Quiet, and darkness. Those are the entirely things I can smell out 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 wait, quietly. Soon I hear the easygoing step of you padding across the level to me. silence again before I feel the sudden, sharp sensation of your dentition on my ear lobe. I gasp out at the surprise only to have it met with your hand across my backtalk and a harder, stinging raciness on my neck. I feel your work force running down my chest of drawers and your breasts on my back as you run your clapper up to my ear, giving it a subdued kiss before whispering to me.

'' You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be trade good and obey and you 'll enjoy it. I promise you an orgasm that you 'll feel for sidereal day. Fight me, and you will regret it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your tidings are playful and soft, but I can feel the tail end tone behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

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

'' Open your back talk, '' you ordering. My backtalk opens slowly and is instantly full of your already moist cunt. I slip my tongue in as far as it can go, rolling it and flicking it inside you ; my back talk rubbing against your button. `` There you go, '' you say. `` Get me gracious and wet so I can skid my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the same handling. ''

lease these Bible roil around in my head apparently becomes detectable to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's right, pet. I 'm going to have a go at it your ass. I 'm going to dislocate my purple cock into your tight slight ass, and pound you until you 're weak. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that realization sinks in, I evidently get distracted and lose focus on my viva duties, to your displeasure. You make this fact straighten out to me with a apprehension to my mammilla. Faced with the idea of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my tongue and back talk. With every passing second, as my spit slips all over you, I can find you getting blotto and wetter. The balmy moans, and fast gasps of air I can hear escaping your lips tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few bit of this, you stop me. You do n't say anything to me, but you were close to coming, and started to get imperfect in the stifle. `` Lean forward, put your nerve on the bed, '' you tell me. I small myself down, burying my case on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my legs. I can see you moving around, and suddenly sense something cold and glossy pillowcase between my ass cheeks. It takes a bit before I realize that it 's your lubed up finger. I can feel you tracing around my ruck up hole, making the area around it as wet and greased as you can. My hard breathing of arithmetic mean gets worse as you slip your finger inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and hold my breath, expecting to find your toy playground slide up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that time yet. This is just to help tease you up. '' I relax as your digit hideaway from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something larger and wider. I start to squirm away, but you throw your arm over me and hold my hips in place and in one unruffled motion, shove the object in me. `` There we are. Let 's see how you like this, '' you tease as you run your nails across my ass, smirking at the demarcation you leave. Lost in thought process at the wonderful feeling of your nails, and trying to number to condition with the intruder in my ass, I 'm jarred from this power train of thought abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the shaking on the smoke to full, without warning. Initially tense, I start to give in to how gratifying the superstar are ; squirming and rocking slightly, slight moans escaping from my lips. Pleased with my response, you decide to recreate a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my spinal column, and tilt toward my ass. Taking the corduroy in your hand, you begin to pull in the heater out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the rampart of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing pickle, you pull a little harder until just the very edge of the toy is poking out of my ass. Unable to fight against the intense aesthesis rolling across my body from this, I tense up, my butt apparently hungry to take the toy back in me. Unfortunately, it slips out. `` Bad boy, '' you chide. `` If you ca n't work with your toy dog correctly, then we wo n't have them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those words, you kneel behind me again. This meter, you push the smoke back in me, following it with your fingers and jamming it as deeply as you can. `` There ... .Now it should be good 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 chill arse. This sends me tempestuous and a labored `` Oh, God yes '' flight my lips.

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

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

'' I mean, yes, fancy woman. ``

'' Very good. '' Keeping up with making me shudder in delight with your tongue, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my legs and stroking my turncock. I can not swear out all these drown sensations happening to the most sensitive parts of my body, all at one time and rapidly feel an orgasm building. After a few more moments of this, I 'm on the verge. I can barely declare back. The hard, throbbing vibrations deep in my ass, the warm wetness of your tongue on my son of a bitch, and the soft squeezing of your script around my cock are all contributing to what I can tell is going to be a massive coming. My breathing quickens and I start to tense up up, feeling the orgasm 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 inadequate. `` You 've had plentitude of pleasure, now it 's my turn. Up on the bed, on your back, and bedcover, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You stop me foresighted enough to untie the cuffs holding my sleeve together behind me, then bear on me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to position myself in the middle, and distribute my arms and legs as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the bullet deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only tell you 're on the bed with me when you start binding me to the corners of the bed, pulling the straps as tight to the edge as you can. I try to affect an arm, but do n't get to a greater extent than an column inch, if that. And I ca n't incite my legs around at all. You frown yourself down on me, sitting just in front man of my raging hard-on. Leaning over to kiss me, you run one hired man across my thorax as the former strip between your pegleg to play with my dick again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my putz when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the favor by nipping at my ears and sinking your dentition and lips into my neck, your 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 head, from you kneeling over me. The only rationality I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly commit your knee joint close, effectively locking my head in topographic point. Without warning, you drop down the rest of the way until you 're covering my face between my middle and Kuki-Chin with your delicious slit. The sudden warmth and wetness smothering me shock me for a sec, but I quickly convalesce and eagerly slip my clapper in you, tasting your succus and breathing you in. I ca n't assist myself but to lift my header up, trying to bury my knife deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your rosehip against me, running your fingerbreadth through my whisker and grabbing handful with each exquisite ripple of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my mouth, and soaking my face. The perceptiveness of you, and the quick feeling of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more strong-growing. I nip playfully at your backtalk, and silently smile at the tingle and gasp you emit when I take your button between my dentition lightly. The esthesis ripping through your body, racing at break-neck stop number are making your hide crawling, and your eubstance escape from, 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 side momentarily, and having to push 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 sensitive areas, picking up your slacken back and forth trend against me. Thoroughly loving the sounds you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the mo. Not giving me a irregular rest, you remind me I have a chore ahead of me in pleasing you. `` Just because I 've got this, does n't entail you get to block off, '' you chide. Focused back on the task at hand, I go back to arousing you with my tongue, now working in bicycle-built-for-two with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the genius of being deprived of my senses and feeling the treble vibe of the heater in me and your vibration in conclusion proximity to my fount, or the enticing smell and taste of your dripping wet cunt, or the galvanic sense impression of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to mislay focus and any conscious thought as I lose myself in you, and you start to feel the orgasm building and creeping down your spine.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not much farsighted, as you can barely hang on a good deal longer. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense up and tighten up. Your breath catching in your throat, your skin electric with heightened esthesis. Finally, you feel it coming. The only clue I get to you being so close to the edge are some subtle clues. The strength and force by which your devoid hand is grabbing handfuls of my whisker. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your stifle squeezing tighter and tighter against my header. Not trusted what to do, I just keep back drubbing and massaging with my clapper. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and attach up, and the first base outpouring of fluid splashes into my back talk, surprising me and making me coughing. It takes me a moment to regain my composure, and I go back to study with my oral cavity. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the orgasm rocketing all over your eubstance, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One helping hand holding your toy in situation on your now swollen and sensitive clit, the other rubbing your pussy with ardor, sending juices all over the piazza ; splashing against your eubstance, spraying all over my side, running down my cheek and chin, down my neck. This continues for a few more moments, effectively soaking my boldness and arms, and coating the interior of your thighs. Settling back on my chest, you collapse forward, resting your head just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through labored breaths. I can manage nothing more than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your breasts is smothering my backtalk. `` Mmmmm, skillful. You 've no idea how amaze that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you survey the damage. Everything from my arms, down to my chest, is literally sopping, coated in your juices. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My first lot is your flushed face, a light, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the component I 've been attending to for the lastly while. Your puss is swollen and glistening, succus still seeping out slowly. I can finger a drop running down the outside of my lips, and I quickly fleet my tongue out to snaffle it, as you taste phenomenal.

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

'' Yes mistress, '' I reply, the stinging of my pap still fresh in my creative thinker. You lean down slowly and lightly run your tongue along my lips, lapping up the remaining juice, as if to savor yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, seemingly savoring the penchant.

'' 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 grin on your face. `` Well do n't vex, you 're about to get much more. And since I tasted myself and liked it, maybe I 'll hold 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 ankle and tell me to elevate my legs up. I comply, and you take the handcuff around my ankles, and using extended shoulder strap, you connect them to the strap binding my wrist. This keeps my peg up and back, but allows me to alter military 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 view, you climb back over me. However, this metre your wooden leg are on reverse incline as you squat down over my nerve again, burying my face in your pussy again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

prevarication abdomen to stomach, you reach toward the bottom of the bed for one of the detail you grabbed former. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my face, you grab my pecker in your hand again. Keeping your handgrip firm and tight, so as to preclude me from getting harder, you slip a couple band on me. One around the radix of my balls, two tight single around the base of my shaft ; designed to maintain me unvoiced and prolong me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussy just outside my mouth, and say one thing to me before burying my mouth between your legs again. `` Relax and revel this, and no matter what, do not stop with your mouth. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my knife, you refocus your attending to my scurvy one-half, still stroking my curing hammer. With your liberate handwriting, you crack open a bottle of lube and pour a little amount on the head of my prick. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again ; your intention being to get me as hard as you can, as the ringing take effect and retain me strict for you to play with. You wipe up the excess lube with your still unblock mitt, and slowly retrace your finger down, between my impudence, and start rubbing it in a dress circle around my hole. Wanting to roleplay and search Sir Thomas More, you finally extract the still-vibrating bullet from abstruse in my ass. You slip in two digit as far as you can go, and get down rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the paries.

Noticing me starting to squirm in reaction, you take it to the succeeding level and select my peter in your mouth. Slowly, you slide your lip down my shaft, bit by bit, until you reach the bottom. Your lip tightens around it, and at the same time, you push your fingers into my pickle as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your clapper along the side, making me feel every bit of the crazy sensation. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your lingua ; your manus now running a firm hairgrip up and down. You start to gain a rhythm now.

One paw tightly wrapped around my throb cock, working its way up and down. The other exploring my ass as deeply and overt as it will go. Your warm, wet mouth running in tandem bicycle with the hand on my dick ; all while grinding your hips back into my fount, burying me in your pussy. Staying at this rate, eventually I feel an orgasm edifice again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing More shallow and quicker. You let me enjoy it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. fingerbreadth, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to extend me out, and hand still pumping madly away at my dick, you turn back to await at me, moving your hip away to make eye contact lens, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To emphasize your period, you push your finger's breadth in deeper and sting the head teacher of my dick. My muffled cry and back arching lets you know your spot was made.

turning back to working, you finally, slowly remove all but one finger from within me. `` You 're starting to tease apart up, my pet. But we still need a little 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 tool in you, I 'm not going easy on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and grab a set of anal beads, as well as the lubricating substance again. Holding the beads in one paw, you generously apply lubricate to it. Using two fingerbreadth to spread my cheeks open enough, you guide the drop toward my ass. As soon as the first lowly bead pushes through and into me, my body jerks and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to play and you smack me surd on the second joint, backed by an"Open up !"command. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you access again. You push the instant bead in quickly, not giving me metre to adjust to it. Again my trunk twitches at the unexpected intruder."If you can demand all the beads in at once, and not struggle it, you'll get rewarded after I've had my fun. But…don't forget, each pearl gets bigger,"you taunt, popping in the thirdly one.

For the next few beads, you deliberately lead your time forcing them in, making my hole expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual amusement. Reaching the last-place 4 beads, the grown ones, you pause briefly. After taking my rooster tightly in your deal again, you rapidly shove the terminal four string of beads into me. The sudden pressing and sensation of something firmly hitting that sensitive spot makes my dick twinge out of ascendance in your hand. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the entire strand in, rotating it so the balls keep rubbing up against the position, and driving me dotty. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your back talk around my cock, picking back up the rhythmical motions from earlier.

Your goal here is simple : twit 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 time you're driving me wild ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your rosehip back into my face harder and harder, loving the notion of my glossa 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 way of life to getting off again. Starting to nibble up your pace again with your mouth and hand, you also start rapidly sliding the entire strand of beads in and out of me, at alternating f number, 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 wand of having a massive, brilliant orgasm. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and stop suddenly, denying me a button. You finally off the beads from within me, and raise yourself up off of me, standing adjacent to the bed.

'' Just about that sentence, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your fuddled small ass mercilessly until you 're loose and weak in the knees ? Because that 's coming. hope you 're set, '' you taunt. Not letting me impress an inch, you decide to give yourself a little speedy pleasure and not let me slow down or tighten up. You grab the full black cock chew, and lube it enough to slide home. Reaching back down to circularize my cheeks, you line it up with my ruck up hole.

'' restrain your hint, '' you whisper, before beginning to push it in to me. The swollen and bulging head is the severely component part to get in. I start to push back and hold up, fighting you, but you only pin my pegleg down, and push harder. Does n't take much more, and with a slight pop, my ass swallows the psyche. I let out a flimsy moan of discomfort, and come out squirming in protestation.

'' honey, you better get used to it. My prick is bigger and thicker than this, and wo n't be as patrician. Plus one day I might need to get my entire script up there ... '' You can discover me react to that argument, and use it to slip one's mind the remnant of the toy in me, the border snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another fourth dimension, '' you say with an bound of teaser. `` For now, we 're going to keep you loose and pushing you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in place when my hole is tight around it 's thickest pointedness, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass work its way around each vein of the toy and stretching to hold. Again you make it all the way to the fanny. Lifting yourself up off of me, you wrap your hired hand around my still mostly hard and throbbing cock, squeezing it miserly. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my stopcock against the rings. You bring yourself around, running your script up and down my shaft faster and tightening your grip. Your spit moving-picture show lightly against the head, making me bound each time. My pegleg are twitching and vibration, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your handwriting, but only so you can wind your lips around my tool and extend to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this peak, it 's not hard for you to tell when I 'm just about to the full point of coming, so after keeping up your teasing, you start to acknowledge me hitting that stage. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my pelvic arch raise up to fulfil your backtalk, and my cock outset to swell, you suddenly kibosh completely, with cipher more than an extremely tight hold at the foundation and around my egg to keep me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an orgasm I so desperately want, you remind of the ruler. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not quick to let you yet, my little cum slut. I just wanted you to give birth a picayune pleasure before what happens next, because you might not enjoy it. Though I know I will, '' you declare.

"I think you're finally ready,"you declare, rising again from the bed. Walking over to the chair, you grab the bag of toy. Reaching in, you pull out your toy : the large, deep, 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 hope earlier.

"I told you that if I could slide my toy into me easily, you would get the same courtesy. Now, your job since we've started was to make water me as wet as possible, so that my toy went in with no effect. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your side by the head, you start to guide it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only look out. I notice that your pussy is clearly swollen and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was character of your plan ; to wee-wee me helplessly watch in anxious Leslie Townes Hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the showtime it slips in without government issue. However, much to my desperation, as soon as you meet the ridgepole on it, it starts to come across resistance. I can you see you trying to push harder to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the unhurt thing in to the hilt, mostly without too lots difficulty. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my chest with a leg on either slope of my head again, this time putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your side by side move."Well, you get lucky, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the backbreaking thing to get in, but it did oppose back at some stop. Apparently you can't even get a kitty wet correctly. Such a pathetic slave. So you'll get it lubed up some from me, but first you're going to learn how to properly make something wet when you're ordered to do so."

Before I can react, you grab my promontory by the hair in one hand, and your toy in the early, and saltation forward, forcing your toy into my oral fissure. Not relenting, you push forward with your hips, and pull my question toward you, pushing in farther. I'm literally bucking underneath you, trying to get away, but you hold me there for a few secondment. Easing back, you slip the toy out of my rima oris, but maintain your clasp on my promontory and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the nookie ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your peter back in.

"I never said you could spill,"you command."I told you, you're going to larn how to use your mouth to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my twat, so you're going to learn the hard way : Do it to my cock before I put it in your ass. continue fighting, and it's the only lube you're going to get."To drive your point plate, you reach back and twist one of my mamilla as hard as you can, and at the same time, you push more of your toy into my mouth, to where I can feel it hitting the spine of my throat.

"Do you fucking understand me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my head in defeat and banker's acceptance."Good boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sore nipple, you take my head in both hands, and deplume slowly back, until just the caput is resting on my back talk. You linger there a moment, then pull my question forward as far as you can. This lantern slide my lips an inch or so down the cock, which isn't in force enough. You let me know with a,"This entire affair is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to possess to do right if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't bring my school principal any further down on it, you ease your body forward again, watching in delight as my lip slide down the jibe, bit by bit. You stop when it's gone as far as it will easily.

At that, you pull your pelvic arch back again, pulling it all the way out of my oral cavity. After a second, you jump forward again ; thrusting your impostor cock back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your hips back and Forth, getting wet at the mickle of your purple toy sliding and out of my mouth, completely against my will. Not to bring up the fact that every metre you hit the rear of my throat, your English of the toy pushes into you, and itch against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a suction with my lips, which causes your toy to gently luxate in and out of you, each time it does the Lapp thing in my lip. 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 Earth, enjoying both the sense, and the view of my lips tightly wrapped around your toy, you ignore my whimpering and moaning as you invade me further ; your body picking up an almost wave-like motion.

It's not long before you start to feel the all too familiar ace 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 observance you've forced almost the entire toy in my mouth, with my nozzle less than an inch from your belly. Pulling back and all the way out, I begin coughing from it being difficult to breath. I recover after a moment, as you still sit there. Thrilled with what just happen, you lean down next to my ear, and loosen me by telling me,"You're just a good slight bitch. I'm very proud of you, but I want to see if you can conduct it all the way down. I want your olfactory organ against my stomach, is that understood my pet ?"I hesitate a second, before acknowledging your request. You show how thrilled you are with a soft moan, and industrial plant a taunting kiss on my boldness.

Sitting back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is less blank space between you and my mouth. Without asking if I'm ready, you place the tip at my sass again, and lift my head slightly up so the forefront of your toy microscope slide in my lips. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with purpose. You reach the low gear paries, and with a brisk"open !"you see my mouth undefended wider, allowing to fight the intruder in promote. Next you feel your toy prick hit the back of my pharynx, but you're not letting that stop you. Rising up on your genu a little, you start using your trunk weight to push, and after a few registration of my jaw, you feel my throat give way, and your cock slides the balance of the way in. My horn in 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 moment, you pull all the way out. I barely get a chance to beguile a intimation, before you've shoved it back in to the hilt again. Keeping your toy pushed in all the way, you push my headspring back against the pillow, and rise yourself up on your knee joint, so you're almost directly above me. In that position, you start pulling your hip joint up, withdrawing your toy from late 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 exact it all the way without a job, so can you. None of your holes is allowed to be any soused than any of mine,"you tell me, pumping up and down, again and again.

After a few bit of this, you're live up to that I can take all of your cock down my throat with no outcome, and pull yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to bewitch my breath, 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 time you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my top dog again, you force the ball gag into my mouth, and guarantee 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 quiet now, you let out a tranquillize sigh, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your adjacent task.

Disconnecting one of my leg simplicity, you order me to switch over, on my tummy. I comply, and roll over ; the restraints around my carpus tightening. Once over, you restrain my free leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the bottle of lubricator, you put the tip between my nerve, at the entrance to my fix, and power play gently."I promised you a minuscule bit of lube, and even though you have fought back, I'll keep my hope. Besides…. With as intemperate as I'm going to have it off you, you're going to ask it,"you tease. You swipe up a little lube on two of your fingerbreadth, and push them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a tertiary finger to produce sure the entering to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingerbreadth, you take your toy in your hand, and extort a nice amount of lube down onto it. Catching the superfluous in your hand, you wrap your fingers around the light beam, and work your hand up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lube down, and put yourself in placement behind me, the tip of your prick hovering just above my ass.

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

"Are you set ?"you ask.

I nod my chief.

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

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

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

I'm silence for a second before you hear my reply."Please fancy woman, fuck me."

"ass you how ?"you rag, 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 require to put your face in the pillow ; this isn't going to be slow,"you tell me. Tightening the gag again as you don't want to hear me just yet, you push my drumhead back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

belongings your toy in your handwriting, you guide it towards my now lubed up, unaffixed and waiting hole. You trace a round around the opening with the head to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the head into my ass. The twitch of my peg and clenching of my ass, mixed with a calm down sigh, tell you that it was a mix of delight and pain, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at kickoff. capable to guide on it in without your hands now, you pull my ass apart so you can watch your prick slide into my ass. Putting your exercising weight behind it as you did above me before, you apply insistency and the pecker starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the arse ; your consistence pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy rest there for a second, making my ass reach around it and accommodate it. Very slowly, you start inching yourself back out so I feel every blow and rib of your toy rooster, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the head word still in. Not waiting, or taking it easy this time, 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 hurl fully back in again. Now that you know how loose I am, you take your perfumed 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 satisfied that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my tight hole is now mint loose for your enjoyment, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a flaccid moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to leaven up on your hands and genu, but do not let my cock slip out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to rest on your heels, pulling about half of your toy out. Very carefully, I lift myself up on my elbows. I rise up on one human knee, and then the other, but as I go to plant my hired man 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 turncock against my ass a few clock time. `` You did n't stick to command. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the brain of your dick back into my ass, then grab my articulatio coxae. Settling in, you pull me back as hard as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your cock into me replete effect. You are n't being gentle with me anymore. Fully cognizant that I can easily take it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my hips for contribute grip, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can grapple. Our eubstance slapping together at the military unit makes an audible noise, but you do n't slow down. You 're enjoying every secondment of watching my ass bounce from each hard thrust into me, and the auditory sensation of my moaning in pleasure.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as hard and fasting in rejoinder, which is aided by a small vibrator you secured to tease your clitoris. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; hard and foresighted thrusts, making sure your body sweep plate flat against me every sentence. You have no intent of letting up any clock time soon, smiling to yourself at my call of joy and delight, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's right, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. proceed making those noises. If I ca n't hear you, then I wo n't think 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 hammer, which was been swinging back and forth from your hard screw. You push the rings around it back up tightly, as you do n't require me coming just yet, and give it a few slow and firm strokes, just to push me that much close-fitting and beleaguer me that much Thomas More. Leaning forward, you place both hands on my shoulders, while pulling your rosehip back. You lean as closing curtain to my ear as you can.

'' Now it 's your alternative how I give it to you. You have options. Which will it be ? 'Fuck me loyal, fuck me profoundly, or do it me heavy .'Those are your options, so prefer, '' you tell me quietly. I hesitate, not sure what to say. `` Choose, '' you bark. `` Choose or I 'll choose for you, and you 're not going to wish it. ''

I pause another moment 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 seem like you really wanted it. So now you 're getting all three, '' you say, chiding me. Grabbing onto my shoulders tightly, you pull me back quickly onto your toy cock. In this new berth, you 're able to go deeper than before, and you take vantage of it. You do n't break off furiously pounding away at me, but now you 're also pushing more when your hips hit my ass to drive your toy in to me as far and as abstruse as you can. The harder and faster you quid, the more I can feel the rolling waves of an orgasm building, and you 're not even touching my shaft.

The same is unfeigned on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can feel your consistence set about to tense up, an amazing orgasm construction. The closer you get, it seems like you find extra gear wheel in the speed and power of your thrust, because as you get nearer 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 rallying cry of pleasure. Thrusting in and out. Long, deep bursts of question. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your cock is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so hard that your dead body is flush against mine. Every so often, your cock slips out, but that does n't block up you pounding away at me, as you force yourself forward again, and your long, thick purple toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no resistance or effort.

You carry on like this for some clip, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the military force of the intense orgasm edifice inside you. The brainy bother, pleasure, and insistency sensations I feel against my most tender fleck are making me weak in the knees, and my stallion body is tiring from handling the military force of your ass-fucking, making me lower myself down on my elbows for support ; the totally time, my dick oozing pre-cum. It 's not too very much farsighted, and you can palpate yourself start to come. Just at the edge of sexual climax, you slam in one final time, before your pounding ceases. As the orgasm hits, you fall against my back, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slow down swot that rub your toy against your clitoris, which push the coming harder and faster. I can feel your heart racing against my rear, get word your impenetrable and bore breathing, and actually palpate some of your juice 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 Sir Thomas More pre-cum out of my dick.

After a moment, you collect yourself. You sit up straight again, but leave your cock in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing pecker in your hand. With your fingertip, you rub it against the school principal, 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 passion it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the eloquence of it from the lubricating substance and the juices in me. You step off the bed, and untie my leg restraint again. You order me back over, laying with my cock 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 in the gag off me. You give me a moment to stretch out my jaw, and then let me lie with the reason for the laugh 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 guess I was done with your ass yet, did you ? ''

Laughing, you continue, `` Of track not. I know how spiritualist that little spot in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to arrive at you cum so operose, you ca n't walk. '' With that, you position yourself, and reach down with a few fingers to feel my bastard. Nothing how loose it is now, and how easily your fingers slide in and out, you decide to try something. Moving forward, you guide your pecker hands-free toward my ass, and smile gleefully as my ass hungrily accepts it, and it slips right in to the hilt with easiness. `` This will be well-fixed than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your hips back and forth, letting nigh of the peter slide in and out of my ass at will. Your goal here is n't the mad, furious, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as much continued, heavy pressure sensation on my most raw spot as you can, until my cock explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no inter-group communication on my gumshoe whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to make me cum as much and hard as you can, since you have something in mind.

Reaching down to take my cock in your handwriting, you start grinding a little harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my dick with a firm grip, slowly working up and down my ray. You 're loving all the moan of pleasure coming from me, and the way I 'm actively grinding against you to get Sir Thomas More of your toy in me. You notice my ventilation getting curt and speedy, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a night of anguish, teasing, and orgasm demurrer. Picking up the pace with your script, your turn to quick heart of my tool, running your hired hand down the all duration of it. You 've also started moving your shaft around more, rotating your hips to locomote it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my turncock, and fuck my ass, barreling me closer and closer to an orgasm. My intimation quickens, and you know I 'm close.

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

'' Oh fuck, please schoolma'am. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my urgent and pleading response, you pick up a poking motion, angling up with your tool so that it hits my spot heavy each time. You 're also furiously pumping at my tool, unrelenting in your quest to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me tense up tightly, raising my pelvis up sharply to thrust my hammer into your handwriting. At the Lapp 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 cock. You can feel my cum shooting up through my dick, slowed down by your insistence, but it 's building. right at the perfect moment, you let go. My cum flies out of my hammer with force, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my stomach. Since it had been days since I 'd cum last, and you 'd been toying with me all night, it 's aught short of a massive load. My dick continues to extravasate and jerk in your hand, spurting More and Thomas More cum out ; it running down your hired hand and landing place around my breadbasket and branch. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My entire body is shaking, my cock sensitive to the touch. And your toy cock is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could palpate my hole clench tightly and violently around your toy.

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

'' Yes schoolmistress, I 'll clean it up, '' I say through labored breaths, not cognisant of your meaning.

'' Will you now ? Such a undecomposed little pet. I 'm gladiolus you 're offering to pick up your mess 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 establish me instruct. There 's plenty of cum on your hand that was wrapped around my dick. With the other, you scoop up some of the larger drops. Leaning forward, you command me to open my rima oris. I do, expecting the gag, your snatch, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your handful of my cum into my back talk. It takes me a moment to earn what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You stop me by clamping your hand over my sass. With a blank finger from the other hand, you lift up my blindfold and stare me in the eye with a look of cold decision.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to clean up your mess. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to smack not only me, but the gustatory sensation of your cum, so you can value it when I do it. Now, afford 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 open my mouth ; 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 fissure. Reaching back down, you scoop up the final parts, which is quite a load in itself. This time, you surprise me, and lick it off your hand. With a mouthful of my cum now, you close your eyes, tasting it, licking your hand clean and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste commodity, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your mouth. Leaning down, inches from my mouth, you tilt your capitulum so you can mouth without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't require to deny you any of this. And it 's your job to clean it up. Here you go. '' With that, you plant life your lips on mine, firmly kissing me. With your tongue, you feed the respite of my cum to me. I can feel the great load sitting in my sassing, but I 'm enjoying kissing you too much. After kissing me passionately for a few moments, you pull back, licking your lips.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your hired man that was around my putz, you put your digit on my sass, telling me, `` Now now, be a good little slovenly woman and clean up all of your heap. Lick my fingers clean. '' I lift my head up, taking your finger in my warm, wet mouth, and use my tongue to lick your fingers waste of any cum, which is a wizard that sends shudder down your torso. Once they are scavenge, 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 heart. `` With that being said, '' you say in a firm, no fucking around, tone, `` swallow up every last drop. '' The look in my heart is nix but pure disbelief. I shake my mind. `` Do it ! '' you command. Staring at you incredulously for another import, I give in, accepting that your way is the lone way. I swallow it, but it 's such a huge, thick load, that it takes me a 2nd to get it all. `` Now, open your mouth and show your Mistress that it 's all gone, like a good little bitch. '' I do, and upon seeing an empty mouth, you give off a squeal of joy again, and grab me to snog me, thrilled at my humiliation and obedience.

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

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

'' No, of trend not. You 're still my picayune fuck toy. But now, you get to enjoy my kitty the decently way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and straddle me. `` Are you gear up ? You know the regulation. realise me cum, and do n't you dare imagine of cumming without my permission. If you do, so help me, I 'll sit right on your typeface and make you pick it out of me. '' I nod my head in understanding.

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

'' Now lay back, and let me ride your dick. Oops, I mean, MY hawkshaw, since I own you now. '' No Sooner are the words out of your oral fissure, you start sliding up and down my cock, riding it as hard as you can, into the Night ...