I squirmed a bit, whimpering as I heard the gumming of the people. My hands shackled above me, my legs spread wide by a bar, my mouth stuffed with a ball gag, and a blindfold on over my eyes. I was naked and incapacitated in front of a room full of mass I didn ? t know. I moved my head back and forth, as if I could see, searching for you, my master, my love.

I jumped, feeling a hand slide slowly up my side. I tried to pull away, but the control held me still. I whimpered again, but quickly relaxed when I recognized your vocalisation whispering in my ear ? be a estimable girl and cave in our invitee a good show. ?

My hint quickened, unsure of what you have planned, and I yelped loudly as you give my ass a hard smack, the Edgar Albert Guest laughing in amusement. For a present moment I don ? t flavor you, and I don ? t know where you are until I feel a shrill pinch on each mammilla, as you put clinch on them. I whine a bit, nipples aching, and you respond by giving each white meat a business firm slap, and whisper ? good girl. ? Gently, You yank on the chain, connecting the clamp, my eubstance moving with the Yankee-Doodle to ease the aching pain.

You leave me be for a second. The guests murmur remark about my body, my calmness, and what they want to see done. My thoughts quickly come back to you as I feel the soft leather of a flogger, gently rubbing against my ass. My breathing quickens again as my torso tenses and prepares for your lashing. WACK across my buttocks. WACK WACK WACK ! The leather kisses against my ass, leaving its stinging mark each time. After a piece, you stop. My ass must be red to your approval, because you gently rub my ass cheeks ? mmmmm, nice and strong. ?

I exhale in relief, my ass still stinging a bit. You squeeze my shoulder in encouragement, and then pass on me to my intellection again. I feel your bridge player between my legs, and I gasp around the gag, squirming a bit. The guests laugh again at my reaction. Embarrassed and feeling suddenly very exposed, I bow my point. You must have sensed my superfluity, because you reached around and undid the orb gag, letting it fall to story. One hand still between my branch, you lift my chin with the other and hand me a gruntle kiss on the brim. ? original ? ? I whimper, but you quickly remove your hand from between my legs and push three finger's breadth into my mouth. Taken back, I thrash my heading a bit from side to side, but you are too substantial and forceful. Feeling your fingers are wet enough, you slide them back between my peg and into my nasty puss. I gasp loudly, trying to pull away as the crowd laughs again at my fruitless efforts to escape.

You hammering my poor cunt with your finger, letting me whine and squirm. The input from the guests are getting rude, some degrading, others embarrassing. Leaving me panting after a bit, you remove your digit. I bow my head, growing tired. Then, my head jolts up and I begin to thrash about as I feel your finger between my still sore ass impudence. Your finger's breadth wet with lubricant, you massage my hole, gently pressing inside with first one fingerbreadth, then another. I feel a bit of lube drizzle down my crack as you prepare my dickhead. Inserting a third finger, I tense, still squirming. ? You need to loosen up or it will hurt. It ? s going to happen whether you ? re relaxed or not, so I advise you to calm down ? You whisper, breath hot on the vertebral column of my neck.

I try to decompress, but yelp loudly as you shove a large male plug into my plastered asshole. I whimper, feeling myself stretch, trying to correct to the sizing. I hear one of the guest say ? now she really is a piddling bitch, ? and that ? s when I felt it. Soft and fuzzy, furry against my legs ; a rump. The hack was a tail plug, and now I was your piddling beef in more ways than one.

You kissed me again, then bit my berm gently as I felt you remove the simpleness from my radiocarpal joint. ? On all four like a upright bitch. ? I felt my way down to the level, still blindfolded, as you removed my mortise joint from the spreader bar. You gave my red ass a hard spank on each cheek, then reached down and tugged on the mamilla clamp again. ? Bark for me. ?

I felt my facial expression hot flash with embarrassment as I timidly barked a few times. The guests laughed, very amused.

You grabbed me by my hair and pulled my head back. I whimpered as I felt your tool slap against my cheek. Then again. Battle of Midway through a whimper, you shoved your turncock into my oral fissure. I gagged in surprise, but you didn ? t let up. With Your helping hand on the spine of my head, you forced your cock down my pharynx, gently fucking for the guests to see. You ordered me to get it gracious and wet for you. After a few more thrusts, you pulled free from my back talk as I gasped for air.

You let go of my head, and I could hear you stand and walk around me a few sentence. Using your foundation, you pushed my knees apart and then gently rubbed my piddling snatch with your foot. I felt your hands on my ass and pelvic girdle as you knelt behind me. You brushed my tail to the position and grinded the tip of your cock against my lower lips. ? She ? s already wet, ? You announced to our viewer. The answer with input of how lots of a loose woman and petty whore I was.

Lining yourself up with my entrance, you quickly shoved your total duration into my stiff slit. You moaned in pleasure as my wet cunt accepted your invasion. I whimpered loudly, squirming a bit, feeling unusually stuffed broad from both you and the tail end plug. You continued to shove into me over and over without mercy, taking me for your own delight, and happy that I seemed to be pleased as well. Reaching up, you intertwined your fingers in my pilus and pulled my drumhead back, demanding that I bark again. I obeyed, lost too deeply in the delight of being filled with you to commend the Edgar Albert Guest watching. I didn ? t care. I wanted to please you. I wanted to make you cum.

Your knife thrust continued, long, hard, fast. I felt your trunk press against my back as you whispered in my ear, your intimation hot and spry ? come for me little girl ! Come for your master, your mate ! ?

My consistency didn ? t need a second invitation. My muscles tensed and constricted around your throbbing tool. Tensing harder, I felt myself cum around your midst peter, the warm liquid almost squirting out. I felt your organic structure jolt and spasm, your cock twitching as you sprayed your seminal fluid deep into me. I gasped loudly, almost collapsing on the story beneath you. My centre fluttered, and before I passed out of sheer pleasure, I heard the guests clapping and cheering ?