As I approach the front room access I feel a rush of excitement as I know what is on the other face and the sight that will greet me when I open it. You will be kneeling naked apart from your taking into custody, your hands clasped behind your head and your mouth spacious give waiting for me. My mitt tremble as I fumble with the key knowing what delight awaits just a few feet away. I open the doorway slowly with the cognition that in a few second gear my now punishing stopcock will be in your warm wet oral cavity. Imagine my repugnance and surprise to find you are not there. I kick off my shoes and walk barefoot into the kitchen knowing you must be somewhere in the house. You are n't in the kitchen or the dining elbow room so I tiptoe to the sitting room and quietly glimpse through the half open door. I can not conceive the sight that meets my heart. You are lying on the couch totally naked with your eyes closed. You have one hand on your breast and your fingers are slowly squeezing and rubbing your surd erect nipple. Your legs are spread widely and your other hand is over your pussycat, your power finger is buried deep in your cunt and your thumb is gently rubbing your tumesce button. You are moaning and groaning as your trunk starts to whrithe in go. I stand and watch you for a few minutes feeling myself harden more all the time. I am shocked but at the same fourth dimension mesmerised while I 'm watching you pleasure yourself. However I can not countenance this to continue, I gently cough but you 're so absorbed in what you 're doing you do not hear me. I cough again and this sentence it has the desired effect. Immediately you sit up like a startled rabbit and for a brief s look me straight in the eye. As your cheek redden you avert your regard as you do not know where to wait and you put your handwriting across your mouth and give a half-hearted yawn.

'Would you care to explicate yourself slut ?'I shout at you'just what on earth do you mean you are doing .'

You pretend to yaw again and stretch as if you had just woken up.

'I am so meritless I must have fallen deceased and been dreaming of you fucking me'you replied with your eyes firmly fixed on the floor.

'The truth please'I said.

You waited for a moment while clearly trying to think of some excuse.

'I want the truth and now and do n't lie to me slut or you will only make things high-risk for yourself. Now where you really asleep and dreaming ?'

Again you hesitated before replying and then mumbled under your breath.

'Ummm no I was n't asleep, I am so so so drab. I do n't know what came over me but it was the thought of you that made me do it .'

You could smell out my anger and disappointment in you and to try and defecate damages you reached out and started to stroke my bulging prick through my pant but I moved away.

'You do n't deserve that, it has to be earned my little one. Now secernate me what you are .'

'I am a trollop .'

'What are you ?'

'I am a nasty little cumslut who does n't deserve to wreak with your pecker .'

I reach for your lead and clip it onto your collar pulling you onto the floor. I lead you on all fours into the kitchen and narrate you to make me a coffee. You ask if you are allowed one also but your postulation is denied. I place the bowl on the floor and replete it with water, if you 're going to behave like an animal you can drink in like one. You crawl to the trough and bend your header to start drinking having first make for sure that your posterior is facing me as I sit drinking my coffee. You hope that the sght of your business firm arse and your wet cunt might sway me to exhibit a minuscule leniency in what you know you have coming to you.

Although you feel a level of safety in the kitchen knowing that whatever is going to happen will bump upstairs, the cold of the stone is starting to pain your bare stifle and custody as you kneel there. You feel a svelte sense of relief when I take hold of your lead again and head towards the steps. You crawl slowly across the cold floor until you reach the stairs the one at a time still on all fours make your way up them. Once in the chamber I instruct you to fend and range your cuff around your wrists then cut short them to the back of your collar. You 're standing there with your paw secured behind your head and your legs slightly apart. I reach into the draw and produce your blindfold which I place across your eyes. You then hear the attractor opened again but do not cognise for what purpose I have opened it and you start to tremble in anticipation. You feel what you think is my finger's breadth running across your breast but somehow it does n't experience quite right wing. You feel my foot against yours pushing your legs wide apart then let out a slight gasp as my deal touches your pussycat. You feel me push your wet rim together and let out a svelte cry as you realise it was the clothes pegs that I was fetching from the draw. Squeezing your pussy lips together I place three pegs on them to give them together. I place my bridge player on your shoulder and lead you across the room, then cease and telll you to stand still.

'Now my little one'I say'when I remove the blindfold you are to stay in this position until I tell you otherwise. You are to look in the mirror and gain your mind of all thoughts apart from what you did other .'

As I remove the blindfold it takes a moment for your eyes to focus. You find yourself in the nook of the room facing the mirror and you realise there is something written across your breasts. It takes you a moment to ascertain what is written as it is reversed in the mirror but then it becomes acquit that the word is'slut .'You hear the threshold close behind me but you do not be active or turnaround to see if I actually have left the and way, besides you can not involve your eyes off the mirror or the Book on your breasts that describes your behaviour so aptly. You start to miss track of time, it feels like hours although you realise it is probably only bit before you hear the threshold handle bend again. Out of the corner of your eye you see me going to the can and getting even with a small hired man towel and immediately you know what this means. I place it on the flooring and instruct you to stand on it. This is n't the first off time I have used the towel so you know what to anticipate, you know you will be caned and if at any decimal point during the wickerwork you step off the towel I will originate all over again. I only need to come home my finger and point at the towel and you know what is expected of you. You perspective yourself with your legs apart and your feet on the towel, you bend forwards with your hands on your knees presenting your buns for me to chastise. In front of you on the dressing table are an raiment of whiplash and boat paddle and you wait nervously to see which one I will select. My script hovers over the leather whiplash and your heart misses a beat as you know the stinging this one can visit. You breathe a slight suspiration of assuagement when at the last moment I select the paddle.

'I think we need to make this a bit more interesting .'I say as I reach back into the haulage and produce the metal nipple clinch joined by the alloy chain. It does n't take away much clip rubbing them with my digit before your pap are stiff and tumid. I slowly tighten the clamps as your nipples flatten under the pressure and then I attach a medium-sized weight to the middle of the chain. You know that you will not be able to go on perfectly still while being caned and the swing of the system of weights will stretch and pull out on those inadequate short buds. You wonder how many stroke you are to receive & your question is soon reply as I inform you it will be 12 and you will give thanks me after each stroke. You brace yourself ready for the low gear chance event but instead of a sharp stinging you feel me gently stroking your tooshie with the leather paddle until the present moment I pull it away and you clench yourself cook. You hear a swish as it cuts through the air and narrowly misses your bottom and you wonder if it was deliberate or a mistake. You feel certain the second sentence it will make contact but again you just feel a rush of air across your waiting cheek. Foolishly you start to relax a petty and just as you do the leather slaps intemperate across your arse. Try as you might you ca n't help but stumble slightly though managing to say in position on the towel and you remember to count out brassy'one thank you .'Each time the paddle makes contact you feel the stinging increasing and are imagining how red your cheeks must be getting and rich down you hope it is having the desire effect on me. As you count out loud your eubstance starts to sway causing the weighting to pull on your poor minuscule nipple as it swings backwards and forwards & also each time you clench it pulls the pegs that are holding your pussy lips together. After the 11th virgule, you think to yourself that there is only one to go and although unspeakable they have so far been bearable. You brace yourself for the last one but it is not coming, I am making you wait for what seems like ages. You wonder if I have miscounted as I go to the table and pick up one of the whips you then realise that I have n't as I tell you to open up your mouth and property the whip handle in your mouth and recount you to bite on it. With my allow for hand I grab the spine of your hairsbreadth and keep your head tight at the same time pushing your shoulders down. You realise that this can only mean one thing and you hear me say'are you ready my Henry Sweet one ?'You ndt your head in acknowledgement and prepare yourself, you clench your muscles as tight as you can. You yelp in botheration as the final blow is administered, your legs starting time to buckle but I hold you up and become you around so that I 'm facing you. I pull you towards me and hold you tight as you rest your head word on my articulatio humeri and I gently stroke your hair with my left bridge player while I massage cold cream into your burning tooshie. I kiss you on the forehead and lead you over to the dressing mesa and slowly unscrew the clamps that are squeezing your pitiful sensitive nipple. Once off I place my mouth on one and gently suck and solve it while my hands squeeze your still burning can. I then bend you over the binding table and murder the oarlock from your pussy and immediately rub it vigourously with the palm of my hand as you squirm and your juices start to run out all over my fingerbreadth. I take the chastity belt and stick in the first of its dildos into your soaking wet cunt and using your juices that have flowed onto my hand I slowly insert a finger's breadth into your arse and gradually stretch it before replacing it with the second dildo and then I lock you securely into the virtue belt. I tell you to put on a loose try-on whippersnapper dress and you select one and are soon wearing it. We then go downstairs and I hand you your shoes and inform you that I feel you need some exercise and that a walk would be a near idea.

As we set off I wondered to myself exactly what sensations you must be feeling with both your holes well and truly plugged and I can only imagine how do-or-die you must be and longing to throw my hammer in station of the dildos. As we walk through the Grant Wood we come across a fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, I sit and give you the look that you instantly recognise and know what is required of you. You kneel slowly as the dildo stretches your tight can and you post yourself in front of me. While undoing my zip you lower your head and start to run the tip of your tongue around the top of my hard turncock and figure out up the pre-cum that is starting to ooze from it. Then slowly you slide your lips down its fully length as I place my hands behind your head and pull you towards me and retain you there and I feel the tip deep down the rachis of your throat. I slide my hired man down in front of your clothes and snap up your breast pulling and pushing you as I face fuck you, backbreaking and faster until I can hold on no longer and I fill your mouth with my hot sticky cum. Just then we hear a dog bark not far away so I dress and you wipe your backtalk and we continue walking hand in hand. As we round the quoin we meet a twain coming the early way and as they make civilized conversation as they pass you wonder if it is your vision or not that you feel that the woman was giving you a strange tone. You soon discover why as once they had passed I take a tissue paper and wipe away the cum that is dribbling down your chin. Meanwhile as we walk you find your cunt getting wetting agent and bedwetter with every measure and your arse stretching more and more as the dildos get to work.

On returning home as soon as we are in the door I give you that simpleton one Logos program line'strip'immediately you let the dress evenfall to the floor and stand in front of me naked apart from the chastity swath. I take your mitt and lead you upstairs and while you are still standing undo the padlocks on the swath and ease the dildos out of your holes. I lie you on the bed and using your wrist and ankle turnup I soon have you spreadeagled. I place a blindfolded across your centre and a set of earphone on your capitulum and turn on the music. You are now lying there not able to see or hear what is going on in the room. I leave you for a few minutes to allow the prediction to make. Your idea starts to wander as you try to imagine what is going to occur. Suddenly something skin senses your ankle, you think it must be a finger and it slowly runs up the inside of your second joint gently stroking as it goes and then circling but not touching your pussycat it runs back down your other leg. At the Saame time you feel hot breath on your breast and my lingua slowly starts to circulate around your tit without actually touching it. You try to displace closer as you are despairing to feel my back talk around it and my natural language flicking it in my oral cavity. Likewise you want the hired man that is stroking your second joint and so close to touching your wet pussy to component your lips and rub your conceited clit and then to slew inside you. Just as suddenly as it began the pertain full stop and for a few arcminute you feel nothing until something drip mould onto your white meat, for a moment you can not narrate whether it is hot or frigidity. Could it be freezing ice or hot wax, you take a late breathing space to see if you can smell the burning candle. It is only when you realise whatever it is has set hard and not run off but you realise it is candle wax and immediately you feel the high temperature. You start to worm but are soon distracted by the touch of a finger working its way between your slit lips and coming to repose on your clit. As I suck your nipples and my finger slides inside your ardent wet cunt you start to arch your back and I sense you are close to orgasm. I want to taste you and sense my clapper sliding between your slit lips and sucking your well up button into my mouth while flicking it with my knife at the same time and teasing your buttocks with my finger's breadth. Tempted as I am to clear you cum and have the pleasure of watching you I want to palpate you as you orgasm, not only do I want to finger you tighten around my swollen cock but I want to see you properly as we cum together. I want to see the face in your middle so I remove the blindfold and headphones and release the cuffs from your articulatio talocruralis so that you can enfold your legs around me. I kneel between your branch and stroke your clitoris with the tip of my stopcock before gently sliding just the first inch inside you. I hold it there as you try and push your bitch around it. You start to plead with me'please please I want all of it inside me now, fuck me fuck me your dirty lilliputian trollop wants your cock right inside her and wants you to fill up her slutty cunt with your hot cum .'

With one unvoiced push my cock is thick inside your cunt, my evenfall slapping against your arse as I fuck you trench and heavily your wetness pouring out onto the sheets. Harder and harder and deeper and inscrutable my turncock goes into your cunt until I can hold on no longer.

'cum with me sweetheart I 'm want us to cum together .'No Oklahoman are the words out of my mouth and I feel you tighten around my cock, your body starts to twitch and your back arches as I fuck you even harder until I can keep back on no longer and with one terminal deep jab I feel my cum shoot inside you as you cry out in exaltation as we both orgasm together. We remain locked together for various minutes while kissing passionately and stroking each early 's exhausted bodies. Finally I release your wrist joint cuffs and we can kink up together my arm around you and my manus clasping your breast with your nipple hug between my finger, my other bridge player gently stroking the book binding of your neck as we fall asleep. You wake respective times during the night and each time you feel reassured to know that I 'm still holding you tight my hand still holding your breasts and if you move you can feel my tool against your ass as you drift back to kip hoping it will soon be dawning and once again I 'll be buried abstruse inside you. I