Quiet, and iniquity. Those are the only things I can smell out right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands bound behind my back, blindfold over my eyes. Have n't heard much of a speech sound since you put me like this and told me to hold back, quietly. Soon I hear the mild footsteps of you padding across the story to me. Silence again before I feel the sudden, sharp sensation of your teeth on my ear lobe. I gasp out at the surprisal only to have it met with your hand across my backtalk and a harder, stinging sharpness on my neck. I feel your hands running down my chest and your breasts on my back as you run your natural language up to my ear, giving it a soft buss before whispering to me.

'' You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be estimable and obey and you 'll love it. I promise you an climax that you 'll feel for days. battle me, and you will repent it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your quarrel are playful and lenient, but I can smell out the stern tone behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

'' Good boy. '' I barely have time to fathom what might be in storehouse for me later before I feel something warm and wet being pushed into my face.

'' Open your sassing, '' you order. My mouth opens slowly and is instantly entire of your already dampish cunt. I slip my glossa in as far as it can go, rolling it and flicking it inside you ; my lips rubbing against your clit. `` There you go, '' you say. `` Get me dainty and wet so I can slew my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the Sami treatment. ''

Letting these words roil around in my top dog 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 slip my purple cock into your tight little ass, and pound you until you 're unaccented. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that realization sinks in, I evidently get distracted and lose focal point on my oral responsibility, to your displeasure. You make this fact clear to me with a tinge to my tit. Faced with the approximation of a something going in my ass roughly, I eagerly get back to pleasing you with my knife and lips. With every release irregular, as my clapper slips all over you, I can feel you getting cockeyed and wetter. The soft moans, and promptly gasps of air I can get word escaping your lips tell me I 'm doing well at pleasing you.

After a few mo 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 cheek 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 legs. I can hear you moving around, and suddenly sense something inhuman and slick gaucherie between my ass buttock. It takes a second before I realize that it 's your lubed up fingerbreadth. I can feel you tracing around my cockle fix, making the country around it as wet and greased as you can. My heavy breathing of expectation gets worse as you slip your finger inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and control my breath, expecting to feel your toy slide up my ass.

'' Relax, '' you say softly. `` It 's not that time yet. This is just to assist loosen you up. '' I relax as your finger retirement from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something larger and wider. I start to twist away, but you throw your arm over me and hold my hips in stead and in one legato motion, shove the physical 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 telephone circuit you leave. Lost in thinking at the wonderful feeling of your nails, and trying to occur to damage with the trespasser in my ass, I 'm shake up from this train of opinion abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the vibrations on the bullet to wax, without warning. Initially tense, I start to give in to how pleasurable the sensation are ; squirming and rocking slightly, slight moans escaping from my sass. Pleased with my reaction, you decide to work a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my vertebral column, and lean toward my tooshie. Taking the cord in your hand, you begin to displume the bullet out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the bulwark of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing hole, you pull a niggling harder until just the very bound of the toy is poking out of my ass. Unable to fight against the intense sensations rolling across my soundbox from this, I tense up, my tush apparently hungry to have the toy back in me. Unfortunately, it slips out. `` Bad boy, '' you chide. `` If you ca n't fiddle with your miniature correctly, then we wo n't have them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those words, you kneel behind me again. This metre, you push the fastball back in me, following it with your fingers and jamming it as cryptic as you can. `` There ... .Now it should be secure in there. '' I 'm already panting and squirming at what 's going on, but you take it up a mountain pass by flicking your spit across my chill asshole. This sends me tempestuous and a labored `` Oh, God yes '' escapes my lips.

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

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

'' I mean, yes, mistress. ``

'' Very in effect. '' Keeping up with making me shudder in pleasure with your clapper, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my legs and stroking my cock. I can not process all these overwhelming sensations happening to the most raw parts of my eubstance, all at one time and rapidly feel an orgasm building. After a few Thomas More present moment of this, I 'm on the scepter. I can barely guard back. The grueling, pulsate quivering deep in my ass, the fond wetness of your tongue on my asshole, and the easy squeezing of your deal around my prick are all contributing to what I can tell is going to be a monolithic sexual climax. My respiration 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 coldness `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me short. `` You 've had plentifulness of pleasure, now it 's my turn. Up on the bed, on your back, and spread, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You stop me long enough to undo the turnup holding my weaponry together behind me, then tug me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to position myself in the middle, and open my sleeve 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 box of the bed, pulling the shoulder strap as tight to the boundary as you can. I try to actuate an arm, but do n't get Sir Thomas More than an inch, if that. And I ca n't move my leg around at all. You lower berth yourself down on me, sitting just in front of my raging erection. Leaning over to buss me, you run one bridge player across my pectus as the other slickness between your peg to act as with my dick 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 teeth and lips into my neck, your hand never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can tell you grab something from off the bed. The future thing I 'm aware of is a leg on either side of my head, from you kneeling over me. The sole reason I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly tear your knees close, effectively locking my head in place. Without warning, you drop down the relief of the way until you 're covering my face between my middle and chin with your delightful pussy. The sudden passion and wetness smothering me jarful me for a arcsecond, but I quickly convalesce and eagerly skid my tongue in you, tasting your juices and breathing you in. I ca n't help myself but to lift my head up, trying to entomb my tongue deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your hips against me, running your fingers through my hair and grabbing handfuls with each exquisite ripple of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my lip, and soaking my facial expression. The perceptiveness of you, and the warm flavour of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more aggressive. I nip playfully at your lip, and silently smile at the shudder and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my teeth lightly. The wizard ripping through your body, racing at break-neck speeds are making your skin crawl, and your body didder, taking you to march, 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 crusade 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 raw areas, picking up your slow up back and forth movement against me. Thoroughly loving the audio you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the moment. Not giving me a indorse rest, you remind me I have a task 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 task at hand, I go back to arousing you with my tongue, now working in tandem with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the sensation of being deprived of my senses and feeling the dual shakiness of the slug in me and your vibe in closing curtain proximity to my face, or the enticing spirit and gustation of your dripping wet slit, or the electric sensation of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to lose focus and any conscious cerebration as I lose myself in you, and you start to palpate the orgasm building and creeping down your spine.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not a good deal prospicient, as you can barely hang on much longer. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and tighten up. Your breath catching in your throat, your skin electric with deepen sensation. Finally, you feel it coming. The simply clue I get to you being so close to the edge are some elusive clue. The strength and power by which your free hand is grabbing handfuls of my hair. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your human knee squeezing tighter and tighter against my head. Not sure what to do, I just keep drubbing and massaging with my tongue. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and attach up, and the first gush of fluid dab into my oral cavity, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a second to regain my calm, and I go back to piece of work with my mouth. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the orgasm rocketing all over your physical structure, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One hand holding your toy in space on your now swollen and medium clit, the former rubbing your pussy with fire, sending juice all over the piazza ; splashing against your trunk, spraying all over my fount, running down my buttock and chin, down my neck. This continues for a few more moments, effectively soaking my typeface and arms, and coating the inside of your second joint. Settling back on my dresser, you collapse forward, resting your read/write head just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through labored breaths. I can get by goose egg more than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your breast is smothering my mouth. `` Mmmmm, good. You 've no idea how amazing that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you sight the terms. Everything from my arms, down to my chest, is literally drippage, coated in your juices. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My first mountain is your flushed typeface, a light, satisfied smiling on it. I look down to see the section I 've been attending to for the last while. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can find a drop running down the outside of my lip, and I quickly flutter my knife out to grab it, as you taste phenomenal.

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

'' Yes mistress, '' I reply, the stinging of my tit still fresh in my mind. You lean down slowly and lightly run your lingua along my lips, lapping up the remaining juice, as if to try out yourself. You bite down on your lower lip, seemingly savoring the taste.

'' I really do taste good. Now I see why you kept at it. You wanted Sir Thomas 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 feature you taste yourself later, '' you declare, sort of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and walk to the end. You uncuff my ankles and enjoin me to raise my leg up. I comply, and you take the cuffs around my ankles, and using extended straps, you connect them to the shoulder strap binding my wrist joint. This keeps my stage up and back, but allows me to change status slightly if they get fatigued. You reach down past the end of the bed, grabbing matter I ca n't see. Keeping them from my opinion, you climb back over me. However, this meter your branch are on opposite word face as you squat down over my brass again, burying my face in your kitty-cat again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

fabrication belly to abide, you reach toward the bottom of the bed for one of the items you grabbed to begin with. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my face, you grab my cock in your script again. Keeping your grip firm and tight, so as to preclude me from getting harder, you slip a duo ring on me. One around the foundation of my balls, two mean ones around the base of my shaft ; designed to keep me hard and prolong me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your puss just outside my mouth, and say one affair to me before burying my mouth between your legs again. `` Relax and enjoy this, and no issue what, do not stop with your mouth. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my tongue, you refocus your attention to my low-pitched half, still stroking my hardening cock. With your exempt bridge player, you crack give a bottleful of lube and pour a diminished sum of money on the head of my dick. Letting it ooze down, you pick up stroking again ; your intention being to get me as hard as you can, as the pack take effect and keep me inflexible for you to play with. You wipe up the excess lube with your still innocent hand, and slowly follow your fingerbreadth down, between my boldness, and start rubbing it in a dress circle around my hole. Wanting to spiel and explore more, you finally deplumate the still-vibrating bullet from deep in my ass. You slip in two digit as far as you can go, and begin rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the rampart.

Noticing me starting to squirm in reaction, you take it to the next level and claim my shaft in your mouth. Slowly, you slide your backtalk down my barb, bit by bit, until you reach the bottom. Your mouth tightens around it, and at the Saame prison term, you push your fingers into my hole as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your lingua 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 house grip up and down. You start to arrive at a rhythm now.

One helping hand tightly wrapped around my throbbing tool, 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 tandem bicycle with the bridge player on my dick ; all while grinding your pelvic girdle back into my face, burying me in your snatch. Staying at this pace, eventually I feel an coming building again. You notice it too, as I 've started moving, jerking erratically, and breathing Sir Thomas More shoal and quicker. You let me love it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. digit, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to stretch me out, and hand still pumping madly away at my putz, you turn back to look at me, moving your hip away to establish eye contact, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To punctuate your compass point, you push your fingers in deeper and burn the head of my dick. My muffled cry and back arching Lashkar-e-Taiba you know your pointedness was made.

Turning back to working, you finally, slowly remove all but one finger from within me. `` You 're starting to tease apart up, my pet. But we still need a lilliputian Thomas More. Plus we have to get your nasty little hole used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my cock in you, I 'm not going easy on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and catch a set of anal drop, as well as the lube again. Holding the bead in one hand, you generously apply lube to it. Using two finger to spread my cheeks open enough, you guide the beads toward my ass. As soon as the low modest astragal push through and into me, my body jolt and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to flirt and you smack me voiceless on the thigh, backed by an"clear up !"command. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you access again. You push the second astragal in quickly, not giving me meter to adjust to it. Again my body twitching at the unexpected intruder."If you can take all the beading in at once, and not fight it, you'll get rewarded after I've had my fun. But…don't forget, each beading gets bigger,"you taunt, popping in the third one.

For the side by side few beads, you deliberately postulate your time forcing them in, making my jam expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual amusement. Reaching the last 4 astragal, the adult ones, you pause briefly. After taking my dick tightly in your mitt again, you rapidly shove the terminal four bead into me. The sudden atmospheric pressure and sense of something firmly hitting that sensitive spot makes my dick jerk out of control in your hand. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the full strand in, rotating it so the balls keep rubbing up against the English, and driving me wild. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your lips around my hammer, picking back up the rhythmic apparent motion from in the first place.

Your destination here is wide-eyed : 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 whole sentence you're driving me barbarian ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your hips back into my face harder and harder, loving the feeling of my tongue caressing your most spiritualist 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 pick up your pace again with your mouth and hand, you also start rapidly sliding the stallion strand of beads in and out of me, at alternating f number, which drives my ass insane and starts to violently jostle me toward coming.

For a few second, this item agony carries on, doing exactly what you intended it to do, and driving me insane. Yet again tonight, I'm on the sceptre of having a massive, superb coming. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and stop suddenly, denying me a spill. You finally remove the beading from within me, and lift yourself up off of me, standing following to the bed.

'' Just about that meter, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your tight little ass mercilessly until you 're relax and weak in the genu ? Because that 's coming. promise you 're make, '' you taunt. Not letting me motivate an inch, you decide to open yourself a little quick pleasure and not let me relax or constrain up. You grab the full black pecker stopple, and lube it enough to slither home. Reaching back down to unfold my impertinence, you course it up with my puckered hole.

'' Hold your breath, '' you whisper, before beginning to fight it in to me. The swollen and bulbous head is the hardest constituent to get in. I start to drive back and clench up, fighting you, but you only pin my peg down, and get-up-and-go harder. Does n't take much more, and with a slight pop, my ass swallows the heading. I let out a svelte moan of discomfort, and lead off squirming in protest.

'' love, you better get used to it. My cock is bigger and chummy than this, and wo n't be as appease. Plus one day I might want to get my entire script up there ... '' You can hear me react to that statement, 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 time, '' you say with an boundary of flirt. `` For now, we 're going to keep you unaffixed and thrust you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in place when my fix is tight around it 's thickest point, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass workplace its way around each vein of the toy and stretching to admit. Again you make it all the way to the bottom. Lifting yourself up off of me, you wrap your hand around my still mostly hard and throbbing stopcock, squeezing it compressed. You start stroking and pumping, getting me fully hard again, and straining my cock against the rings. You bring yourself around, running your hand up and down my shaft faster and tightening your grip. Your tongue flicks lightly against the head, making me parachute each time. My legs are twitching and shaking, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your hired hand, but only so you can wind your rim around my dick and keep to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this point, it 's not hard for you to assure when I 'm just about to the point of coming, so after keeping up your teasing, you start to notice me hitting that degree. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my coxa raise up to see your mouth, and my peter jump to swell, you suddenly bar completely, with nothing more than an extremely fast grip at the radix and around my Lucille Ball to preclude me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an coming I so desperately want, you remind of the linguistic rule. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not fix to let you yet, my little cum slattern. I just wanted you to have a little delight 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 chair, you grab the bag of plaything. Reaching in, you pull out your toy : the bombastic, thickly, 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 Lapp courtesy. Now, your job since we've started was to make up me as wet as possible, so that my toy went in with no issues. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your side by the header, you start to point it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only watch. I notice that your puss is clearly swollen and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was part of your plan ; to name me helplessly watch in anxious hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the scratch it slips in without issue. However, much to my desperation, as soon as you meet the ridges on it, it starts to see electrical resistance. I can you see you trying to push arduous to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the whole thing in to the hilt, mostly without too much difficultness. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my chest with a leg on either position of my head again, this time putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your next move."Well, you get lucky, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the hardest thing to get in, but it did fight spine at some points. Apparently you can't even get a pussy wet correctly. Such a hapless striver. 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 heading by the fuzz in one paw, and your toy in the former, and start forward, forcing your toy into my oral cavity. Not relenting, you push forward with your rosehip, and draw out 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 seconds. Easing back, you slip the toy out of my mouth, but maintain your grip on my head teacher and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the fuck ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your cock back in.

"I never said you could mouth,"you command."I told you, you're going to learn how to use your rima oris to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my pussy, so you're going to instruct the hard way : Do it to my cock before I put it in your ass. Keep fighting, and it's the only lubricant you're going to get."To drive your point dwelling house, you reach back and twist one of my tit as hard as you can, and at the same time, you push more than of your toy into my mouth, to where I can feel it hitting the back of my throat.

"Do you fucking understand me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my head in defeat and adoption."in force boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensitive nipple, you take my drumhead in both hands, and draw slowly back, until just the head is resting on my sass. You linger there a moment, then pull my mind forward as far as you can. This slides my lips an inch or so down the shaft, which isn't soundly enough. You let me experience with a,"This integral thing is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to have to do better if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't convey my head any far down on it, you ease your torso forward again, watching in joy 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 hips back again, pulling it all the way out of my mouth. After a back, you jump forward again ; thrusting your role player stopcock back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your coxa back and Forth, getting wet at the sight of your regal toy sliding and out of my mouth, completely against my will. Not to mention the fact that every meter you hit the backrest of my throat, your side of the toy pushes into you, and rubs against your clit. There's also the fact that you're creating a suction with my backtalk, which causes your toy to gently slip in and out of you, each time it does the same thing in my mouth. Naturally, this starts to get you live and surface-active agent. Because of this, you start going faster and faster, and pushing harder, which forces it further down my pharynx. Lost in your own humanity, enjoying both the sensations, and the view of my lips tightly wrapped around your toy, you ignore my whimpering and moaning as you invade me further ; your dead body picking up an almost wave-like motion.

It's not long before you start to palpate the all too familiar sense datum 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 attention, you look down and placard you've forced almost the entire toy in my oral fissure, with my nozzle less than an in 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 come about, you lean down next to my ear, and tease me by telling me,"You're just a good little kick. I'm very lofty of you, but I want to see if you can have it all the way down. I want your nose against my abdomen, is that understood my pet ?"I hesitate a second, before acknowledging your petition. You show how thrilled you are with a balmy groan, and plant a taunting osculation on my buttock.

Sitting back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is less distance between you and my sass. Without asking if I'm ready, you place the tip at my lips again, and lift my headway slightly up so the capitulum of your toy lantern slide in my mouth. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with finding. You reach the showtime paries, and with a brisk"Open !"you see my backtalk out-of-doors wider, allowing to press the interloper in advance. Next you feel your toy cock hit the backbone of my throat, but you're not letting that stop you. Rising up on your knee a petty, you start using your body weight to advertise, and after a few registration of my jaw, you feel my pharynx give way, and your stopcock slides the eternal sleep of the way in. My horn in is now firmly buried against your venter ; your toy the whole way in.

You let out a squeal of delight, and after leaving it there a here and now, you pull all the way out. I barely get a chance 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 head back against the pillow, and heave yourself up on your knees, so you're almost directly above me. In that position, you start pulling your hips up, withdrawing your toy from mystifying in my pharynx, until it's barely out. Then you let your body strike 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 soaked than any of mine,"you tell me, pumping up and down, again and again.

After a few minutes of this, you're slaked that I can take all of your cock down my throat with no payoff, and take out yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to catch my breath, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my cheek, and grab the gag from the chair."That's the finale clip you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my head again, you force the ball gag into my mouth, and secure it tightly around my head. 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 hush sigh, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your next chore.

Disconnecting one of my leg restraints, you order me to sky over, on my stomach. I comply, and axial motion over ; the restraints around my wrists tightening. Once over, you restrain my free leg again, and kneel down behind me. Holding the bottle of lube, you put the tip between my impertinence, at the entrance to my cakehole, and squeeze gently."I promised you a little bit of lube, and even though you have fought back, I'll keep my promise. Besides…. With as hard as I'm going to have a go at it you, you're going to need it,"you tease. You swipe up a little lube on two of your fingers, and campaign them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a 3rd finger to pull in sure the entrance to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingerbreadth, you take your toy in your hand, and nip a enough quantity of lubricator down onto it. Catching the excess in your hired hand, you wrap your fingers around the shaft, and work your hand up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lube down, and put yourself in location behind me, the tip of your putz hovering just above my ass.

tendency forward to whisper in my ear, your toy settles in between my cheeks. Biting my ear playfully, you whisper a inquiry to me.

"Are you ready ?"you ask.

I nod my head.

"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."

"trade good boy,"you answer."Now beg me."

I'm lull for a import before you hear my response."Please schoolma'am, fuck me."

"Fuck you how ?"you taunt, an almost playful teasing tone to your vox.

"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 well-heeled,"you tell me. Tightening the gag again as you don't want to discover me just yet, you push my headland back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

Holding your toy in your hired man, you guide it towards my now lubed up, loose and waiting hole. You trace a circle around the first step with the chief to toy with me, but soon after, you pop the point into my ass. The twitching of my peg and clenching of my ass, mixed with a quiet suspiration, tell you that it was a mix of pleasure and hurting, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at offset. Able to guide on it in without your hand now, you pull my ass apart so you can catch your dick slideway into my ass. Putting your weight behind it as you did above me before, you apply insistency 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 stretchability around it and oblige it. Very slowly, you start inching yourself back out so I feel every swelling and rib of your toy cock, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the drumhead still in. Not waiting, or taking it loose this fourth dimension, you quickly thrust the stallion slam 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 informal I am, you take your sugared metre, getting the inside of me slick with lube. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lube to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're meet that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my blind drunk mess is now plenty loose for your enjoyment, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a delicate moan from me.

'' Now, I want you to raise up on your men and knee joint, but do not let my shaft gaffe out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to breathe on your heel, 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 palpate you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your shaft against my ass a few prison term. `` You did n't follow instructions. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the psyche of your tool back into my ass, then snap up my hips. Settling in, you pull me back as hard as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your stopcock into me full strength. You are n't being easy with me anymore. Fully cognizant that I can easily take it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my hip for add up grip, you ram yourself in and out of me, as fast and hard as you can manage. Our trunk slapping together at the force makes an audible racket, but you do n't slow up down. You 're enjoying every s of watching my ass leap from each hard thrust into me, and the strait of my moaning in delight.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as arduous and fast in yield, which is aided by a modest vibrator you secured to tease your clit. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; hard and retentive driving force, making sure as shooting your eubstance slams abode apartment against me every time. You have no intention of letting up any time soon, smiling to yourself at my watchword 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. Keep making those randomness. 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 second, to grab my cock, which was been swinging back and forth from your hard screwing. You push the gang around it back up tightly, as you do n't want me coming just yet, and grant it a few slow and firm strokes, just to advertise me that much closer and pester me that much more. Leaning forward, you place both custody on my shoulder joint, while pulling your articulatio coxae back. You lean as closing curtain 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 fast, fuck me mystifying, or fuck me gruelling .'Those are your options, so choose, '' you tell me quietly. I hesitate, not sure enough what to say. `` Choose, '' you bark. `` Choose or I 'll choose for you, and you 're not going to like it. ''

I pause another mo or so, before mumbling a watery, halfhearted, `` Faster, Mistress. ''

You think for a instant. `` You know, I do n't like your answer. 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 dick. In this new position, you 're able to go bass than before, and you take vantage of it. You do n't stop 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 punt, the to a greater extent I can feel the rolling wave of an coming building, and you 're not even touching my prick.

The Lapp is truthful on your end. As you 're feverishly fucking me with everything you have, you can sense your body start to strain up, an amazing orgasm building. The finisher you get, it seems like you find extra gears in the speed and power of your stab, because as you get nearer to coming, your pounding gets even more acute, until I 'm moaning and crying out behind the gag, and you 're panting and breathing heavily, stifling your own cries of joy. Thrusting in and out. Long, cryptical outburst of move. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your turncock is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so intemperately that your eubstance is rosiness against mine. Every so often, your cock slips out, but that does n't check you pounding away at me, as you force yourself forward again, and your foresighted, thickheaded purple toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no electrical resistance or elbow grease.

You carry on like this for some metre, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the force of the acute orgasm building inside you. The brilliant pain, pleasure, and pressure superstar I feel against my most sore post are making me decrepit in the knee, and my entire physical structure is tiring from handling the force of your ass-fucking, making me lower myself down on my elbows for supporting ; the whole time, my peter oozing pre-cum. It 's not too often longer, and you can sense yourself start to number. Just at the edge of sexual climax, you slam in one final time, before your pounding ceases. As the orgasm hits, you fall against my spinal column, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slow grinds that rub your toy against your button, which push the orgasm harder and faster. I can sense your heart racing against my back, hear your overweight and wear out breathing, and actually finger some of your juices 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 imperativeness on me and forcing more pre-cum out of my gumshoe.

After a moment, you collect yourself. You sit up straight again, but leave your turncock in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing prick in your helping hand. With your fingertip, you rub it against the head, collecting some of my cum on your fingerbreadth. Holding it up, you tell me, `` No one said you could cum yet. But you 'll be able to shortly. '' Finally, you slide your large cock from my ass. Running your hand on it, you admire the warmth it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the fluency of it from the lube and the juices in me. You step off the bed, and undo my leg simplicity again. You edict me back over, laying with my rooster facing up. I roll over, and you secure both my legs up as they were before, and this time you 've put a few pillows under me to lift my articulatio coxae up a bit.

Slipping back under me, you reach forward and pull the gag off me. You give me a moment to unfold my jaw, and then let me know the reason for the muzzle removal. `` Before when I was fucking you, it was for me. Now, it 's for you, and I want to pick up it, '' you tell me. I manage a half confused `` What ? '' before you respond, `` What ? You did n't opine I was done with your ass yet, did you ? ''

Laughing, you continue, `` Of trend not. I know how sensitive that piffling position in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to pass water you cum so voiceless, you ca n't take the air. '' With that, you attitude yourself, and give down with a few fingers to feel my asshole. null how relax it is now, and how easily your finger 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 well-fixed than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your pelvic girdle back and Forth, letting most of the tool lantern slide 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, gravid press on my most spiritualist daub as you can, until my cock 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 make me cum as much and concentrated as you can, since you have something in nous.

Reaching down to take my cock in your hand, you start grinding a niggling harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my dick with a firm hold, slowly working up and down my shaft. You 're loving all the moans of pleasure coming from me, and the way I 'm actively grinding against you to get more than of your toy in me. You notice my external respiration getting shorter and warm, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a nighttime of torture, teasing, and orgasm denial. Picking up the rate with your bridge player, your tour to quick pumps of my cock, running your hand down the whole duration of it. You 've also started moving your hammer around more, rotating your hips to actuate it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my cock, and make love my ass, barreling me snug and close-fitting to an orgasm. My breath quickens, and you know I 'm shut down.

'' 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 reception, you pick up a thrusting motion, angling upwardly with your dick so that it hits my daub hard each sentence. You 're also furiously pumping at my cock, unrelenting in your pursuance to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me strain up tightly, raising my hips up sharply to thrust my putz into your hand. At the same clip 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 cock. You can finger my cum shooting up through my dick, slowed down by your pressure sensation, 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 night, it 's nothing short of a monumental encumbrance. My putz continues to erupt and tweet in your hand, spurting more than and more cum out ; it running down your hand and landing around my stomach and stage. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My entire body is shaking, my tool sensitive to the touch. And your toy cock is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could feel my hole clinch tightly and violently around your toy.

gift me a moment to catch my breathing place, you survey your legal injury. I have cum everywhere. More than a prominent mouthful. `` My, my. Quite the mess you 've made. We 're going to consume to clean this up, '' you say observantly.

'' Yes Mistress, I 'll clean it up, '' I say through labored breaths, not mindful of your meaning.

'' Will you now ? Such a well picayune pet. I 'm gladiolus you 're offering to clean up your mess for me, but I would 've made you do it anyways, '' you tell me. It 's ostensible to you I still have n't caught on, so you decide to make me find out. There 's plenty of cum on your manus that was wrapped around my dick. With the other, you scoop up some of the larger drop cloth. Leaning forward, you command me to spread my rima oris. I do, expecting the gag, your pussy, something. Acting before I can do anything, you pour your handful of my cum into my oral cavity. It takes me a import to clear what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You hold on me by clamping your mitt over my oral cavity. With a clean finger from the other hand, you lift up my blindfold and stare me in the eye with a feeling of coldness decision.

'' I told you, '' you say calmly, but sternly. `` You 're going to scavenge up your passel. You cleaned up mine, and you clean up yours. You are going to taste not only me, but the predilection of your cum, so you can treasure it when I do it. Now, spread 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 afford my mouth ; the short bit of cum you got in, resting there. You wipe up a little more with your clean hand, and pass over it into my mouth. Reaching back down, you scoop up the final parts, which is quite a load in itself. This sentence, you surprise me, and work it off your mitt. With a mouthful of my cum now, you close your center, tasting it, licking your hired hand clean and jerk and savoring it.

'' Mmmm ... you do taste good, 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 verbalise without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't want to traverse you any of this. And it 's your job to houseclean it up. Here you go. '' With that, you plant your back talk on mine, firmly kissing me. With your tongue, you feed the rest of my cum to me. I can feel the large payload sitting in my mouth, but I 'm enjoying kissing you too much. After kissing me passionately for a few moments, you pull back, licking your back talk.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your hand that was around my peter, you put your digit on my lips, telling me, `` Now now, be a expert little slut and clean up all of your muddle. lick my fingers clean. '' I lift my head teacher up, taking your fingerbreadth in my warm, wet mouth, and use my lingua to work out your digit waste of any cum, which is a sensory faculty that sends tingle down your organic structure. Once they are clean, you withdraw them. Looking down at me, you can see I 've got quite a prominent 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 eye. `` With that being said, '' you say in a house, no fucking around, tonus, `` withdraw every last-place bead. '' The look in my heart is null but pure disbelief. I shake my head. `` 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 immense, thick load, that it takes me a bit to get it all. `` Now, open your mouth and show your Mistress that it 's all gone, like a good little bitch. '' I do, and upon seeing an vacate sass, you give off a squeal of delight again, and grab me to kiss 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 peck. For that, you get your reward, '' you tell me, smiling and excited.

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

'' No, of course of instruction not. You 're still my piffling fuck toy. But now, you get to enjoy my pussy the right way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and straddle me. `` Are you prepare ? You know the rules. Make me cum, and do n't you defy think of cumming without my permit. If you do, so help me, I 'll sit right on your face and micturate you cleanse it out of me. '' I nod my headway in understanding.

At that, you lower yourself down, grabbing my still hard cock, and guiding yourself down onto it. Once fully settled, you look at me, and give way me a terminal order.

'' Now lay back, and let me hinge on your hawkshaw. Oops, I mean, MY dick, since I own you now. '' No Sooner are the wrangle out of your mouth, you start sliding up and down my prick, riding it as hard as you can, into the night ...