Quiet, and darkness. Those are the lonesome affair I can feel right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands leaping behind my rear, blindfold over my center. Have n't heard much of a sound since you put me like this and told me to wait, quietly. Soon I hear the soft footsteps of you padding across the floor to me. silence again before I feel the sudden, knifelike sense experience of your teeth on my earlobe. I gasp out at the surprisal only to have it met with your deal across my mouth and a harder, stinging insect bite on my neck. I feel your hands running down my chest and your titty on my back as you run your lingua up to my ear, giving it a soft buss 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 experience for days. Fight me, and you will regret it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your news are playful and subdued, but I can sense the prat smell behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

'' Good boy. '' I barely have metre to bottom what might be in store for me later before I feel something warm and wet being pushed into my face.

'' spread out your mouth, '' you order. My mouth opens slowly and is instantly full of your already moist slit. I slip my tongue 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 gracious and wet so I can slide my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the same treatment. ''

letting these wrangle roil around in my head apparently becomes obtrusive to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's decently, pet. I 'm going to fuck your ass. I 'm going to slip my empurple tool into your tight picayune ass, and pound you until you 're weak. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that actualisation sinks in, I evidently get distracted and lose focusing on my oral tariff, to your displeasure. You make this fact clear to me with a speck to my tit. Faced with the idea of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my tongue and lips. With every loss second, as my tongue slips all over you, I can feel you getting wetter and wetter. The soft moans, and quick gasps of air I can learn escaping your lips tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few min of this, you stop me. You do n't say anything to me, but you were end to coming, and started to get weak in the articulatio genus. `` tilt forward, put your fount on the bed, '' you tell me. I abject myself down, burying my boldness on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my wooden leg. I can take heed you moving around, and suddenly signified something cold and slick slip between my ass cheeks. It takes a second before I realize that it 's your lubed up finger. I can feel you tracing around my puckered hole, making the country around it as wet and greased as you can. My heavy breathing of expectation gets worse as you slip your finger inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and maintain my breathing place, expecting to feel your toy coast up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that time yet. This is just to assist loosen you up. '' I relax as your finger retreats from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something orotund and wider. I start to wrestle away, but you throw your arm over me and entertain my hips in place and in one legato motility, 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 crinkle you leave. Lost in sentiment at the marvellous touch sensation of your nails, and trying to add up to terms with the intruder in my ass, I 'm shake up from this train of persuasion abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the shakiness on the bullet to full, without warning. Initially tense, I start to give in to how gratifying the sentiency are ; squirming and rocking slightly, slender moan escaping from my rim. Pleased with my reaction, you decide to play a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my back, and lean toward my tail. Taking the cord in your hand, you begin to root for the bullet out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the walls of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing mess, you pull a little harder until just the very edge of the toy is poking out of my ass. ineffective to contend against the intense sensations rolling across my consistence 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 make for with your toy correctly, then we wo n't have them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those words, you kneel behind me again. This time, you push the heater back in me, following it with your digit and jamming it as deep as you can. `` There ... .Now it should be secure in there. '' I 'm already panting and squirming at what 's going on, but you take it up a notch by flicking your tongue across my shivering asshole. This sends me wild and a fag `` Oh, God yes '' evasion my backtalk.

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

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

'' I mean, yes, mistress. ``

'' Very good. '' Keeping up with making me thrill in joy with your tongue, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my peg and stroking my hammer. I can not process all these whelm sensations happening to the most spiritualist section of my body, all at one prison term and rapidly feel an orgasm building. After a few more than moments of this, I 'm on the verge. I can barely hold back. The heavily, thrill shakiness deep in my ass, the warm wetness of your tongue on my asshole, and the easygoing squeezing of your hand around my cock are all contributing to what I can tell is going to be a massive orgasm. My breathing quickens and I start to strain up, feeling the 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 expiration and am met with a cold `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me short. `` You 've had plenty of joy, now it 's my spell. Up on the bed, on your back, and spread, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You bar me tenacious enough to undo the cuffs holding my arms together behind me, then push me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to position myself in the middle, and broadcast my arms and legs as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the bullet deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only narrate you 're on the bed with me when you start binding me to the niche of the bed, pulling the shoulder strap 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 wooden leg around at all. You lower yourself down on me, sitting just in front of my raging hard-on. Leaning over to snog me, you run one paw across my pectus as the other faux pas between your legs to take on with my tool again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my cock when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the favor by nipping at my auricle and sinking your teeth and rim into my neck, your manus never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can tell you grab something from off the bed. The side by side thing I 'm aware of is a leg on either position of my nous, from you kneeling over me. The entirely rationality I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly extract your knees close, effectively locking my head word in space. Without warning, you drop down the rest of the way until you 're covering my face between my center and Kuki-Chin with your delicious pussy. The sudden warmness and wetness smothering me jars me for a second, but I quickly recover and eagerly dislocate my natural language in you, tasting your juices and breathing you in. I ca n't help myself but to lift my head up, trying to entomb my natural language deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your hips against me, running your digit through my tomentum and grabbing smattering with each exquisite riffle of feeling racing through your torso. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my mouthpiece, and soaking my cheek. The taste of you, and the warm look of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more aggressive. I nip playfully at your lips, and silently grinning at the shudder and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my tooth lightly. The esthesis ripping through your body, racing at break-neck speeds are making your pelt crawl, and your body shake, taking you to march, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to combat this.

fillet your grinding against my boldness momentarily, and having to defend 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 earlier, and are rubbing it around on your most raw areas, picking up your slow down back and forth movement against me. Thoroughly loving the sounds you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the moment. Not giving me a seconds rest, you remind me I have a task ahead of me in pleasing you. `` Just because I 've got this, does n't mean you get to stop over, '' you chide. Focused back on the project at hand, I go back to arousing you with my glossa, now working in tandem with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the virtuoso of being deprived of my pot and feeling the dual vibration of the heater in me and your vibe in close proximity to my face, or the enticing smell and taste of your dripping wet puss, or the electric sensation of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to lose focus and any conscious thought as I lose myself in you, and you start to palpate the orgasm edifice and creeping down your spine.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not lots longer, as you can barely pay heed on much longsighted. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and tighten up up. Your breathing space catching in your throat, your skin electric with heightened sense experience. Finally, you feel it coming. The only clew I get to you being so close to the boundary are some elusive cue. The strength and force by which your free hired man is grabbing smattering of my pilus. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your genu squeezing tighter and tighter against my heading. Not for certain what to do, I just retain licking and massaging with my tongue. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and prehend up, and the for the first time gush of fluid splashes into my mouth, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a back to regain my composure, and I go back to body of work with my sassing. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the orgasm rocketing all over your body, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One helping hand holding your toy in place on your now swollen and sensitive button, the other rubbing your slit with fervency, sending juice all over the seat ; splashing against your body, spraying all over my font, running down my cheeks and Chin, down my neck. This continues for a few more moments, effectively soaking my side and arms, and coating the interior of your thigh. Settling back on my chest, you collapse forward, resting your point just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through labored breathing space. I can contend zilch Thomas More than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your breasts is smothering my mouth. `` Mmmmm, good. You 've no melodic theme how astound that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you survey the harm. Everything from my arms, down to my chest, is literally dripping, coated in your juice. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My number 1 view is your rose-cheeked face, a Christ Within, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the office I 've been attending to for the last while. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, succus still seeping out slowly. I can find a free fall running down the outside of my brim, and I quickly dart my tongue out to grab it, as you taste phenomenal.

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

'' Yes fancy woman, '' I reply, the stinging of my nipple still sassy in my mind. You lean down slowly and lightly run your tongue along my brim, lapping up the remaining juice, as if to taste yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, seemingly savoring the taste.

'' I really do taste respectable. Now I see why you kept at it. You wanted Thomas 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 have you taste yourself later, '' you declare, variety of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and walk to the end. You uncuff my ankles and recount me to put forward my legs up. I comply, and you take the cuffs around my articulatio talocruralis, and using stretch shoulder strap, you connect them to the strap binding my wrist. This keeps my legs up and back, but allows me to alter spatial relation slightly if they get fatigued. You reach down past the end of the bed, grabbing matter I ca n't see. Keeping them from my purview, you climb back over me. However, this time your legs are on opposite English as you squat down over my expression again, burying my face in your pussycat again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

Lying tummy to stomach, you reach toward the seat of the bed for one of the items you grabbed earlier. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my face, you grab my shaft in your hand again. Keeping your grip business firm and tight, so as to prevent me from getting harder, you slip a couple rings on me. One around the base of my Lucille Ball, two pie-eyed ones around the base of my shaft ; designed to restrain me firmly and prolong me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your slit just outside my mouth, and say one thing to me before burying my mouth between your legs again. `` Relax and enjoy this, and no matter what, do not stop over with your mouth. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my natural language, you refocus your attention to my lower half, still stroking my hardening pecker. With your free hand, you crack open up a nursing bottle of lube and pour a small amount on the head of my dick. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again ; your intention being to get me as hard as you can, as the rings take essence and go along me rigid for you to act with. You wipe up the supererogatory lube with your still free hand, and slowly trace your finger down, between my cheeks, and pop out rubbing it in a rotary around my hole. Wanting to spiel and explore more, you finally pull the still-vibrating bullet train from deep in my ass. You slip in two fingers as far as you can go, and begin rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the walls.

Noticing me starting to squirm in response, you take it to the side by side level and lease my rooster in your oral fissure. Slowly, you slide your rim down my tool, bit by bit, until you reach the hindquarters. Your mouth tightens around it, and at the same 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 feel every bit of the uncivilised sensation. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your tongue ; your hand now running a firm grip up and down. You start to get ahead a musical rhythm now.

One helping hand tightly wrapped around my throbbing stopcock, working its way up and down. The other exploring my ass as deeply and open air as it will go. Your warm, wet rima oris running in tandem with the hand on my prick ; all while grinding your hips back into my face, burying me in your pussy. Staying at this pace, eventually I feel an orgasm construction again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing more shallow and quicker. You let me enjoy it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. finger's breadth, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to stretch out me out, and bridge player still pumping madly away at my cock, you turn back to look at me, moving your hip away to piss eye liaison, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To emphasize your head, you push your finger in deeper and burn the headway of my dick. My strangle cry and back arching LET you know your point was made.

Turning back to working, you finally, slowly remove all but one fingerbreadth from within me. `` You 're starting to tease up, my pet. But we still need a little more than. Plus we have to get your tight fiddling hole used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my turncock in you, I 'm not going well-off on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and snaffle a set of anal beading, as well as the lubricant again. Holding the bead in one hired hand, you generously apply lube to it. Using two fingers to spread my cheeks opened enough, you guide the beads toward my ass. As soon as the 1st belittled drop button through and into me, my body jerks and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to play and you smack me hard on the thigh, backed by an"out-of-doors up !"command. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you access again. You push the instant bead in quickly, not giving me time to adjust to it. Again my body twitches at the unexpected intruder."If you can take all the beadwork in at once, and not fight it, you'll get rewarded after I've had my fun. But…don't forget, each bead gets bigger,"you taunt, popping in the tertiary one.

For the future few beads, you deliberately take your time forcing them in, making my trap expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual entertainment. Reaching the in conclusion 4 beads, the biggest one, you pause briefly. After taking my pecker tightly in your script again, you rapidly shove the concluding four beads into me. The sudden imperativeness and sensation of something firmly hitting that raw spot makes my dick pinch out of ascendance in your paw. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the full filament in, rotating it so the balls keep rubbing up against the sides, and driving me groundless. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your lips around my tool, picking back up the rhythmic motility from earliest.

Your goal here is simpleton : badger 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 clip you're driving me crazy ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your articulatio coxae back into my face harder and harder, loving the tactual sensation of my glossa caressing your most sensitive sphere. It's turning you on 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 tempo again with your mouth and mitt, you also start rapidly sliding the integral filament 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 monolithic, glorious climax. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and stop suddenly, denying me a release. You finally dispatch the beads from within me, and lift yourself up off of me, standing succeeding to the bed.

'' Just about that time, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your tight little ass mercilessly until you 're loose and weak in the genu ? Because that 's coming. Hope you 're prepare, '' you taunt. Not letting me act an in, you decide to kick in yourself a little quick pleasure and not let me relax or tighten up. You grab the full contraband cock hack, and lube it enough to slide home. Reaching back down to broadcast my cheeks, you logical argument it up with my puckered hole.

'' go for your breath, '' you whisper, before beginning to push it in to me. The swollen and bulbous head word is the hard portion to get in. I start to push back and clench up, fighting you, but you only pin my legs down, and push harder. Does n't pick out much more, and with a slight pop, my ass swallows the forefront. I let out a slight moan of irritation, and start out squirming in protestation.

'' honey, you better get used to it. My stopcock is bigger and thicker than this, and wo n't be as easy. Plus one day I might want to get my integral hand up there ... '' You can hear me oppose to that instruction, and use it to drop away the remnant of the toy in me, the sharpness snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another time, '' you say with an border 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 thickest compass point, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass workplace 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 hired man around my still mostly arduous and throbbing cock, squeezing it sozzled. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my prick against the rings. You bring yourself around, running your hand up and down my prick faster and tightening your grip. Your glossa moving-picture show lightly against the oral sex, making me chute each prison term. My leg are twitching and vibration, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your hand, but only so you can wind your lip around my dick and stay on to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this head, it 's not hard for you to tell when I 'm just about to the peak of coming, so after keeping up your ribbing, you start to notice me hitting that decimal point. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my hips leaven up to cope with your mouth, and my pecker start to puff up, you suddenly stop completely, with aught more than an extremely tight bag at the al-Qaeda 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 pattern. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not quick to let you yet, my small cum slut. I just wanted you to give a small pleasance before what happens next, because you might not enjoy it. Though I know I will, '' you declare.

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

"I told you that if I could slue my toy into me easily, you would get the same courtesy. Now, your job since we've started was to make me as wet as possible, so that my toy went in with no issues. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your side of meat by the head, you start to pass it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only watch. I notice that your cunt is clearly egotistical and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was part of your plan ; to make me helplessly watch in anxious 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 bear on hard to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the all 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 meat of my brain again, this time putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your next move."Well, you get favourable, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the punishing matter to get in, but it did fight back at some tip. Apparently you can't even get a pussy wet correctly. Such a pathetic hard worker. 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 headland by the hair in one manus, and your toy in the former, and jump forward, forcing your toy into my mouth. 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 grip on my head and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the fuck ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your cock back in.

"I never said you could spill,"you command."I told you, you're going to memorise how to use your backtalk to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my pussy, so you're going to instruct the hard way : Do it to my cock before I put it in your ass. keep on combat, and it's the only lubricant you're going to get."To motor your full stop home, you reach back and turn one of my nipples as hard as you can, and at the Sami metre, you push more of your toy into my oral cavity, to where I can finger it hitting the back of my throat.

"Do you fucking understand me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my drumhead in frustration and sufferance."Good boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensitive teat, you take my head in both hands, and pull slowly back, until just the head is resting on my lip. You linger there a moment, then pull out my head forward as far as you can. This slue my lips an inch or so down the shaft, which isn't salutary enough. You let me know with a,"This entire thing is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to cause to do better if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't work my head any far down on it, you ease your body forward again, watching in delight as my lips slide down the shaft, bit by bit. You stop when it's gone as far as it will easily.

At that, you pull your hip back again, pulling it all the way out of my mouth. After a endorse, you jump forward again ; thrusting your fake cock back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your hips back and Forth River, getting wet at the sight of your imperial toy sliding and out of my mouth, completely against my will. Not to mention the fact that every time you hit the rear of my throat, your side of the toy pushes into you, and rub against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a suck with my lip, which causes your toy to gently mistake in and out of you, each time it does the same thing in my mouth. 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 domain, enjoying both the sentiency, and the view of my lips tightly wrapped around your toy, you ignore my whimpering and moaning as you invade me further ; your eubstance picking up an almost wave-like motion.

It's not long before you start to feel the all too fellow sensation of you coming, but you stop yourself quickly. You don't want to cum from this toy unless it's because you're hammer at my ass. However, because you were so into it and not paying attending, you look down and notice you've forced almost the integral toy in my mouth, with my nozzle less than an inch from your breadbasket. Pulling back and all the way out, I begin coughing from it being unmanageable 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 tease me by telling me,"You're just a good piffling squawk. I'm very proud 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 voiced moan, and plant a taunting candy kiss on my buttock.

Sitting back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is LE space between you and my mouth. Without asking if I'm make, you place the tip at my lips again, and swipe my caput slightly up so the caput of your toy slides in my lips. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with finding. You reach the first wall, and with a brisk"Open !"you see my mouth open wider, allowing to tug the intruder in far. Next you feel your toy cock hit the back of my throat, but you're not letting that hitch you. Rising up on your knee a slight, you start using your body weight to push, and after a few readjustment of my jaw, you feel my throat give way, and your cock slides the relief of the way in. My nose is now firmly buried against your stomach ; your toy the whole way in.

You let out a squeal of delight, and after leaving it there a import, you pull all the way out. I barely get a prospect to captivate a breath, before you've shoved it back in to the hilt again. Keeping your toy pushed in all the way, you push my capitulum back against the pillow, and lift yourself up on your knees, so you're almost directly above me. In that view, you start pulling your hips up, withdrawing your toy from deep in my throat, until it's barely out. Then you let your consistence light back down again, driving it back down until it bottoms out. You repeat this over and over."If I can acquire it all the way without a problem, so can you. None of your jam is allowed to be any tighter than any of mine,"you tell me, pumping up and down, again and again.

After a few bit of this, you're quenched that I can strike all of your cock down my pharynx with no take, and pull yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to catch my breathing time, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my cheek, and grab the gag from the chairperson."That's the last clip you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my head again, you force the ball gag into my mouth, and secure it tightly around my head. Now tied up, blindfolded, and gagged, I am left completely to your will and can not do anything about it. Enjoying the silence now, you let out a quiet suspiration, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your adjacent project.

Disconnecting one of my leg restraints, you order me to flick over, on my venter. I comply, and roll over ; the restraints around my wrists tightening. Once over, you restrain my free leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the bottle of lube, you put the tip between my brass, at the incoming to my hole, and squeeze gently."I promised you a petty bit of lube, and even though you have fought back, I'll sustain my promise. Besides…. With as hard as I'm going to fuck you, you're going to postulate it,"you tease. You swipe up a little lube on two of your digit, and labour them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a third finger's breadth to make sure enough the entering to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingers, you take your toy in your hand, and thrust a seemly amount of lube down onto it. Catching the excess in your hand, you wrap your finger around the shaft, and work your hand up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lube down, and put yourself in attitude behind me, the tip of your dick hovering just above my ass.

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

"Are you ready ?"you ask.

I nod my promontory.

"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."

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

I'm quiet for a moment before you hear my reply."Please mistress, fuck me."

"fucking you how ?"you ride, an almost playful teasing quality to your voice.

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

"With…. ?"you say, leaving the answer open. Silent again, I finally answer,"With your cock."

Giggling evilly, you kiss my ear again."Well then, very well. You might want to put your nerve in the pillow ; this isn't going to be slowly,"you tell me. Tightening the gag again as you don't want to get wind me just yet, you push my brain back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

Holding your toy in your hand, you guide it towards my now lubed up, on the loose and waiting hole. You trace a dress circle around the gap with the header to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the head into my ass. The vellication of my stage and clenching of my ass, mixed with a quiet sigh, differentiate you that it was a mix of pleasure and infliction, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at first. capable to manoeuvre it in without your bridge player now, you pull my ass apart so you can watch your dick slide into my ass. Putting your system of weights behind it as you did above me before, you apply pressure and the peter starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the bottom ; your body pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy respite there for a moment, 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 cock, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the head still in. Not waiting, or taking it easy this clip, you quickly thrust the entire shaft all the way in, slamming into me. I cry out from the gag. Without any clemency, you pull out and throw fully back in again. Now that you know how loose I am, you take your sweet time, getting the inside of me slick with lube. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lubricant to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're satisfy that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my besotted fix is now plenty loose for your enjoyment, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a flabby moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to elevate up on your deal and stifle, but do not let my cock slipperiness out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to rest on your hound, pulling about half of your toy out. Very carefully, I lift myself up on my elbows. I rise up on one articulatio genus, and then the other, but as I go to plant my men 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 hammer against my ass a few meter. `` You did n't follow instructions. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the head of your dick back into my ass, then catch my coxa. Settling in, you pull me back as hard as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your turncock into me full phase of the moon force. You are n't being gentle with me anymore. Fully aware that I can easily take it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my coxa for impart grip, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can wangle. Our bodies slapping together at the military group makes an hearable noise, but you do n't slow down. You 're enjoying every second of watching my ass leaping from each hard poking into me, and the sound of my moaning in delight.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as operose and flying in issue, which is aided by a small vibrator you secured to twit your button. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; hard and long thrusts, making for sure your dead body slams home flat against me every time. You have no aim of letting up any fourth dimension soon, smiling to yourself at my war cry of joy and joy, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's right, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. retain making those stochasticity. If I ca n't hear you, then I wo n't think you 're enjoying this, '' you say to me, before resuming your ceaseless ramming of me.

Eventually, you slow down for a secondment, to catch my dick, which was been swinging back and forth from your hard ass. You push the doughnut around it back up tightly, as you do n't want me coming just yet, and founder it a few slow and firm strokes, just to force me that a great deal closer and taunt me that much more than. Leaning forward, you place both hand on my shoulder joint, while pulling your rose hip back. You lean as close 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 sleep together me unvoiced .'Those are your options, so choose, '' you tell me quietly. I hesitate, not sure enough what to say. `` Choose, '' you bark. `` Choose or I 'll choose for you, and you 're not going to like it. ''

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

You think for a indorsement. `` You know, I do n't like your response. 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 articulatio humeri tightly, you pull me back quickly onto your toy cock. In this new office, you 're able to go mystifying than before, and you take advantage of it. You do n't block off furiously pounding away at me, but now you 're also pushing more when your rose hip hit my ass to ride your toy in to me as far and as deep as you can. The harder and faster you pound, the more I can experience the rolling waves of an sexual climax building, and you 're not even touching my pecker.

The Lapplander is true on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can feel your body start to tense up, an amazing sexual climax building. The finisher you get, it seems like you find extra gears in the speed and top executive of your thrust, because as you get approximate to coming, your pounding gets even more vivid, until I 'm moaning and crying out behind the gag, and you 're panting and breathing heavily, stifling your own cries of pleasure. Thrusting in and out. Long, deep fusillade of motion. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your dick is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so heavily that your body is affluent against mine. Every so often, your hammer slips out, but that does n't halt you pounding away at me, as you force yourself forward again, and your long, fatheaded purple toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no resistance or sweat.

You carry on like this for some time, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the power of the intense orgasm building inside you. The superb botheration, pleasure, and pressure sensations I feel against my most raw spot are making me frail in the human knee, and my entire dead body is tiring from handling the force of your ass-fucking, making me lower myself down on my articulatio cubiti for support ; the entirely time, my dick oozing pre-cum. It 's not too practically longer, and you can feel yourself start to come. Just at the edge of climax, you slam in one final time, before your pounding ceases. As the orgasm hits, you fall against my backbone, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slow wonk that rub your toy against your clit, which push the climax harder and faster. I can finger your heart racing against my back, get a line your heavy and tired breathing, and actually feel 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 astonish pressure on me and forcing more pre-cum out of my cock.

After a moment, you collect yourself. You sit up straight again, but leave your cock in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing cock in your hired man. 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 able to shortly. '' Finally, you slide your large cock from my ass. Running your hand on it, you admire the lovingness it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the smoothness of it from the lubricator and the juice in me. You step off the bed, and undo my leg restraint again. You fiat me back over, laying with my hammer facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my stage 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 deplume the gag off me. You give me a moment to stretch my jaw, and then let me know the reason for the jest 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 call up I was done with your ass yet, did you ? ''

Laughing, you continue, `` Of course of instruction not. I know how spiritualist that trivial smudge in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to realize you cum so backbreaking, you ca n't walk. '' With that, you berth yourself, and reach down with a few finger to feel my whoreson. nada how loose it is now, and how easily your fingers slide in and out, you decide to try something. Moving forward, you guide your rooster 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 sluttish than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your hips back and forth, letting most of the shaft microscope slide in and out of my ass at will. Your goal here is n't the mad, ferocious, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as a good deal continued, heavy pressure on my most sensitive dapple as you can, until my prick explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no physical contact on my cock whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to wee-wee me cum as much and backbreaking as you can, since you have something in mind.

Reaching down to take my cock in your hand, you start grinding a picayune harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my dick with a 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 Thomas More of your toy in me. You notice my breathing getting myopic and quicker, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a night of torturing, teasing, and orgasm defence. Picking up the pace with your manus, your turn to quick pump of my cock, running your script down the hale duration of it. You 've also started moving your shaft around Sir Thomas More, rotating your hips to actuate it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my cock, and fuck my ass, barreling me closelipped and closer to an orgasm. My breath quickens, and you know I 'm close.

'' Beg me to let you cum, slave, '' you Holy Order.

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

Suddenly, you feel me tense up tightly, raising my hip joint up sharply to hurtle my cock into your bridge player. At the Lapplander time you hear me utter a `` Oh God, I 'm coming. '' At that moment, you stop thrusting, and clench your fist around the top of my dick. You can find my cum shooting up through my cock, slowed down by your atmospheric pressure, but it 's construction. right wing at the sodding moment, you let go. My cum flies out of my cock with force play, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my abdomen. Since it had been Clarence Shepard Day Jr. since I 'd cum last, and you 'd been toying with me all night, it 's goose egg unforesightful of a massive payload. My dick continues to break open and twitch in your hand, spurting Sir Thomas More and more than cum out ; it running down your bridge player and landing around my abdomen and branch. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My entire body is shaking, my peter sensitive to the touch. And your toy rooster is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could palpate my golf hole clench tightly and violently around your toy.

giving me a moment to catch my hint, you sketch your damage. I have cum everywhere. More than a large mouthful. `` My, my. Quite the mess you 've made. We 're going to give birth to clean this up, '' you say observantly.

'' Yes schoolmistress, I 'll strip it up, '' I say through labored breather, not mindful of your meaning.

'' volition you now ? Such a good little pet. I 'm glad you 're offering to clean up your tidy sum 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 take a leak me learn. There 's plentifulness of cum on your hired hand that was wrapped around my dick. With the former, you scoop up some of the bigger bead. Leaning forward, you command me to open my oral fissure. I do, expecting the gag, your pussy, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your fistful of my cum into my mouth. It takes me a moment to agnise what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You lay off me by clamping your hired hand over my sassing. With a plumb digit from the other hand, you lift up my blindfold and stare me in the eye with a smell of moth-eaten determination.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to clean up your great deal. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to sample not only me, but the gustatory modality of your cum, so you can appreciate it when I do it. Now, open your mouth, and do not do anything with this. '' I glare at you in defiance before giving in reluctantly. I lay back on the pillow, and open my mouthpiece ; the little bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your clean hand, and wipe it into my oral cavity. Reaching back down, you scoop up the final office, which is quite a encumbrance in itself. This prison term, you surprise me, and lick it off your hand. With a mouthful of my cum now, you close your eye, tasting it, licking your hand clean and jerk and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste in effect, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your mouth. Leaning down, column inch from my mouth, you tilt your head so you can utter without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't desire to deny you any of this. And it 's your job to pick it up. Here you go. '' With that, you flora your sassing on mine, firmly kissing me. With your tongue, you feed the quietus of my cum to me. I can feel the orotund load sitting in my mouth, but I 'm enjoying kissing you too very much. After kissing me passionately for a few moments, you pull back, licking your mouth.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your hand that was around my putz, you put your finger's breadth on my lips, telling me, `` Now now, be a adept piffling jade and cleanse up all of your pile. Lick my fingers clean. '' I lift my headspring up, taking your fingers in my warm, wet mouth, and use my glossa to clobber your fingers barren of any cum, which is a sensation that sends chills down your body. Once they are uncontaminating, you withdraw them. Looking down at me, you can see I 've got quite a large taste 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 business firm, no fucking around, tone, `` accept every final stage pearl. '' The look in my eyes is null but pure disbelief. I shake my head. `` Do it ! '' you command. Staring at you incredulously for another instant, I give in, accepting that your way is the just way. I swallow it, but it 's such a huge, thick load, that it takes me a second to get it all. `` Now, unfold your oral fissure and show your kept woman that it 's all gone, like a good little beef. '' I do, and upon seeing an empty backtalk, you give off a squeal of delight again, and grab me to osculate me, thrilled at my mortification and obedience.

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

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

'' No, of course not. You 're still my trivial 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 fix ? You know the regulation. Make me cum, and do n't you dare think of cumming without my license. If you do, so help me, I 'll sit right on your nerve and make you clean it out of me. '' I nod my heading in understanding.

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

'' Now lay back, and let me mount your dick. Oops, I mean, MY hawkshaw, since I own you now. '' No sooner are the tidings out of your sass, you start sliding up and down my rooster, riding it as hard as you can, into the night ...