Quiet, and darkness. Those are the merely thing I can feel right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands bound behind my back, blindfold over my oculus. Have n't heard much of a speech sound since you put me like this and told me to await, quietly. Soon I hear the voiced footfall of you padding across the base to me. silence again before I feel the sudden, precipitous sensation of your teeth on my earlobe. I gasp out at the surprisal only to have it met with your handwriting across my sassing and a harder, stinging bite on my neck opening. I feel your hands running down my chest and your breast on my back as you run your clapper up to my ear, giving it a soft kiss before whispering to me.

'' You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be goodness and obey and you 'll enjoy it. I promise you an orgasm that you 'll experience for twenty-four hour period. Fight me, and you will regret it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your words are playful and delicate, but I can sense the seat flavour behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

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

'' unfold your mouth, '' you order. My rima oris opens slowly and is instantly full-of-the-moon of your already moist twat. I slip my tongue in as far as it can go, rolling it and flicking it inside you ; my rim rubbing against your clit. `` There you go, '' you say. `` Get me skillful and wet so I can slip my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the same treatment. ''

Letting these Scripture roil around in my head apparently becomes detectable to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's in good order, pet. I 'm going to fuck your ass. I 'm going to slip my purple cock into your fast little ass, and British pound you until you 're weak. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that realisation cesspool in, I evidently get distracted and drop off focus on my oral tariff, to your displeasure. You make this fact clear to me with a pinch to my nipple. 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 passing indorsement, as my tongue slips all over you, I can feel you getting wetter and wetter. The balmy groan, and fast gasps of air I can hear escaping your back talk tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few proceedings of this, you stop me. You do n't say anything to me, but you were close to coming, and started to get weak in the knees. `` Lean forward, put your face on the bed, '' you tell me. I lower myself down, burying my face on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my stage. I can hear you moving around, and suddenly sense something cold and slick case between my ass cheeks. It takes a secondly before I realize that it 's your lubed up finger. I can sense you tracing around my rumple hole, making the area around it as wet and greased as you can. My large breathing of first moment gets worsened as you slip your finger's breadth inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and contain my breath, expecting to sense your toy slide up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that clip yet. This is just to help loosen you up. '' I relax as your finger retirement from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something magnanimous and wider. I start to wrestle away, but you throw your arm over me and hold my hips in lieu and in one bland movement, jostle 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 production line you leave. Lost in thinking at the marvelous notion of your nails, and trying to make out to condition with the intruder in my ass, I 'm jarred from this train of thought abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the shakiness on the bullet to full-of-the-moon, without warning. Initially tense, I start to give in to how pleasurable the whizz are ; squirming and rocking slightly, slight moans escaping from my brim. Pleased with my reaction, you decide to play a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my backbone, and lean toward my rear. Taking the cord in your hand, you begin to pull the bullet out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the wall of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing hole, you pull a little harder until just the very border of the toy is poking out of my ass. ineffectual to defend against the intense sentiency rolling across my body from this, I tense up, my target apparently hungry to have the toy back in me. Unfortunately, it slips out. `` Bad boy, '' you chide. `` If you ca n't play with your plaything correctly, then we wo n't feature them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those Bible, you kneel behind me again. This time, you push the hummer back in me, following it with your fingers and jamming it as cryptic as you can. `` There ... .Now it should be safe in there. '' I 'm already panting and squirming at what 's going on, but you take it up a snick by flicking your clapper across my shivering asshole. This sends me wild and a labored `` Oh, God yes '' escapes my backtalk.

'' 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 slip of the lingua.

'' I mean, yes, schoolmistress. ``

'' Very good. '' Keeping up with making me shudder in pleasure with your glossa, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my peg and stroking my cock. I can not process all these overwhelming sensations happening to the most sensible percentage of my body, all at one time and rapidly feel an sexual climax construction. After a few more mo of this, I 'm on the brink. I can barely hold back. The heavy, throbbing quivering deep in my ass, the warm wetness of your tongue on my asshole, and the subdued squeezing of your hand around my cock are all contributing to what I can order is going to be a massive climax. My breathing quickens and I start to strain 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 resist again but you stop me short. `` You 've had stack of pleasure, now it 's my twist. Up on the bed, on your book binding, and counterpane, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You stop me long 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 midsection, and spread my branch 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 quoin of the bed, pulling the straps as tight to the bound as you can. I try to run an arm, but do n't get more than an inch, if that. And I ca n't move my branch 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 mitt across my chest as the early chemise between your legs to play with my dick again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my peter when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the favor by nipping at my ear and sinking your tooth and sassing into my cervix, your paw never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can tell you grab something from off the bed. The next thing I 'm aware of is a leg on either side of my psyche, from you kneeling over me. The only rationality I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly pull your knees close, effectively locking my head in place. Without warning, you drop down the remainder of the way until you 're covering my face between my eye and Kuki with your toothsome kitty. The sudden fondness and wetness smothering me jounce me for a second, but I quickly recover and eagerly luxate my tongue in you, tasting your juice and breathing you in. I ca n't help myself but to countermand my head up, trying to swallow up my natural language deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your hips against me, running your fingerbreadth through my hair and grabbing smattering with each exquisite wavelet of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my mouth, and soaking my fount. The taste of you, and the lovesome feeling of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more belligerent. I nip playfully at your backtalk, and silently smile at the frisson and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my teeth lightly. The sense impression ripping through your body, racing at break-neck swiftness are making your skin crawl, and your body shake, taking you to edge, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to combat this.

stopping your grinding against my face momentarily, and having to fight 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 sensible area, picking up your slow back and forward apparent motion against me. Thoroughly loving the sounds you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the bit. Not giving me a bit ease, you remind me I have a task ahead of me in pleasing you. `` Just because I 've got this, does n't signify you get to stop, '' you chide. Focused back on the undertaking at hand, I go back to arousing you with my natural language, now working in bicycle-built-for-two with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the adept of being deprived of my locoweed and feeling the dual vibrations of the bullet in me and your vibe in airless proximity to my face, or the enticing smell and appreciation of your dripping wet pussy, or the electric car sensation of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to drop off centering and any conscious sentiment as I lose myself in you, and you start to experience the sexual climax edifice and creeping down your rachis.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not very much longer, as you can barely attend on much long. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and stiffen up. Your hint catching in your throat, your skin electric with heighten sense datum. Finally, you feel it coming. The just hint I get to you being so close to the edge are some subtle clue. The force and power by which your free hand is grabbing handful of my hair. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your knees squeezing tighter and tighter against my head. Not trusted what to do, I just keep licking and massaging with my tongue. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and take over up, and the first gear gush of fluid spattering into my mouth, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a second to regain my composure, and I go back to oeuvre with my sass. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the coming rocketing all over your consistence, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One hand holding your toy in home on your now swollen and sensitive clit, the other rubbing your pussy with fervor, sending succus all over the place ; splashing against your body, spraying all over my face, running down my cheeks and chin, down my neck opening. This continues for a few More moments, effectively soaking my face and munition, 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 laboured breaths. I can wangle zip more than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your knocker is smothering my mouth. `` Mmmmm, good. You 've no mind how amazing that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you study the damage. Everything from my implements of war, down to my chest, is literally dripping, coated in your juices. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My first deal is your flushed face, a visible radiation, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the persona I 've been attending to for the last spell. Your kitty-cat is swollen and glistening, succus still seeping out slowly. I can finger a dip running down the outside of my lips, and I quickly scud my tongue out to grab it, as you taste phenomenal.

'' Mmmm ... I must savor amazing. Do I ? '' you tease.

'' Yes schoolma'am, '' I reply, the sting of my nipple still fresh in my idea. You lean down slowly and lightly run your tongue along my lips, lapping up the remaining succus, as if to savor yourself. You bite down on your low lip, seemingly savoring the gustatory sensation.

'' 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 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, sort of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and walking to the end. You uncuff my mortise joint and tell me to raise my peg up. I comply, and you take the cuffs around my ankle joint, and using gallop straps, you connect them to the strap binding my wrists. This keeps my leg up and back, but allows me to convert place 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 prospect, you climb back over me. However, this time your peg are on opposite face as you squat down over my nerve again, burying my font in your twat again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

lying stomach to stomach, you reach toward the bottom of the bed for one of the items you grabbed other. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my fount, you grab my cock in your hand again. Keeping your hairgrip house and tight, so as to forestall me from getting surd, you slip a couple rings on me. One around the bag of my chunk, two mean I around the base of my shaft ; designed to keep on me intemperate and sustain me being able-bodied to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussycat 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 contain with your rima oris. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my glossa, you refocus your attention to my lower half, still stroking my curing dick. With your free hand, you crack unfold a bottleful of lubricant and pour a little total on the head of my dick. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again ; your aim being to get me as hard as you can, as the rings take effect and keep me unbending for you to play with. You wipe up the excess lubricating substance with your still free hand, and slowly trace your finger down, between my nerve, and start rubbing it in a forget me drug around my jam. Wanting to work and explore more, you finally pull the still-vibrating heater from late in my ass. You slip in two finger's breadth as far as you can go, and begin rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the walls.

Noticing me starting to writhe in reaction, you take it to the next point and claim my cock in your lip. Slowly, you slide your sass down my dick, bit by bit, until you reach the bottom. Your mouthpiece tightens around it, and at the same meter, you push your fingers into my muddle as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your tongue along the side, making me finger every bit of the wild whiz. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your glossa ; your hand now running a firm grip up and down. You start to gain a rhythm now.

One hired man tightly wrapped around my throbbing pecker, working its way up and down. The other exploring my ass as deeply and open as it will go. Your warm, wet backtalk running in bicycle-built-for-two with the deal on my dick ; all while grinding your hips back into my face, burying me in your kitty. Staying at this footstep, eventually I feel an orgasm building again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing Thomas More shallow and quicker. You let me savor it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. Fingers, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to stretch me out, and hand still pumping madly away at my dick, you turn back to look at me, moving your hip away to stool eye link, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To underline your period, you push your fingers in deeper and bite the head of my putz. My muffled cry and back arching lets you know your point was made.

Turning back to working, you finally, slowly take away all but one fingerbreadth from within me. `` You 're starting to loosen up, my pet. But we still need a small more. Plus we have to get your tight piffling gob used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my putz 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 lube again. Holding the beads in one hand, you generously hold lubricate to it. Using two digit to spread my nerve candid enough, you guide the beads toward my ass. As soon as the first small bead pushes through and into me, my torso jerks and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to play and you smack me hard on the second joint, backed by an"outdoors up !"program line. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you access again. You push the second beading in quickly, not giving me meter to adjust to it. Again my body twitches at the unexpected intruder."If you can take all the bead in at once, and not fight it, you'll get rewarded after I've had my fun. But…don't forget, each bead gets larger,"you taunt, popping in the third one.

For the next few beads, you deliberately demand your clock time forcing them in, making my hole expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual amusement. Reaching the live 4 beads, the biggest one, you pause briefly. After taking my hammer tightly in your hand again, you rapidly shove the final four bead into me. The sudden pressure and sense experience of something firmly hitting that sensitive spot makes my putz tweet out of control in your manus. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the full strand in, rotating it so the balls keep rubbing up against the side, and driving me angry. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your backtalk around my peter, picking back up the rhythmic apparent movement from earlier.

Your goal here is elementary : Tease me endlessly, get me as close to coming as I can, but not allowing it, and loosening up my ass for you later. The hale time you're driving me wild ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your hips back into my face harder and harder, loving the belief of my lingua caressing your most sore areas. It's turning you on more and more, and getting you incredibly wet again, while also serving to put you on the path to getting off again. Starting to clean up your rate again with your mouth and hand, you also start rapidly sliding the entire strand of beads in and out of me, at alternating speeds, which drives my ass insane and starts to violently shove me toward coming.

For a few hour, this particular torture carries on, doing exactly what you intended it to do, and driving me insane. Yet again tonight, I'm on the scepter of having a massive, splendid orgasm. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and blockade suddenly, denying me a spillage. You finally remove the beads from within me, and ski tow yourself up off of me, standing succeeding to the bed.

'' Just about that time, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your sloshed niggling ass mercilessly until you 're loose and weak in the knees ? Because that 's coming. Hope you 're set up, '' you taunt. Not letting me move an inch, you decide to feed yourself a little prompt delight and not let me unstrain or tighten up. You grab the full bleak shaft plug, and lube it enough to slide household. Reaching back down to distribute my boldness, you line it up with my ruck up hole.

'' Hold your breathing space, '' you whisper, before beginning to push it in to me. The swollen and protuberant oral sex is the grueling part to get in. I start to push back and hold up, fighting you, but you only pin my pegleg down, and energy harder. Does n't take much more, and with a slight pop, my ass swallows the forefront. I let out a slight moan of discomfort, and start squirming in dissent.

'' dearest, you better get used to it. My cock is full-grown and thicker than this, and wo n't be as aristocratical. Plus one day I might want to get my entire hand up there ... '' You can see me react to that statement, and use it to slip one's mind the remainder of the toy in me, the edges snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another time, '' you say with an edge of tease. `` For now, we 're going to keep you loose and get-up-and-go you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in place when my trap is tight around it 's thickest gunpoint, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass piece of work its way around each nervure of the toy and stretching to oblige. Again you make it all the way to the bottom. Lifting yourself up off of me, you wrap your hand around my still mostly heavily and throbbing cock, squeezing it tight. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my cock against the halo. You bring yourself around, running your hired hand up and down my dig faster and tightening your grip. Your glossa flicks lightly against the head, making me bound each time. My ramification are twitching and shaking, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your hand, but only so you can wrap your lips around my cock and continue to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this point, it 's not unvoiced for you to recount when I 'm just about to the point of issue forth, so after keeping up your tantalization, you start to detect me hitting that stop. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my hips raise up to receive your mouth, and my cock showtime to tumesce, you suddenly lay off completely, with nothing to a greater extent than an extremely tight clutch at the base 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 rule. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not make to let you yet, my little cum hussy. I just wanted you to have a little pleasure before what happens following, because you might not savour 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 miniature. Reaching in, you pull out your toy : the large, chummy, ribbed, purple, double-ended strap-on. Stepping back over near me on the bed, you slowly, and carefully, tread into one leg strap, then the other, pulling it up. Standing very close to me, you remind me of your promise earlier.

"I told you that if I could slide my toy into me easily, you would get the same good manners. Now, your job since we've started was to hold me as wet as potential, so that my toy went in with no issues. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your face by the head, you start to maneuver it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only observe. I notice that your pussy is clearly swollen and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was section of your plan ; to shit me helplessly watch in anxious Leslie Townes Hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the starting line it slips in without emergence. 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 push surd to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the whole thing in to the hilt, mostly without too lots difficultness. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my breast with a leg on either side of my oral sex again, this time putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your next motility."wellspring, you get golden, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the heavy thing to get in, but it did fight back at some points. Apparently you can't even get a pussy wet correctly. Such a hapless 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 foreland by the hair's-breadth in one hired man, and your toy in the other, and parachuting forward, forcing your toy into my mouth. Not relenting, you push forward with your pelvic arch, and pull my drumhead toward you, pushing in farther. I'm literally bucking underneath you, trying to get away, but you hold me there for a few bit. Easing back, you slip the toy out of my oral cavity, but maintain your grip on my headland and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the screw ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your shaft back in.

"I never said you could tattle,"you command."I told you, you're going to learn how to use your mouthpiece to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my pussy, so you're going to watch the hard way : Do it to my cock before I put it in your ass. maintain fight, and it's the only lube you're going to get."To tug your head home, you reach back and distort one of my tit as hard as you can, and at the Saame time, you push more of your toy into my sassing, to where I can find it hitting the backbone of my throat.

"Do you fucking empathise me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my nous in licking and acceptation."Good boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensitive mammilla, you take my straits in both handwriting, and pull slowly back, until just the head teacher is resting on my backtalk. You linger there a present moment, then attract my school principal forward as far as you can. This slew my lips an inch or so down the beam, which isn't good enough. You let me know with a,"This integral thing is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to induce to do intimately if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't bring my head any promote down on it, you ease your physical structure 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 rosehip back again, pulling it all the way out of my oral fissure. After a 2nd, you jump forward again ; thrusting your fake cock back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your hips back and Forth, getting wet at the sight of your purple toy sliding and out of my mouth, completely against my will. Not to mention the fact that every time you hit the spinal column of my pharynx, your side of the toy pushes into you, and rubs against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a suck with my lips, which causes your toy to gently slip in and out of you, each prison term it does the same thing in my mouth. Naturally, this starts to get you red-hot 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 world, enjoying both the star, and the view of my rim 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 finger the all too familiar sensation 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 tending, you look down and posting you've forced almost the entire toy in my back talk, with my nose less than an inch from your tum. Pulling back and all the way out, I begin coughing from it being difficult to breath. I recover after a here and now, as you still sit there. Thrilled with what just chance, you lean down following to my ear, and tease me by telling me,"You're just a good little bitch. I'm very proud of you, but I want to see if you can postulate it all the way down. I want your nose 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 plant a taunting buss on my cheek.

Sitting back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is less space between you and my mouth. Without asking if I'm fix, you place the tip at my back talk again, and lift my head slightly up so the foreland of your toy slides in my lips. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with finding. You reach the initiatory paries, and with a brisk"out-of-doors !"you see my lip outdoors wider, allowing to push the intruder in advance. Next you feel your toy peter hit the spinal column of my pharynx, but you're not letting that plosive you. Rising up on your knees a little, you start using your body weight to push, and after a few readjustments of my jaw, you feel my throat chip in way, and your cock slides the rest of the way in. My nose is now firmly buried against your stomach ; your toy the hale way in.

You let out a squeal of joy, and after leaving it there a moment, you pull all the way out. I barely get a chance to overhear a breathing spell, before you've shoved it back in to the hilt again. Keeping your toy pushed in all the way, you push my head back against the pillow, and lift yourself up on your articulatio genus, so you're almost directly above me. In that berth, you start pulling your pelvic arch up, withdrawing your toy from deeply in my pharynx, until it's barely out. Then you let your body devolve back down again, driving it back down until it bottoms out. You repeat this over and over."If I can take it all the way without a trouble, so can you. None of your holes is allowed to be any tighter than any of mine,"you tell me, pumping up and down, again and again.

After a few moment of this, you're fulfil that I can take all of your turncock down my throat with no effect, and extract yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to catch my intimation, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my cheek, and grab the gag from the chairman."That's the last time you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my question again, you force the testis gag into my mouth, and stop up it tightly around my headway. 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 still suspiration, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your next job.

Disconnecting one of my leg restraints, you order me to flip over, on my abdomen. I comply, and roll over ; the control around my wrist joint tightening. Once over, you restrain my free leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the bottleful of lube, you put the tip between my cheeks, at the entrance to my cakehole, and squeeze gently."I promised you a slight bit of lube, and even though you have fought back, I'll keep my promise. Besides…. With as concentrated as I'm going to fuck you, you're going to require it,"you tease. You swipe up a picayune lube on two of your finger, and push them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a third finger to make sure the entry to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the finger, you take your toy in your mitt, and bosom a nice quantity of lubricator down onto it. Catching the spare in your hand, you wrap your fingers around the gibe, and work out your hand up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lube down, and put yourself in billet behind me, the tip of your tool hovering just above my ass.

Leaning forward to whisper in my ear, your toy settee in between my face. Biting my ear playfully, you whisper a interrogative to me.

"Are you cook ?"you ask.

I nod my header.

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

Able to suffice, I respond,"For you to make love me Mistress."

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

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

"roll in the hay you how ?"you bait, an almost playful teasing quality to your representative.

"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 face in the pillow ; this isn't going to be prosperous,"you tell me. Tightening the gag again as you don't want to hear me just yet, you push my head back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

property your toy in your hand, you guide it towards my now lubed up, loose and waiting gob. You trace a circle around the opening with the read/write head to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the drumhead into my ass. The twitch of my legs and clenching of my ass, mixed with a still suspiration, tell you that it was a mix of delight and pain, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at initiative. able to guide it in without your manpower now, you pull my ass apart so you can watch over your dick microscope slide into my ass. Putting your weight behind it as you did above me before, you apply pressing and the peter starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the bottom ; your torso pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy balance there for a second, making my ass stretch around it and hold 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 sentence, you quickly thrust the entire jibe all the way in, slamming into me. I cry out from the gag. Without any mercy, you pull out and thrust fully back in again. Now that you know how loose I am, you take your sweet time, getting the inside of me slick with lubricating substance. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lube to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're satisfied that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my wet yap is now plenty loose for your use, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a diffused moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to conjure up on your hands and knees, but do not let my cock slip out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to rest on your cad, pulling about half of your toy out. Very carefully, I lift myself up on my elbows. I rise up on one knee, and then the other, but as I go to plant life my hands down, I accidentally lean too far forward, and your toy slips out of me.

'' Tsk, tsk, '' is all I hear from you. I can experience you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your cock against my ass a few times. `` You did n't stick with 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 grab my pelvic girdle. Settling in, you pull me back as severe as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your putz into me full violence. You are n't being gentle with me anymore. Fully mindful that I can easily take it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my hips for sum up grip, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can manage. Our bodies slapping together at the strength makes an audible noise, but you do n't slow down. You 're enjoying every secondment of watching my ass spring from each tough thrust into me, and the audio of my moaning in delight.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as hard and fast in getting even, which is aided by a low vibrator you secured to tease apart your clit. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; hard and prospicient thrusts, making sure your organic structure mosh plate flat against me every time. You have no intention of letting up any time soon, smiling to yourself at my cries of joy and delight, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's decently, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. continue making those noises. If I ca n't take heed you, then I wo n't conceive you 're enjoying this, '' you say to me, before resuming your ceaseless ramming of me.

Eventually, you slow down for a second, to grab my tool, which was been swinging back and forth from your hard fucking. You push the annulus around it back up tightly, as you do n't require me coming just yet, and contribute it a few slow and house chance event, just to push me that much closer and tease me that much Thomas More. Leaning forward, you place both handwriting on my berm, while pulling your hips back. You lean as conclusion 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 make out me toilsome .'Those are your option, so choose, '' you tell me quietly. I hesitate, not certain what to say. `` Choose, '' you bark. `` Choose or I 'll pick out for you, and you 're not going to like it. ''

I pause another moment or so, before mumbling a sapless, 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 berm tightly, you pull me back quickly onto your toy pecker. In this new position, you 're able to go deeper than before, and you take vantage of it. You do n't end furiously pounding away at me, but now you 're also pushing more when your hips hit my ass to aim your toy in to me as far and as deep as you can. The harder and faster you quid, the more I can feel the rolling waves of an coming building, and you 're not even touching my dick.

The same is true on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can find your body start to tense up, an stick orgasm building. The finisher you get, it seems like you find duplicate geartrain in the swiftness and index of your push, because as you get nearer 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 outburst of question. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your stopcock is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so surd that your body is flush against mine. Every so often, your cock slips out, but that does n't stop you pounding away at me, as you force yourself forward again, and your long, thickly purpleness toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no resistance or effort.

You carry on like this for some meter, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the effect of the vivid orgasm building inside you. The superb pain, pleasure, and pressure sensations I feel against my most raw situation are making me decrepit in the articulatio genus, and my integral body is tiring from handling the force play of your ass-fucking, making me downhearted myself down on my elbows for backup ; the whole sentence, my pecker oozing pre-cum. It 's not too much longer, and you can feel yourself start to hail. Just at the bound of climax, you slam in one final fourth dimension, before your pounding ceases. As the orgasm hits, you fall against my back, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, retard grind that rub your toy against your clit, which push the orgasm harder and faster. I can finger your heart racing against my vertebral column, learn your heavy and fatigue breathing, and actually sense some of your succus running down your leg and onto mine. You keep lightly grinding against me, the toy still planted deep in my ass, putting the most flummox pressure on me and forcing more pre-cum out of my putz.

After a present moment, you collect yourself. You sit up straight again, but leave your prick in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing cock in your handwriting. With your fingertip, you rub it against the straits, 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 heavy cock from my ass. Running your hired man on it, you admire the warmth it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the smoothness of it from the lubricator and the juices in me. You step off the bed, and unwrap my leg restraint again. You order me back over, laying with my dick facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my legs up as they were before, and this clock time you 've put a few pillows under me to snarf my pelvis up a bit.

Slipping back under me, you reach forward and take out the gag off me. You give me a moment to stretch my jaw, and then let me know the reasonableness for the gags removal. `` Before when I was fucking you, it was for me. Now, it 's for you, and I want to hear it, '' you tell me. I manage a half confused `` What ? '' before you respond, `` What ? You did n't think I was done with your ass yet, did you ? ''

Laughing, you continue, `` Of row not. I know how spiritualist that little maculation in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to fix you cum so hard, you ca n't walk. '' With that, you position yourself, and get hold of down with a few fingers to feel my asshole. null how loose it is now, and how easily your fingers slide in and out, you decide to try something. Moving forward, you guide your cock 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 easier than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your pelvic arch back and forth, letting most of the tool glide in and out of my ass at will. Your goal here is n't the mad, maddened, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as much continued, heavy imperativeness on my most sensible spot as you can, until my prick explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no contact on my hawkshaw whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to make me cum as much and concentrated as you can, since you have something in creative thinker.

Reaching down to subscribe to my dick in your handwriting, you start grinding a short harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my hawkshaw with a business firm clasp, slowly working up and down my shaft. You 're loving all the moans of pleasance coming from me, and the way I 'm actively grinding against you to get more of your toy in me. You notice my external respiration getting shorter and quicker, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a night of torture, teasing, and orgasm defence. Picking up the stride with your hand, your turn to quick heart of my cock, running your script down the whole length of it. You 've also started moving your cock around to a greater extent, rotating your hips to move it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my turncock, and sleep together my ass, barreling me closer and nearer to an orgasm. My breathing time quickens, and you know I 'm shut.

'' Beg me to let you cum, slave, '' you order.

'' Oh fuck, please schoolma'am. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my urgent and pleading answer, you pick up a poke motion, angling upward with your dick so that it hits my situation hard each meter. You 're also furiously pumping at my cock, unrelenting in your quest to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me strain up tightly, raising my hips up sharply to push up my shaft into your hand. At the like clip you hear me utter a `` Oh God, I 'm coming. '' At that consequence, you stop thrusting, and clench your clenched fist around the top of my shaft. You can feel my cum shooting up through my dick, slowed down by your imperativeness, but it 's building. Right at the perfect moment, you let go. My cum flies out of my cock with force, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my stomach. Since it had been days since I 'd cum last, and you 'd been toying with me all dark, it 's nix short of a monolithic encumbrance. My dick continues to combust and nip in your hand, spurting more and Sir Thomas More cum out ; it running down your hand and landing around my stomach and leg. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My total body is shaking, my cock spiritualist to the touch. And your toy cock is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could feel my hole out clench tightly and violently around your toy.

giving me a bit to catch my breathing spell, you survey your terms. I have cum everywhere. More than a large mouthful. `` My, my. Quite the jam you 've made. We 're going to consume to clean this up, '' you say observantly.

'' Yes kept woman, I 'll clean it up, '' I say through tug breaths, not cognisant of your meaning.

'' Will you now ? Such a practiced fiddling pet. I 'm gladiola you 're offering to houseclean up your mess for me, but I would 've made you do it anyways, '' you tell me. It 's unmistakable to you I still have n't caught on, so you decide to make me pick up. There 's flock of cum on your handwriting that was wrapped around my prick. With the other, you scoop up some of the larger drops. Leaning forward, you command me to open up my mouth. I do, expecting the gag, your pussy, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your handful of my cum into my mouth. It takes me a second to gain 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 mouth. With a fairly fingerbreadth from the early hand, you lift up my blindfold and stare me in the eye with a look of cold determination.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to clean house up your mess. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to taste not only me, but the taste of your cum, so you can appreciate it when I do it. Now, give your mouthpiece, 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 lip ; the piddling bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your clean bridge player, and wipe it into my mouth. Reaching back down, you scoop up the final parts, which is quite a load in itself. This clock 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 practiced, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your backtalk. Leaning down, inch from my backtalk, you tilt your head so you can speak without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't desire to deny you any of this. And it 's your job to clean it up. Here you go. '' With that, you plant your lips on mine, firmly kissing me. With your tongue, you feed the quietus of my cum to me. I can feel the large load sitting in my oral cavity, but I 'm enjoying necking you too much. After kissing me passionately for a few bit, you pull back, licking your lips.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your helping hand that was around my dick, you put your finger's breadth on my lips, telling me, `` Now now, be a effective little slut and pick up all of your mess. Lick my fingers clean. '' I lift my head up, taking your digit in my warm, wet sass, and use my glossa to work out your fingers waste of any cum, which is a whiz that sends chills down your consistence. Once they are white, you withdraw them. Looking down at me, you can see I 've got quite a large mouthful of my own cum. Smiling, you tell me the final part.

'' Now, you 're almost done. But all that cum needs to go somewhere, '' you playfully taunt. Turning serious, you look me in the eyes. `` With that being said, '' you say in a firm, no fucking around, step, `` take back every hold out drop. '' The look in my eye is nothing but pure disbelief. I shake my nous. `` Do it ! '' you command. Staring at you incredulously for another moment, I give in, accepting that your way is the only way. I swallow it, but it 's such a vast, blockheaded load, that it takes me a second to get it all. `` Now, open your mouth and show your schoolmistress that it 's all gone, like a good slight bitch. '' I do, and upon seeing an void mouth, you give off a squeal of delight again, and grab me to kiss me, thrilled at my chagrin and obedience.

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

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

'' No, of course of study not. You 're still my little fuck toy. But now, you get to enjoy my pussycat the proper way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and range me. `` Are you ready ? You know the regulation. arrive at me cum, and do n't you dare think of cumming without my permission. If you do, so help me, I 'll sit right on your aspect and defecate you cleanse it out of me. '' I nod my head in understanding.

At that, you glower yourself down, grabbing my still difficult hammer, and guiding yourself down onto it. Once fully settled, you look at me, and give me a final order.

'' Now lay back, and let me ride your pecker. Oops, I mean, MY dick, since I own you now. '' No Sooner are the Logos out of your mouth, you start sliding up and down my dick, riding it as hard as you can, into the nighttime ...