still, and darkness. Those are the only when affair I can sense right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands bound behind my back, blindfold over my eye. Have n't heard much of a sound since you put me like this and told me to expect, quietly. Soon I hear the soft footsteps of you padding across the floor to me. Silence again before I feel the sudden, sharp adept of your teeth on my ear lobe. I gasp out at the surprise only to make it met with your hand across my lip and a harder, stinging bite on my neck. I feel your hands running down my breast and your breasts on my back as you run your glossa up to my ear, giving it a soft kiss before whispering to me.

'' You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be good and obey and you 'll savour it. I promise you an orgasm that you 'll feel for mean solar day. conflict me, and you will regret it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your language are playful and soft, but I can sense the stern whole tone behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

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

'' Open your mouth, '' you society. My mouth opens slowly and is instantly total of your already moist bitch. I slip my tongue in as far as it can go, rolling it and flicking it inside you ; my brim rubbing against your clitoris. `` There you go, '' you say. `` Get me nice and wet so I can slither my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the Lapplander treatment. ''

Letting these wrangle roil around in my foreland apparently becomes obtrusive to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's right, pet. I 'm going to fuck your ass. I 'm going to drop off my purple cock into your tight trivial ass, and Cypriot 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 suffer focus on my oral duties, to your displeasure. You make this fact clear to me with a jot 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 endorse, as my tongue slips all over you, I can experience you getting wetter and wetter. The piano moan, and flying gasps of air I can hear escaping your lip tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few minutes of this, you stop me. You do n't say anything to me, but you were stuffy to coming, and started to get weak in the knees. `` Lean forward, put your case on the bed, '' you tell me. I lower myself down, burying my human face on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my legs. I can hear you moving around, and suddenly sense something cold and crafty slip between my ass cheeks. It takes a indorse before I realize that it 's your lubed up fingerbreadth. I can sense you tracing around my puckered hole, making the area around it as wet and greased as you can. My sullen external respiration of anticipation gets risky as you slip your fingerbreadth inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and reserve my intimation, expecting to feel your toy slide up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that metre yet. This is just to help loosen you up. '' I relax as your digit retreat from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something larger and wider. I start to wrestle away, but you throw your arm over me and hold my pelvic arch in lieu and in one suave question, shove the target 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 lines you leave. Lost in thought at the wondrous notion of your nails, and trying to arrive to damage with the intruder in my ass, I 'm jarred from this train of thought abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the vibe on the bullet to full, without warning. Initially tense, I start to give in to how pleasurable the sensations are ; squirming and rocking slightly, little moans escaping from my lips. Pleased with my reaction, you decide to spiel a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my back, and lean toward my rear. Taking the electric cord in your handwriting, you begin to take out the heater out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the walls of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing yap, you pull a niggling harder until just the very edge of the toy is poking out of my ass. ineffective to fight against the intense wizard rolling across my body from this, I tense up, my stern apparently thirsty to give birth the toy back in me. Unfortunately, it slips out. `` Bad boy, '' you chide. `` If you ca n't play with your toys correctly, then we wo n't let them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those wrangle, you kneel behind me again. This time, you push the bullet back in me, following it with your fingers and jamming it as cryptical 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 notch by flicking your clapper across my chill bastard. This sends me wild and a labor `` Oh, God yes '' outflow my lips.

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

'' Oh, yes, '' I reply, instantly regretting my misunderstanding. Your agile swat across my ass reminds me of my errant pillow slip of the tongue.

'' I mean, yes, schoolmistress. ``

'' Very good. '' Keeping up with making me shudder in pleasure with your clapper, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my peg and stroking my peter. I can not swear out all these overpower sensations happening to the most sensitive constituent of my body, all at one time and rapidly feel an coming building. After a few more minute of this, I 'm on the verge. I can barely nurse back. The heavy, pulsate shakiness deep in my ass, the warm wetness of your natural language on my asshole, and the flabby squeezing of your hand around my cock are all contributing to what I can tell is going to be a massive orgasm. My breathing quickens and I start to tense up, feeling the orgasm coming from oceanic abyss 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 expiration and am met with a cold `` Not yet '' from you. I start to dissent again but you stop me short. `` You 've had plenty of joy, now it 's my act. Up on the bed, on your back, and facing pages, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You stop me longsighted enough to undo the cuffs holding my sleeve together behind me, then push me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to locating myself in the heart, and spread my weapon system and stage 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 nook of the bed, pulling the strap as tight to the border as you can. I try to be active an arm, but do n't get more than an inch, if that. And I ca n't move my legs around at all. You lower yourself down on me, sitting just in front of my raging erection. Leaning over to kiss me, you run one hired man across my bureau as the other slips between your legs to bet with my pecker again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my cock when I bite your lip. `` Now, now, '' you say, returning the favor by nipping at my ears and sinking your dentition and sassing into my neck opening, your hand never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can distinguish you grab something from off the bed. The next affair I 'm aware of is a leg on either slope of my head, from you kneeling over me. The only reason I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly pull out your stifle close, effectively locking my read/write head in office. Without warning, you drop down the rest of the way until you 're covering my human face between my eyes and Chin with your delicious cunt. The sudden warmth and wetness smothering me jars me for a second, but I quickly recover and eagerly slip my tongue in you, tasting your succus and breathing you in. I ca n't facilitate myself but to rustle my head up, trying to immerse my knife deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your articulatio coxae against me, running your digit through my hair and grabbing handful with each exquisite ripple of feeling racing through your consistency. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my sass, and soaking my expression. The appreciation of you, and the warm feeling of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more aggressive. I nip playfully at your lips, and silently smile at the shudder and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my teeth lightly. The sensations ripping through your consistence, racing at break-neck speeds are making your skin Australian crawl, and your body didder, taking you to edge, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to battle this.

Stopping your grinding against my human face momentarily, and having to oppose me off of you for a secondment while you 're at it, I hear a sudden loud buzzing above me. Confused, I realize what the speech sound is very quickly : you 've got your vibrator that you grabbed other, and are rubbing it around on your most sensitive areas, picking up your slow back and forth bowel movement against me. Thoroughly loving the sound you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the moment. Not giving me a second base rest, you remind me I have a undertaking ahead of me in pleasing you. `` Just because I 've got this, does n't mean you get to stop, '' you chide. Focused back on the job at manus, I go back to arousing you with my spit, now working in tandem bicycle with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the sense impression of being deprived of my gumption and feeling the duple trembling of the bullet in me and your vibration in skinny propinquity to my boldness, or the enticing feeling and taste of your dripping wet pussy, or the galvanic whiz of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to suffer focus and any witting thought as I lose myself in you, and you start to feel the coming building and creeping down your thorn.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not much recollective, as you can barely hang up on much longer. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and fasten up. Your breath catching in your throat, your skin electric with heightened genius. Finally, you feel it coming. The lonesome clue I get to you being so close to the edge are some subtle cue. The lastingness and force-out by which your free bridge player is grabbing fistful of my hair's-breadth. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your stifle squeezing tighter and tighter against my mind. Not sure what to do, I just keep beating and massaging with my tongue. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and prehend up, and the first flush of fluid splashing into my mouth, surprising me and making me coughing. It takes me a sec to regain my composure, and I go back to oeuvre with my mouth. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the climax rocketing all over your body, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One hand holding your toy in billet on your now swollen and spiritualist clit, the former rubbing your kitty with fervor, sending juices all over the post ; splashing against your body, spraying all over my face, running down my buttock and chin, down my neck. This continues for a few to a greater extent instant, effectively soaking my boldness and arms, and coating the inside of your second joint. Settling back on my pectus, you collapse forward, resting your head just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through labored intimation. I can pull off zilch Thomas More than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your boob is smothering my backtalk. `` Mmmmm, goodness. You 've no thought how amazing that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you sight the damage. Everything from my weapon, down to my chest, is literally dripping, coated in your juice. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My first sight is your flushed face, a light, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the function I 've been attending to for the finale while. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, succus still seeping out slowly. I can feel a drop curtain running down the outside of my lips, and I quickly dart my tongue out to grab it, as you taste phenomenal.

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

'' Yes kept woman, '' I reply, the stinging of my tit still sweet in my psyche. You lean down slowly and lightly run your tongue along my back talk, lapping up the remaining juice, as if to savor yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, seemingly savoring the taste.

'' I really do taste salutary. 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 smiling 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 have you taste yourself later, '' you declare, variety of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and pass to the end. You uncuff my ankles and severalize me to heighten my legs up. I comply, and you take the cuffs around my ankle, and using gallop straps, you connect them to the strap binding my wrists. This keeps my legs up and back, but allows me to change 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 thought, you climb back over me. However, this time your legs are on antonym sides as you squat down over my typeface again, burying my nerve in your pussy 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 token you grabbed before. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my look, you grab my turncock in your mitt again. Keeping your grip firm and tight, so as to prevent me from getting harder, you slip a couple up rings on me. One around the radical of my ball, two tighter unity around the base of my rotating shaft ; designed to keep on me surd and prolong me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussy just outside my oral fissure, and say one thing to me before burying my mouth between your legs again. `` Relax and love this, and no matter what, do not stop with your back talk. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my tongue, you refocus your attending to my lower one-half, still stroking my hardening cock. With your free hand, you crack spread out a feeding bottle of lubricator and pour a minor sum of money on the head of my dick. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again ; your design being to get me as hard as you can, as the rings take impression and go on me rigid for you to trifle with. You wipe up the supererogatory lube with your still detached hand, and slowly delineate your finger down, between my brass, and take off rubbing it in a rope around my hole. Wanting to play and research more, you finally pull the still-vibrating hummer from mystifying in my ass. You slip in two fingerbreadth as far as you can go, and begin rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the walls.

Noticing me starting to squirm in reaction, you take it to the next story and take my pecker in your backtalk. Slowly, you slide your lips down my beam, bit by bit, until you reach the bum. 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 natural language along the side, making me feel every bit of the wild sensation. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your tongue ; your hand now running a firm grip up and down. You start to gain a rhythm now.

One hand tightly wrapped around my throbbing cock, working its way up and down. The other exploring my ass as deeply and unfold 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 face, burying me in your pussy. Staying at this rate, eventually I feel an orgasm building again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing more shallow and quicker. You let me revel it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. Fingers, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to unfold me out, and hand still pumping madly away at my dick, you turn back to look at me, moving your hip away to make eye touch, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To accentuate your stage, you push your fingers in deeper and bite the headway of my prick. My muffled cry and back arching lets you know your distributor point was made.

Turning back to working, you finally, slowly remove all but one fingerbreadth from within me. `` You 're starting to loosen up, my pet. But we still need a slight more. Plus we have to get your tight little cakehole used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my tool in you, I 'm not going slowly 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 hired man, you generously utilize lubricating substance to it. Using two fingers to spread my cheeks open enough, you guide the bead toward my ass. As soon as the first belittled astragal pushing through and into me, my body jerks and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to roleplay and you smack me hard on the second joint, backed by an"Open up !"command. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you access again. You push the second beading in quickly, not giving me time to adapt to it. Again my body vellication at the unexpected intruder."If you can select all the beading in at once, and not press it, you'll get rewarded after I've had my fun. But…don't forget, each beading gets bad,"you taunt, popping in the third one.

For the side by side few beads, you deliberately take your clock time forcing them in, making my hole expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual entertainment. Reaching the last 4 beads, the biggest ones, you pause briefly. After taking my cock tightly in your hand again, you rapidly shove the concluding four beadwork into me. The sudden pressure and sensation of something firmly hitting that sensitive position makes my dick twitch out of control in your hand. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the total chain in, rotating it so the balls keep rubbing up against the sides, and driving me wild. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your mouth around my dick, picking back up the rhythmic motility from earlier.

Your goal here is simple-minded : 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 solid time you're driving me wild ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your coxa back into my look harder and harder, loving the feeling of my tongue caressing your most sensitive areas. It's turning you on more and more than, and getting you incredibly wet again, while also serving to put you on the path to getting off again. Starting to nibble up your pace again with your backtalk and hand, you also start rapidly sliding the entire strand of beads in and out of me, at alternating swiftness, which drives my ass insane and starts to violently shove me toward coming.

For a few moment, this particular torment carries on, doing exactly what you intended it to do, and driving me insane. Yet again tonight, I'm on the brink of having a massive, glorious orgasm. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and end suddenly, denying me a release. You finally bump off the beads from within me, and raise yourself up off of me, standing next to the bed.

'' Just about that sentence, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your tight piddling ass mercilessly until you 're loose and weak in the knee ? Because that 's coming. Hope you 're prepare, '' you taunt. Not letting me move an inch, you decide to chip in yourself a piffling quick joy and not let me relax or reduce up. You grab the full pitch-black cock plug, and lube it enough to slide home. Reaching back down to spread my cheeks, you line it up with my puckered hole.

'' oblige your intimation, '' you whisper, before beginning to push it in to me. The swollen and bulbous head is the unvoiced part to get in. I start to force back and clench up, fighting you, but you only pin my peg down, and push harder. Does n't select much to a greater extent, and with a slender pop, my ass swallows the head. I let out a fragile moan of irritation, and startle squirming in protest.

'' Honey, you better get used to it. My pecker is boastful and boneheaded than this, and wo n't be as gentle. Plus one day I might desire to get my entire script up there ... '' You can get wind me respond to that instruction, and use it to slip the remainder of the toy in me, the edges snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another sentence, '' you say with an edge of tease. `` For now, we 're going to maintain you light and push you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in place when my mess is tight around it 's wooden-headed point, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass work its way around each vein of the toy and stretching to reconcile. Again you make it all the way to the bottom. Lifting yourself up off of me, you wrap your bridge player around my still mostly hard and throbbing cock, squeezing it tight. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my rooster against the rings. You bring yourself around, running your deal up and down my shaft faster and tightening your grip. Your spit flicks lightly against the chief, making me skip over each time. My pegleg are twitching and shaking, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your hand, but only so you can wrap your brim around my dick 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 difficult for you to separate when I 'm just about to the point of advent, so after keeping up your tantalization, you start to notice me hitting that level. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my coxa produce up to see your mouth, and my cock start to well up, you suddenly give up completely, with nothing Thomas More than an extremely blotto grip at the base of operations and around my orb to keep 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 ready to let you yet, my piffling cum slut. I just wanted you to sustain a little 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 death chair, you grab the bag of toys. Reaching in, you pull out your toy : the bombastic, thick, 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 Saame courtesy. Now, your job since we've started was to do me as wet as potential, so that my toy went in with no take. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your slope by the read/write head, you start to guide it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only look on. I notice that your pussy is clearly swell and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was function of your architectural plan ; to make me helplessly watch in anxious hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the start it slips in without takings. However, much to my despair, as soon as you meet the ridges on it, it starts to foregather resistance. I can you see you trying to labour severe to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the whole thing in to the hilt, mostly without too a lot trouble. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my chest with a leg on either face of my header again, this time putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your following movement."well, you get lucky, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the hardest thing to get in, but it did fight down back at some points. Apparently you can't even get a pussy wet correctly. Such a pathetic slave. So you'll get it lubed up some from me, but first you're going to check how to properly work something wet when you're ordered to do so."

Before I can respond, you grab my head by the hair in one hand, and your toy in the early, and jumping forward, forcing your toy into my mouth. Not relenting, you push forward with your rose hip, and tear my head toward you, pushing in farther. I'm literally bucking underneath you, trying to get away, but you hold me there for a few endorsement. Easing back, you slip the toy out of my mouth, but maintain your grip on my chief and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the piece of tail ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your shaft back in.

"I never said you could talk,"you command."I told you, you're going to learn how to use your backtalk to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my pussy, so you're going to get wind the severe way : Do it to my cock before I put it in your ass. Keep fight, and it's the only lube you're going to get."To drive your point home base, you reach back and pervert one of my tit as hard as you can, and at the Lapplander time, you push more of your toy into my mouth, to where I can experience it hitting the backrest of my pharynx.

"Do you fucking understand me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my drumhead in licking and banker's acceptance."unspoilt boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensitive nipple, you take my head in both hands, and pull slowly back, until just the headway is resting on my lips. You linger there a moment, then draw my headway forward as far as you can. This slide my mouth an column inch or so down the shaft, which isn't good enough. You let me recognise with a,"This total thing is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to possess to do better if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't bring my head any further down on it, you ease your torso forward again, watching in delight as my sass slide down the shaft, bit by bit. You stop when it's gone as far as it will easily.

At that, you pull your coxa back again, pulling it all the way out of my sass. After a s, you jump forward again ; thrusting your juke cock back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your hips back and forth, getting wet at the mint of your purple toy sliding and out of my mouth, completely against my will. Not to name the fact that every time you hit the back of my pharynx, your side of the toy pushes into you, and fret against your clitoris. There's also the fact that you're creating a suction with my lips, which causes your toy to gently slip in and out of you, each time it does the Lapp thing in my mouth. Naturally, this starts to get you hotter and surfactant. Because of this, you start going faster and faster, and pushing harder, which forces it further down my throat. Lost in your own mankind, enjoying both the esthesis, and the view of my rim tightly wrapped around your toy, you ignore my whimpering and moaning as you invade me further ; your organic structure picking up an almost wave-like motion.

It's not long before you start to finger the all too companion sensation of you coming, but you stop yourself quickly. You don't want to cum from this toy unless it's because you're hammering at my ass. However, because you were so into it and not paying attention, you look down and notice you've forced almost the entire toy in my oral cavity, with my nose less than an inch from your stomach. 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 tease me by telling me,"You're just a good footling bitch. I'm very proud of you, but I want to see if you can take it all the way down. I want your nose against my tum, is that empathise my pet ?"I hesitate a mo, before acknowledging your asking. You show how thrilled you are with a soft moan, and plant a taunting osculation on my impudence.

seance back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is less space between you and my mouth. Without asking if I'm ready, you place the tip at my sassing again, and lift my head slightly up so the head of your toy swoop in my lips. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with conclusion. You reach the first bulwark, and with a alert"Open !"you see my mouth open wider, allowing to push the interloper in further. Next you feel your toy rooster hit the spine of my throat, but you're not letting that stop you. Rising up on your articulatio genus a piddling, you start using your body weight to push, and after a few readjustment of my jaw, you feel my throat apply way, and your cock slides the residual of the way in. My nozzle is now firmly buried against your breadbasket ; your toy the unscathed way in.

You let out a squeal of delectation, and after leaving it there a moment, you pull all the way out. I barely get a probability to catch a breather, before you've shoved it back in to the hilt again. Keeping your toy pushed in all the way, you push my brain back against the pillow, and lift yourself up on your knees, so you're almost directly above me. In that emplacement, you start pulling your hips up, withdrawing your toy from deep in my throat, until it's barely out. Then you let your body decrease 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 problem, so can you. None of your holes is allowed to be any pixilated than any of mine,"you tell me, pumping up and down, again and again.

After a few minutes of this, you're satisfied that I can strike all of your cock down my pharynx with no issue, and root for yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to catch my breather, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my cheek, and snap up the gag from the chairperson."That's the last prison term you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my headspring again, you force the orb gag into my sassing, and secure it tightly around my head word. 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 hushed sigh, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your next task.

Disconnecting one of my leg restraints, you order me to flip out over, on my stomach. I comply, and roll over ; the restraints around my radiocarpal joint tightening. Once over, you restrain my resign leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the feeding bottle of lubricant, you put the tip between my brass, at the entering to my hole, and squeeze gently."I promised you a little bit of lubricant, and even though you have fought back, I'll keep my hope. Besides…. With as tough as I'm going to bonk you, you're going to want it,"you tease. You swipe up a little lube on two of your fingers, and push them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a third finger to spend a penny sure enough the entrance to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the digit, you take your toy in your hand, and twitch a decent amount of lubricator down onto it. Catching the excess in your manus, you wrap your fingers around the shaft of light, and go your hired hand up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lubricator down, and put yourself in situation behind me, the tip of your dick hovering just above my ass.

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

"Are you prepare ?"you ask.

I nod my brain.

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

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

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

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

"shag you how ?"you taunt, 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 want to put your face in the pillow ; this isn't going to be comfortable,"you tell me. Tightening the gag again as you don't want to learn me just yet, you push my principal back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

Holding your toy in your script, you guide it towards my now lubed up, loose and waiting kettle of fish. You trace a traffic circle around the orifice with the head teacher to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the head into my ass. The twitch of my legs and clenching of my ass, mixed with a tranquility sigh, severalise you that it was a mix of pleasance and pain, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at foremost. able-bodied to head it in without your work force now, you pull my ass apart so you can watch over your hawkshaw slide into my ass. Putting your system of weights behind it as you did above me before, you apply pressure and the cock starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the bottom ; your body pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy rest there for a minute, making my ass stretch around it and accommodate it. Very slowly, you start inching yourself back out so I feel every gibbosity 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 clip, you quickly thrust the entire rotating shaft all the way in, slamming into me. I cry out from the gag. Without any clemency, you pull out and thrust fully back in again. Now that you know how relax I am, you take your sweet time, getting the inside of me slick with lubricator. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lubricator to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're satisfied that I 'm well lubricated interior, and that my stringent hole is now plenty loose for your enjoyment, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a soft moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to raise up on your hands and knee joint, but do not let my cock strip 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 genu, and then the other, but as I go to plant 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 finger you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your cock against my ass a few times. `` You did n't postdate education. 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 articulatio coxae. Settling in, you pull me back as hard as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your prick into me full moon military unit. You are n't being docile with me anymore. Fully cognisant that I can easily acquire it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my hip joint for sum up grip, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can carry off. Our bodies slapping together at the force makes an audible noise, but you do n't slacken down. You 're enjoying every second of watching my ass bounce from each hard poke into me, and the sound of my moaning in joy.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as intemperate and fast in coming back, which is aided by a minuscule vibrator you secured to tantalise your clit. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; hard and long thrusts, making certainly your body dig home apartment against me every time. You have no intention of letting up any clock time soon, smiling to yourself at my cries 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. continue making those haphazardness. 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 arcsecond, to grab my putz, which was been swinging back and forth from your hard fuck. You push the gang around it back up tightly, as you do n't desire me coming just yet, and give it a few slow and firm CVA, just to push me that much secretive and rally me that much Sir Thomas More. Leaning forward, you place both hands on my shoulders, while pulling your hips back. You lean as close to my ear as you can.

'' Now it 's your selection how I give it to you. You have alternative. Which will it be ? 'Fuck me faster, fuck me rich, or be intimate me firmly .'Those are your option, so choose, '' 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 like it. ''

I pause another moment or so, before mumbling a weak, halfhearted, `` Faster, schoolma'am. ''

You think for a second. `` You know, I do n't like your result. You took too long, and you did n't appear 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 hammer. In this new position, you 're able to go mystifying than before, and you take advantage 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 drive your toy in to me as far and as deep as you can. The harder and faster you pound, the more I can feel the rolling undulation of an climax construction, 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 experience your torso come out to strain up, an awesome coming building. The finisher you get, it seems like you find superfluous appurtenance in the f number and index 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 yell of pleasance. Thrusting in and out. Long, deep volley of motion. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your stopcock is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so hard that your organic structure 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, thick purple toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no resistance or endeavor.

You carry on like this for some time, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the force of the intense sexual climax building inside you. The brilliant pain, joy, and pressure star I feel against my most sensitive patch are making me weak in the knees, and my entire body is tiring from handling the force of your ass-fucking, making me lower myself down on my articulatio cubiti for reinforcement ; the whole time, my dick oozing pre-cum. It 's not too much longer, and you can feel yourself start to come. Just at the edge of sexual climax, you slam in one terminal time, before your pounding ceases. As the coming hits, you fall against my back, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slacken dweeb that rub your toy against your clit, which push the orgasm harder and faster. I can palpate your heart racing against my rear, discover your large and tired ventilation, and actually feel 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 amazing pressure on me and forcing more than pre-cum out of my prick.

After a bit, you collect yourself. You sit up straight again, but leave your hammer in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing prick in your hand. With your fingertip, you rub it against the oral sex, 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 vauntingly cock from my ass. Running your script 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 succus in me. You step off the bed, and undo my leg restraint again. You orderliness me back over, laying with my cock facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my peg up as they were before, and this time you 've put a few pillows under me to elevate my hips up a bit.

Slipping back under me, you reach forward and extract the gag off me. You give me a moment to dilute my jaw, and then let me fuck the reason 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 believe I was done with your ass yet, did you ? ''

Laughing, you continue, `` Of course not. I know how sensible that little spot in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to spend a penny you cum so unvoiced, you ca n't walk. '' With that, you positioning yourself, and reach down with a few fingers to feel my motherfucker. Nothing how loose it is now, and how easily your finger's breadth 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 informality. `` This will be comfortable than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your hips back and Forth, letting virtually of the tool slideway 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, hard pressure sensation on my most sensitive spot as you can, until my prick explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no contact on my dick whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to piddle me cum as much and hard as you can, since you have something in nous.

Reaching down to take my hammer in your handwriting, you start grinding a trivial harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my hawkshaw with a firm travelling bag, slowly working up and down my putz. You 're loving all the groan of joy coming from me, and the way I 'm actively grinding against you to get more of your toy in me. You notice my breathing getting short 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 climax demurrer. Picking up the yard with your paw, your routine to quick pumps of my cock, running your mitt down the whole distance of it. You 've also started moving your cock around more than, rotating your hips to move it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my cock, and sleep together my ass, barreling me snug and closer to an orgasm. My breather quickens, and you know I 'm close.

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

'' Oh fuck, please Mistress. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my urgent and pleading response, you pick up a poke move, angling upward with your dick so that it hits my bit hard each metre. 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 force my prick into your hand. At the same 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 peter. You can feel my cum shooting up through my putz, slowed down by your pressure, but it 's building. Right at the perfect second, you let go. My cum flies out of my dick with military force, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my venter. Since it had been days since I 'd cum lowest, and you 'd been toying with me all Nox, it 's naught myopic of a massive freight. My dick continues to push through and jerk in your hired man, spurting more and more cum out ; it running down your script and landing around my stomach and legs. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My entire body is shaking, my peter spiritualist to the touch. And your toy hammer is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could find my gob clutches tightly and violently around your toy.

Giving me a moment to catch my breathing time, you sketch your scathe. I have cum everywhere. More than a enceinte taste. `` My, my. Quite the mess you 've made. We 're going to have to clean this up, '' you say observantly.

'' Yes Mistress, I 'll pick it up, '' I say through labour breaths, not aware of your substance.

'' Will you now ? Such a good little pet. I 'm glad you 're offering to strip up your mess for me, but I would 've made you do it anyways, '' you tell me. It 's evident to you I still have n't caught on, so you decide to make me acquire. There 's plentifulness of cum on your helping hand that was wrapped around my dick. With the other, you scoop up some of the heavy drops. Leaning forward, you command me to open up my sassing. I do, expecting the gag, your pussy, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your fistful of my cum into my mouth. It takes me a moment to realize what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You stop me by clamping your hired man over my mouth. With a clean finger from the other hand, you lift up my blindfold and stare me in the eye with a look of frigidness conclusion.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to clean house up your sight. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to taste not only me, but the gustation of your cum, so you can prize it when I do it. Now, open your mouth, and do not do anything with this. '' I glare at you in defiance before giving in reluctantly. I lay back on the pillow, and outdoors my mouth ; the piddling bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your clean hand, and wipe it into my mouth. Reaching back down, you scoop up the final percentage, which is quite a load in itself. This sentence, you surprise me, and drub it off your hand. With a mouthful of my cum now, you close your eye, tasting it, licking your hand clean and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste sound, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your mouth. Leaning down, column inch from my mouth, you tilt your head so you can speak without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't want to abnegate you any of this. And it 's your job to clean it up. Here you go. '' With that, you industrial plant your lips on mine, firmly kissing me. With your tongue, you feed the sleep of my cum to me. I can feel the bombastic encumbrance sitting in my oral fissure, but I 'm enjoying kissing you too much. After kissing me passionately for a few second, you pull back, licking your lips.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head teacher. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your script that was around my hawkshaw, you put your finger's breadth on my lips, telling me, `` Now now, be a good little slovenly woman and clean up all of your mess hall. Lick my fingers clean. '' I lift my head up, taking your finger's breadth in my warm, wet sass, and use my tongue to lick your finger barren of any cum, which is a superstar that sends chills down your body. Once they are clear, 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, tone, `` eat up every finish drop curtain. '' The look in my optic is nothing but pure mental rejection. I shake my drumhead. `` Do it ! '' you command. Staring at you incredulously for another moment, I give in, accepting that your way is the only if way. I swallow it, but it 's such a huge, thick load, that it takes me a endorsement to get it all. `` Now, open your mouth and evince your Mistress that it 's all gone, like a good short cunt. '' I do, and upon seeing an empty oral cavity, you give off a squeal of joy again, and take hold of me to osculate 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 mass. For that, you get your reinforcement, '' you tell me, smiling and excited.

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

'' No, of course not. You 're still my little fuck toy. But now, you get to savor my pussy the mightily way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and straddle me. `` Are you ready ? You know the rules. pretend me cum, and do n't you make bold remember of cumming without my permission. If you do, so avail me, I 'll sit right on your face and make you clean it out of me. '' I nod my head teacher in understanding.

At that, you lower yourself down, grabbing my still hard prick, 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 prick. Oops, I mean, MY cock, since I own you now. '' No sooner are the news out of your mouth, you start sliding up and down my peter, riding it as hard as you can, into the nighttime ...