He needed a moment to relax. He had a lot on his mind and a lot going on in his personal life-time. There weren’t many people he could blab to. He called to ask if I was useable tonight. I am.

I had a nursing bottle of wine-colored, a courteous cigar and made sure that I was presentable. I liked to stay fresh my hair tied up, because I liked the way his fingers felt in my hair's-breadth when he pulled out the thole. He came in with his bag of plaything.

We make it as far as the hallway before I’m on my knee joint sucking him. My tongue wrapped around him, moving up and down, up and down. I was drinking him down, his hard prick pushing farther and farther down my pharynx. He was moaning, the pins from my pilus falling to the floor.

He was holding my head close to him. I was gagging, and choking on him. His hot cum shooting down my pharynx, his hands stroking my face. He held out his hand and helped me to my feet. I followed him down the hall to my room.

He told me to kneel up on my bed. I did as I was told, bending over putting my ass in the air. He had my pes shackled and helped me up on my knees. I was told to put my hired hand behind my backbone and my wrists were shackled as well. He told me to spread out my mouth, and a shot glass gag was firmly secured to my mouth.

He pushed me down to the bed, my ass up in the air. He began to larrup me with his hired hand. One, two, three, four, five..then the reality of what was happening began to file. I had no way to get away, no way to order him to stop. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten … I was moaning, he was alternating the left and properly bridle of my ass. Eleven, twelve, thirteen..he said I was making beautiful muffled sounds.

For a present moment it stopped. I turned my point to follow him dig through his bag. I saw paddles, scourger, pins and clips of assorted sizes, rope, cuffs. He picked up a wooden paddle and was soon out of my peck. I closed my eye, I felt it bite down into my ass, and thigh. Fourteen, 15, sixteen, seventeen ….I am jumping as a good deal as I can given my trammel.

His hand rubbed my ass, it felt hot and lovingness and made the detriment go away. I closed my eyes just to get lost in it. XVIII, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, this is was the scourger, kissing me, bitting me, forcing more than strangle sounds and a few crying.

He let my paw go, but told me to lay like I was. Twenty-four, xxv, twenty-six, twenty-seven, xxviii, these marked the latticework pattern he was now leaving on my back. He leaned down, whispered in my ear, “ good missy, ” now your back matches your legs and thighs. It’s very pretty, the bruises, are intoxicating against your creamy skin musical note.

I nodded, as I felt his manpower releasing the gag that I was bitting and sucking on, almost reluctant to let it go. Soon his throbbing cock was in front of me. I wanted it. I was nuzzling his boxer shorts, while he worked his knockout cock out, it was deep in my throat before he was even certain it was out of his shortstop.

I was sucking, the tears were still saucy, his paw in my pilus, the smell of him was taking me to another place, the place that I can’t describe but long to be at. Before I know it, he was reaching down and telling me he was going to help me to the flooring, the bed railing were in the way.

My legs still shackled, it was awkward but he was patient. Soon my mouthpiece was right back where I wanted it to be, where he wanted it to be. Soon he had his hands wrapped around my whisker, keeping me right where I wanted to be. Licking him, sucking him, feeling his intemperate shaft showtime to vibrate in my mouthpiece. Listening to him moan, groan and make almost brute sounds as he began to cum for the second time. I licked him clean, then caressed him with my mouth. Softly holding him there, my lovesome hint kissing him. I finally released him when he told me to let him go.

He sat on the floor, behind me. Taking the bond off my feet. Telling me to spread out my legs, I did as I was told. Feeling Thomas More naked and vulnerable doing this than I felt before. He touched my pussy, and I flinched. I could not control my legs. He was sort, and waited doing it again and again, telling me he would not harm me.

First it was his fingers, just rubbing and touching me. Then I felt a small paddle. It did not pain the way I thought it would, but instead only made me wet. He soon had two vibrators in me, one in my snatch and one in my ass. I ached to sense a flogger against me. Instead he began to put clipping around my kitty-cat.

He watched for my reaction, as he added them, one, two, three, four. He saw the smile on my font, five, six, seven, eight, then he started to sting me. Just the outside of my pussy, and my lips. He said I called him papa, I don’t remember. I remember the pain, and the pleasure and the confusion of not knowing how to separate them.

He started to take the cartridge holder off slowly, methodically. Pinching at my nipples, with one helping hand, while he removed them with the other. I did my in effect to be still. Then, he was in me, fucking me, both of us needing this, a release that could not be put off any longer.

Soon we found ourselves in bed. He was laying back, my head against his bureau, toys strewn about. He was running his hands through my haircloth, and I was enjoying the moment. Eventually, the motive to suck him again won over and I was under the cover, working my way around him.

I’ve been told that I hum, and sometimes sing as I suck. When the moment is make relaxed and I am lost in the passion of it. I don’t remember this, nor the Song dynasty that come to me, But I do know that for the legal brief time that I do this, things just seem right. The soreness in my rose hip, ass and back go away, the worries of the day, and the accent of life are simply banished from my thoughts. The entirely thought I can focus on is captured best by Miley Cyrus, I can’t wait to see you again.