He walks into the elbow room wondering where she was. All of a sudden he is pushed from behind and estate face first on the bed. The onrush was so sudden he couldn't even put his hands out to break his fall. A weight nation on his back, as he starts to scramble then he feels warm breath on his ear
"Don't move."the vox rustle.
He freezes, not exactly sure who it was. Could it be her ? He tries to turn his promontory to the side to see but the voice, so flabby and unrecognizable is nada but a warm moist breeze across his ear…
"Don't move."The phonation issues the command again.
He stops. Two hands slide up each of his arms and slowly crusade them up. The weight on his back break forward and he knows he could cast it off but strangely he doesn't motility. The hands continue to draw his arms up, the system of weights on his stake shimmy more, the hands caress his wrists and suddenly cuffs are clamped on. His heart speeds up…what's going on here…what is she doing ? ? He turns his head again to ask what the fuck is going on, when the voice, that warm voice says
"Don't move, don't make me tell apart you again."
He opens his mouth to speak but the voice breathes in his ear"Don't speak unless I tell you to."He is stunned.


He is stretched out on his stomach across the bed. Since he just got done jogging he is only wearing his gym short, his shirt, shoes and air sock were abandoned by the threshold when he came in. His wrists are cuffed so that he can barely displace. She, no someone, is sitting on his back, breathing command into his ear…and he likes it. He can't delay to see what comes next.
The voice says"On your knees."
He contemplates this…with his wrists cuffed he doesn't think he can get up on his knees. He has taken too long to do as The vocalization commands"You disappoint me, such a simple instruction and yet you fail to comply it. You must be punished."He sucked in his breathing place strangely afraid but turned on too…what was she doing to him ? What was she going to do to him ?
"On your knees"The part breathes into his ear.
He immediately begins struggling up on his stifle. The weight aerodynamic lift from his rachis, The Voice has moved. Due to the cuffs his limb are spread up and out on the bed so as he works himself up on his knees he is left in a supplicant emplacement with his breast down on the bed but his ass up in the air. He wonders what comes future but before he could finish his thought something strikes him on his ass…it stings but didn't really hurt. *Crack* another hit, harder this time. *Crack* a tertiary hit, he cries out in surprise and maybe a bit of annoyance. It stops, as sudden as it starts. A hand gently caresses and scratch where the bang landed. It feels divine.
The Voice says"stretching back out on your stomach."
He complies quickly with this command. Suddenly arms reach around him and take hold of the waist ring of his shorts ... they are slowly worked down his legs along with his underwear. He is left au naturel, cuffed on his abdomen, his ass stinging and still wondering who The Voice is. Despite all of this, he has a raging operose on.

With his hard on pushing against the bed and no cue what's coming succeeding, he starts to turn his head, to just get a glimpse…
"Do I need to penalise you again ? Do not move."The interpreter whispers.
He stops no hesitation."back up on your knees"
He gets back up on his genu.
"Spread your legs"He spreads his legs."Oh my….someone appears to like this."The vocalization says.
She is speaking louder but still breathy and he is not certain it's her or not…but if it's not her, who could it be ? A cool deal light touch his balls and he sucks in a breath…cool fingers glide up his shot. A handwriting grasps him and strokes him, once…twice…and is gone. He feels something cushy and light across his back. It tickles but it also makes him hotter. What is that ? ? He does not move, he barely breathes. Slowly the voiced intuitive feeling moves from his back to his shoulder and up his arms. He can see that it is a short harvest with feathers attached on the end. The feather over his skin make him separate out in goose bumps, but he doesn't move. Slowly, oh so slowly, the feathering make their way back down his arms, across his face, down his neck and across his book binding. As they caress down his ass and across his ball, he gasps and groan. *Crack* the crop hits the cover of his second joint and bunco game. The feather immediately moves over the patch, soothing the bunko."Did I tell you to verbalize or make noise ?"The Voice queries.
Should he answer or not…he takes the prospect."No"
"No what ?"He can hear the smile in her voice.
"Um…No ma'am ?"*Crack* Another sting across his second joint and then the feathers.
"No what ?"The Voice asks again.
"No…um…Master ?"*Crack* Another lash and more feathers.
"No what ?"The vocalization asks again.
It finally clicks for him…"No Mistress"he replies and wait for the stinging thong again…it doesn't come. Instead he feels the cool finger glide over his sura and up his legs until they are gently stroking his hanging sac.
"You can be taught."The phonation says"So what shall I teach you future ?"


He is panting and response"Anything…everything, fancy woman"
A voiced laugh reaches his ears."So bore"The vocalisation breathes in surprisal.
The next affair he knows a soft cloth masquerade party is placed over his eye and the flexible band is placed behind his caput. He thinks he is wearing a dormancy mask and can effectively see nothing.
"What now, mistress ?"he asks. *Crack* A cilium across his ass this prison term, no feather this time to sooth the sting. *Crack* Another, harder lash *Crack* *Crack* He moans in hurting. *Crack* and finally the plume.
"I did not give you leave to speak."The Voice says. He opens his mouth to apologize but bites his knife and says nothing. She must be watching him
"Very proficient, learn the linguistic rule quick and this will be more pleasurable for you."The voice advises him.
A cool hand gently rubs a warm liquid across his stinging cheeks.
"This is baby oil and will sooth the ache."The representative tells him.
The paw strokes all over his ass and a finger's breadth gently slips down his crack, it is slick from the sister oil. It gently slides down to his sac. A warm hand grasps his sac and squeezes gently, oh so gently and wheel his balls around in her palm. The inunct hand coast up over his shaft and chafe her satiny fingers around the head of his putz. He is leaking pre-cum and she slides her finger's breadth through it and strokes his beam of light up and down, squeezing a bit harder and harder with each stroke. He feels his orchis draw up and knows he is about to have got one of the best orgasms of his life….then she stops. Nothing….the hand is gone.


He is frozen on the edge, if she would just stir him he would go off, but it is as if she has just disappeared. No tinge, no sound and because of the mask, no deal. After what feels like an infinity
"You do not get to cum unless I permit it. Nod if you understand."
He nods. He is so hard, like iron…if he could only rub on the mattress he could get off and it would be better. He tries to subtly lower himself down to comfort the ache in his orchis. *Crack* *Crack* Crack* threesome concentrated lashes in a row, two on his ass and one on his second joint.
"I said not to move."The Voice purrs. The feathering are back."Did you think training would be easy ?"
He realizes she has asked a question and says"No Mistress."
Again with the silence, he is starting to wonder if she has left when the bed dips down in presence of him. A leg falls over one berm and then the other. His breathing space quickens. He is not sure what comes next.
The Voice comes from in front of him."I am going to motivate down and you are going to eat my pussy. You will be my directions and if I cum, you will be rewarded."She didn't ask a questions, so he doesn't answer.
"Very good."The Voice says."Do you interpret my directions ?"
"Yes, kept woman"He replies
"Repeat them"The phonation says.
"You are going to scoot down and I will eat your pussy. I will do what you say and if you cum, I will be rewarded."He replies.
He waits, her wooden leg are still thrown over his articulatio humeri and he can smell her arousal…slowly he feels the bed move and lifts his pass. Her cunt is justly under his mouth and nose, he can smell it. However, he doesn't move. He waits.
The Voice says"Now."And he goes.
He dips his head down and tend his lingua up her puss, this lets him get laid where everything is, since he is blindfolded. He doesn't feel any pubic hair's-breadth so he knows she is clean shaven. He nuzzles his boldness against her snatch and forces his lingua into her dent. He laves her until he finds that trick spot. His lingua flicks out and teases the tiny nub. She moans and writhes beneath his mouth. He know he will create her cum and be rewarded. He sticks his tongue out as far as it will go and rams it into her entrance while the very tip of his intrude gently brushes her clit. He wishes it were his dick he was ramming in her. He has never been so hard in his life-time. She starts to push against his spit, trying to make love his spit. He starts laving her button again and the bidding start"suction it."
He opens his mouth and gently sucks her clitoris into his mouth, he sucks a bit harder and harder still. She moans and gasp against him.
"stoppage and lick me"
He does, he runs his tongue from one end of her slit to the other. He just licks her, gently probing her hatchway.
"knife fuck me"she demands.
Immediately he impales her with his tongue. He rams his tongue in as far as he can and revolve it. She is panting faster and faster, rubbing harder and harder against his nerve. Suddenly she clenches, he can feel it around his spit and she explodes in his lip, on his human face.
"Eat it"she screams.
And eat it he does. He continues to lick her until the quaking aftershocks have quieted."Mmmm….you have earned a reward."She says.


A reward ? He wonders what that will mean.
"Lay back down on your stomach."The representative says.
He doesn't even hesitate now ; he just complies as quickly as he can. As he slides down the bed, his hard-on painfully pokes into the mattress. He resists the urge to mash his rose hip into the bed, but it's tough to do. After a bit he feels something cool and slick sliding up his leg and across his ass and over his spinal column. He can't tell what it is. It seems to be a quiet roofy of some kind…with knots in it, but smoother ? He just can't Tell. Eventually they stop and The phonation is back.
"You did well."
He says nix, doesn't even move. The knotted rope is now coiled up on his spinal column, not moving.
"You have pleased me greatly."The vocalisation purrs."I will now reinforce you."
He didn't think it was possible but his cock grows even harder, he is anticipating a interchangeable act. He is thinking of warm lips on his gorge cock, it's almost enough to make him cum right then. Slowly the R-2 on this back uncoils, it seems warmer from lying on his hide.
"Back up on your knees."The Voice says.
He assumes the position he is becoming accustomed to. He does not pass around his knees ; he waits to see if she will tell him to.
"Very beneficial. Now spread your legs, boy."The Voice tells him.
He slowly works his branch apart. Immediately he feels her hands rubbing over his ass. She seems to be rubbing lotion or oil on him. He stifles a moan. The hands work down to his sac hanging, so hard. She grasps him in both hands, hired man that are warm up from the lotion or oil and slowly massages his balls between her palms. The sensation is so extraordinary, he can barely breathe, but he knows he can't let go until she says so. One deal works it way further between his ramification and snap up his cock. It's oil, he thinks, it smooth and silky. She starts pumping her hand up and down his cock. Her early hand slide back to his ass crack and she runs a fingerbreadth back and Forth across his son of a bitch. The fist around his cock starts to decelerate down and the fingerbreadth at his ass starts to intrude. He is lost in a sea of sensations and can barely remember his own name. The oil coated finger's breadth slowly slips into his ass, not a good deal, just up to the start knuckle, and then it's pulled out. The ho-hum finger's breadth exploration of his ass resumes. The fist grabbing his cock, still slowly pumps away. All of a sudden, there is a pressure and a brief botheration and something is in is ass.
"Do you know what that is ?"The interpreter asks.
"N-N-No"He stammers breathlessly.
"These are anal drop. I will slowly forge them into your ass. This is your reward."She tells him.
He can't even think, the insistence then the moderation as the next astragal sliding board in is an unspeakable feeling. The spirit of the beads pressing against heart he never knew he had are sending shooting wiz straight to his glob. Suddenly everything catch. He listens, and hears her panting behind him.
"Now here comes your reward…don't cum until I say."She grasps his cock hard and starts pumping him fast, at the same meter she starts pulling the beading out of his ass. As she pulls them out, she counts.
"Five."
And a bead pops out, rubbing against his oversensitive nerves, the fist grips harder and pumps up and down.
"Four."
Another drop slides out. He has never felt like this before. He needs to cum so bad, it's borderline pain and pleasure.
"ternary, Two."
Two pearl come out in ready chronological succession. He groans, he can't assistant it. He is going to snap. She is still gripping his cock, pumping him profligate and faster. sensation is gathering at the foundation of his spine, shooting out to his balls and up his ray of light. He is going to flub. All of a sudden she yells…"ONE….Do it now ! !"
And he does, he cums so hard and long he thinks he's going to pass out. As the jizz flies from his cock, she keeps pumping him until he is dry. He is gasping and panting and realized that he has never cum like that in his life. He also realizes that he is still cuffed and unbelievably he is still hard.

He blinks and realizes that he has fallen over on his side. He is not sure but he may hold dozed off for a few moment. The succeeding thing he realizes is that the blind fold is gone ; he must let dozed off…or perhaps passed out and individual removed it. Regardless of how powerful that orgasm was, he is still insanely turned on. While his prick is not as massively hard and throbbing as it had been, it is still plenty hard. His skin spirit alive and tingly in a way he has never experienced before. Slowly he realizes that he smells a cigarette burn. He starts to move his promontory to line the informant of the locoweed but stops. He doesn't know if he is allowed to move yet. He can't conceive how lots seems to have changed in so fiddling sentence. It's like a switch was flipped in his forefront and now he craves her commands.
"You can motivate, as much as your handlock allow."The representative says on an exhale of sess.
He lifts his school principal and sees her. She is sitting in the chair by his press, it is in shadows and she is wearing a black domino masque, a corset that pushes her breasts up so far that it seems like they are spilling out…and a black garter without any step-in. A pair of second joint high stockings and flush are abandoned by the bedroom room access. He looks back at her. Her hairsbreadth is piled on top of her head and wisps are floating around her cervix.
"How did you like your debut, boy ?"She asks.
He is speechless, he can not put into wrangle about how he feels about what just happened. She doesn't seem to be in a hurry to hear he thinks about his answer. ignominy, joy, guilt, arousal, excitement…he feels them all but doesn't roll in the hay how to present his resolution."Well ?"The Voice draws out.
He simply replies"I like my introduction, Mistress."
"Good solvent, boy. Are you set up for your following lesson ?"She asks.
"Yes, Mistress."He says with Brobdingnagian excitement. At this statement, she stands up and picks up a bag from the floor at the side of the bed. He had not seen it sitting down there. She empties the bag on the bedside board. There are several sorts of items in it….tubes of ointment and crude oil, condom, harvest and small whips, things that look like clamp, forget me drug and zip standoff, mask and ear nag, and several dildos in so many size. He glances at the token arrayed on the table and then looks at her….eyes encompassing, breath heaving.
"I will not cause you permanent damage."She says to him."This is for your pleasure as much as it is mine. If you are closely to reaching your threshold, simply say Pillow. If you are pushed up to or past your doorway, simply say Blanket. I will stop. Do you understand ?"
"Yes."He says.
Almost faster than his optic can get across she snatches a crop off of the table and brings it down on top of his thigh *Crack* *Crack* She leans over him and whispering
"Yes, what ?"
He whimpers it hurt where she hit him ; it appears that play time is over. He swallows and response"Yes, Mistress."
"Very well. Are you set to continue ?"She asks him.
He sits silent for a min, really thinking about this. He glances at the table and the various items on it. He looks at her, holding the crop in one hand and tapping it against her former medallion. Is this really what he wants ? Is this something he can watch thru with ? He realizes that the succeeding words out of his oral cavity could convert his biography forever……