. '' At that moment, you stop thrusting, and clench your fist around the top of my shaft. You can palpate my cum shooting up through my gumshoe, slowed down by your pressure, but it 's building. right field at the perfect 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 daytime since I 'd cum last, and you 'd been toying with me all night, it 's nothing short of a massive load. My hawkshaw continues to erupt and twitch in your hand, spurting more and more cum out ; it running down your hand and landing around my stomach and ramification. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My stallion consistence is shaking, my cock sensitive to the tactile sensation. And your toy prick is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could experience my hole clench tightly and violently around your toy.

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

'' Yes schoolmarm, I 'll strip it up, '' I say through grind breaths, not aware of your meaning.

'' Will you now ? Such a good little pet. I 'm glad you 're offering to clean up your lot for me, but I would 've made you do it anyways, '' you tell me. It 's apparent to you I still have n't caught on, so you decide to form me learn. There 's good deal of cum on your hand that was wrapped around my dick. With the other, you scoop up some of the gravid drops. Leaning forward, you command me to open up my oral fissure. I do, expecting the gag, your twat, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your smattering of my cum into my mouth. It takes me a present moment to realize what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You blockade me by clamping your helping hand over my lip. With a cleanse finger from the former script, 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 houseclean up your quite a little. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to taste not only me, but the mouthful of your cum, so you can appreciate it when I do it. Now, open your lip, and do not do anything with this. '' I glare at you in defiance before giving in reluctantly. I lay back on the pillow, and afford my mouth ; the little bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your clean hand, and pass over it into my mouth. Reaching back down, you scoop up the final parts, which is quite a shipment in itself. This time, you surprise me, and lap up it off your hand. With a taste of my cum now, you close your center, 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, column inch from my back talk, you tilt your head so you can speak without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't want to deny 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 tongue, you feed the rest of my cum to me. I can feel the large load sitting in my mouth, but I 'm enjoying kissing you too practically. After kissing me passionately for a few instant, you pull back, licking your lips.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your hand that was around my peter, you put your fingerbreadth on my mouth, telling me, `` Now now, be a good little trollop and clean up all of your mess. Lick my finger clean. '' I lift my head up, taking your digit in my warm, wet mouth, and use my clapper to lick your finger's breadth barren of any cum, which is a sensation that sends shudder 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 part.

'' Now, you 're almost done. But all that cum needs to go somewhere, '' you playfully taunt. Turning serious, you look me in the eyes. `` With that being said, '' you say in a firm, no fucking around, flavour, `` swallow every last dip. '' The feel in my eyes is nothing but pure unbelief. I shake my headland. `` Do it ! '' you command. Staring at you incredulously for another moment, I give in, accepting that your way is the solitary way. I swallow it, but it 's such a Brobdingnagian, heavyset load, that it takes me a second to get it all. `` Now, open your sass and bear witness your schoolma'am that it 's all gone, like a good little bitch. '' I do, and upon seeing an empty mouth, you give off a squeal of delight again, and seize me to snog me, thrilled at my chagrin and obedience.

'' You 've been such a good lilliputian pet tonight. You took it up the ass, made me cum, and cleaned up your hatful. For that, you get your payoff, '' you tell me, smiling and excited.

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

'' No, of course not. You 're still my little piece of ass toy. But now, you get to enjoy my pussy the properly 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 reckon of cumming without my permission. If you do, so assist me, I 'll sit right on your fount and draw you clean it out of me. '' I nod my head teacher in understanding.

At that, you down in the mouth yourself down, grabbing my still hard cock, and guiding yourself down onto it. Once fully settled, you look at me, and leave me a final order.

'' Now lay back, and let me taunt your dick. Oops, I mean, MY hawkshaw, since I own you now. '' No sooner are the give-and-take out of your oral cavity, you start sliding up and down my cock, riding it as hard as you can, into the night ...