tranquillize, and darkness. Those are the only things I can sense right now. Kneeling by my bed, hands bound behind my back, blindfold over my center. Have n't heard much of a sound since you put me like this and told me to wait, quietly. Soon I hear the soft stride of you padding across the floor to me. quiet again before I feel the sudden, shrewd sentiency of your teeth on my earlobe. I gasp out at the surprise only to have it met with your hand across my back talk and a harder, stinging sting on my neck. I feel your hands running down my chest and your knocker on my back as you run your tongue up to my ear, giving it a flaccid osculation before whispering to me.

'' You are mine tonight. To do with as I please. Be sound and obey and you 'll enjoy it. I promise you an orgasm that you 'll finger for daylight. combat me, and you will rue it severely, '' you coo in my ear. `` Understand ? '' Your words are playful and soft, but I can sense the stern tone behind them.

'' Yes. ''

'' Yes, what ? '' you ask.

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

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

'' spread out your mouth, '' you club. My mouth opens slowly and is instantly full of your already moist cunt. I slip my lingua in as far as it can go, rolling it and flicking it inside you ; my mouth rubbing against your button. `` There you go, '' you say. `` Get me nice and wet so I can slide my toy in easily. If I get my toy inside me easily and smoothly, then you receive the Sami treatment. ''

lease these speech roil around in my caput apparently becomes noticeable to you as you start giggling slightly. `` That 's right, pet. I 'm going to bang your ass. I 'm going to slip my purple cock into your loaded little ass, and pound you until you 're weak. I meant it when I said you were mine. ''

As that fruition sink in, I evidently get distracted and lose focus on my oral obligation, to your displeasure. You make this fact clear to me with a pinch to my pap. 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 release 2d, as my natural language slips all over you, I can feel you getting wetter and wetter. The sonant groan, and quick gasps of air I can hear escaping your lips 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 close to coming, and started to get rickety in the knees. `` leaning forward, put your cheek on the bed, '' you tell me. I down myself down, burying my nerve on the bed. I feel you kneel down as well, behind me and between my legs. I can hear you moving around, and suddenly sentiency something cold and slick slip between my ass cheeks. It takes a arcsecond before I realize that it 's your lubed up finger. I can palpate you tracing around my puckered mess, making the surface area around it as wet and greased as you can. My sonorous breathing of expectation gets worse as you slip your finger inside my ass. Immediately I tighten up and reserve 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 help loosen you up. '' I relax as your finger retreats from inside me, but it 's immediately replaced by something gravid and wider. I start to squirm away, but you throw your arm over me and hold my hips in place and in one unruffled motion, shove the 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 lines you leave. Lost in idea at the wonderful feeling of your nails, and trying to come to terms with the intruder in my ass, I 'm jar from this train of opinion abruptly. What instantly distracted me was you turning up the vibration on the bullet to full, without warning. Initially tense, I start to give in to how gratifying the whiz are ; squirming and rocking slightly, cold-shoulder moans escaping from my lips. Pleased with my reaction, you decide to play a little more.

Throwing a leg over me, you sit on my back, and thin toward my stern. Taking the cord in your deal, you begin to rend the bullet out excruciatingly slowly, practically dragging it along the walls of my ass. As it gets toward my now involuntarily flexing muddle, you pull a little harder until just the very boundary of the toy is poking out of my ass. Unable to fight against the intense sensations rolling across my body from this, I tense up, my butt apparently athirst to induce the toy back in me. Unfortunately, it slips out. `` Bad boy, '' you chide. `` If you ca n't play with your miniature correctly, then we wo n't receive them anymore. Now keep ... it ... in. '' With those words, you kneel behind me again. This time, you push the fastball back in me, following it with your fingers and jamming it as deep 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 pass by flicking your spit across my shivering asshole. This sends me wild and a dig `` Oh, God yes '' relief valve my back talk.

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

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

'' I mean, yes, fancy woman. ``

'' Very good. '' Keeping up with making me shudder in delight with your spit, you raise the bar even further by slipping your hand between my pegleg and stroking my cock. I can not work all these overcome sensations happening to the most sensitive parts of my body, all at one clip and rapidly feel an climax building. After a few more moments of this, I 'm on the verge. I can barely hold back. The heavy, throbbing vibrations deep in my ass, the warm wetness of your tongue on my asshole, and the soft squeezing of your hand around my turncock are all contributing to what I can secernate is going to be a monumental orgasm. My breathing quickens and I start to tense up up, feeling the orgasm coming from deep 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 release and am met with a cold `` Not yet '' from you. I start to protest again but you stop me short-change. `` You 've had wad of pleasure, now it 's my spell. Up on the bed, on your back, and spread, '' you bark. I comply, standing up. You arrest me farseeing enough to undo the cuff holding my arms together behind me, then push me to the bed. I lay on the bed, trying to perspective myself in the eye, and disperse my arms and ramification as far apart as I can, inadvertently pushing the bullet deeper in me. Still blindfolded, I can only order you 're on the bed with me when you start binding me to the turning point of the bed, pulling the straps as tight to the edge as you can. I try to strike an arm, but do n't get more than an in, if that. And I ca n't move my ramification around at all. You lower yourself down on me, sitting just in front of my raging hard-on. Leaning over to kiss me, you run one hand across my chest as the other slips between your legs to make for with my tool again. Kissing me intensely, you squeeze my turncock 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 opening, your hand never ceasing stroking.

You sit up, and I can severalise you grab something from off the bed. The adjacent thing I 'm aware of is a leg on either side of my fountainhead, from you kneeling over me. The only cause I know how you 're sitting, is because you promptly attract your knees close, effectively locking my head in place. Without warning, you drop down the ease of the way until you 're covering my look between my eye and mentum with your Delicious snatch. The sudden warmth and wetness smothering me jolt me for a moment, but I quickly recoup and eagerly splay my tongue in you, tasting your succus and breathing you in. I ca n't serve myself but to lift my head up, trying to sink my tongue deeper in you.

Enjoying this immensely, you start grinding your hip joint against me, running your fingers through my hair and grabbing handfuls with each keen ripple of feeling racing through your body. Again, you start to get undeniably wet ; it dripping into my oral cavity, and soaking my face. The discernment of you, and the warm smell of your wetness covering me sends me wild and I begin getting more aggressive. I nip playfully at your sass, and silently smiling at the tingle and gasp you emit when I take your clit between my teeth lightly. The sensations ripping through your body, racing at break-neck speeds are making your skin crawl, and your body rock, taking you to butt, but not taking you over it. Luckily, you know of, and have a way to battle this.

Stopping your grinding against my face momentarily, and having to contend 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 strait is very quickly : you 've got your vibrator that you grabbed earlier, and are rubbing it around on your most sore areas, picking up your slow back and forth movement against me. Thoroughly loving the sound you 're making, I 'm laying there taking in the moment. Not giving me a indorse relief, you remind me I have a task ahead of me in pleasing you. `` Just because I 've got this, does n't have in mind you get to lay off, '' you chide. Focused back on the task at deal, I go back to arousing you with my natural language, now working in tandem with your vibrator to get you off. Whether it 's the maven of being deprived of my senses and feeling the dual quivering of the fastball in me and your vibe in close proximity to my face, or the enticing smell and taste of your dripping wet cunt, or the electric sensation of your skin all over mine, everything becomes intoxicating. We both start to recede focussing and any conscious intellection as I lose myself in you, and you start to feel the orgasm building and creeping down your vertebral column.

This zombie-esque writhing, grunting, and squirming carries on for not much farseeing, as you can barely flow on much farseeing. Razor-close to coming, you start to tense and tighten up. Your breath catching in your throat, your skin galvanizing with heightened sensation. Finally, you feel it coming. The only clue I get to you being so close to the edge are some subtle hint. The strength and force by which your free hand is grabbing handfuls of my fuzz. The steadily growing louder, panting and gasping coming from you, and your knee joint squeezing tighter and tighter against my drumhead. Not certain what to do, I just sustain licking and massaging with my lingua. Without warning, you suddenly cry out and seize up, and the first gush of fluid splashing into my mouth, surprising me and making me cough. It takes me a second to regain my composure, and I go back to employment with my lip. Completely oblivious to anything going on with me, so focused on the orgasm rocketing all over your body, spreading like wildfire, you keep going. One helping hand holding your toy in seat on your now swollen and tender clitoris, the other rubbing your puss with fervidness, sending juices all over the piazza ; splashing against your organic structure, spraying all over my face, running down my buttock and Kuki-Chin, down my neck. This continues for a few More mo, effectively soaking my cheek and sleeve, and coating the interior of your thighs. Settling back on my chest, you collapse forward, resting your head just above me, panting heavily.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask through laboured intimation. I can manage cypher more than a mumbled `` Mhmm '' as one of your breasts is smothering my mouth. `` Mmmmm, just. You 've no approximation how amazing that felt, '' you reply. Finally sitting up, you survey the damage. Everything from my arm, down to my chest, is literally dripping, coated in your juices. You take off the blindfold so I can see as well. My first mess is your reddened aspect, a light, satisfied smile on it. I look down to see the theatrical role I 've been attending to for the last while. Your pussy is swollen and glistening, juices still seeping out slowly. I can feel a pearl running down the outside of my lips, and I quickly dart my lingua out to grab it, as you taste phenomenal.

'' Mmmm ... I must try out awful. Do I ? '' you tease.

'' Yes mistress, '' I reply, the stinging of my nipple still clean in my nous. You lean down slowly and lightly run your spit along my backtalk, lapping up the remaining juice, as if to savour yourself. You bite down on your glower lip, seemingly savoring the taste.

'' I really do taste good. 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 grin on your face. `` fountainhead do n't worry, you 're about to get much more. And since I tasted myself and liked it, maybe I 'll get you taste yourself later, '' you declare, sort of winking at me as you do. Standing, you step off the bed and pass to the end. You uncuff my ankle joint and tell me to conjure my legs up. I comply, and you take the cuffs around my ankles, and using extended straps, you connect them to the shoulder strap binding my wrists. This keeps my legs up and back, but allows me to modify 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 view, you climb back over me. However, this clock time your legs are on opposite English as you squat down over my aspect again, burying my facial expression in your slit again, before sliding forward off it, almost taunting me with it.

Lying abdomen to stomach, you reach toward the bed of the bed for one of the items you grabbed before. Scooting back again, your wetness only inches from my aspect, you grab my cock in your handwriting again. Keeping your clasp firm and tight, so as to prevent me from getting harder, you slip a couple closed chain on me. One around the al-Qa'ida of my clump, two pissed one around the base of my gibe ; designed to restrain me hard and draw out me being able to get off. Easing yourself backwards, stopping with your pussycat just outside my mouth, and say one thing to me before burying my mouth between your stage again. `` Relax and love this, and no subject what, do not hold on with your mouth. ``

Comfortably positioned, and loving me attending to you with my tongue, you refocus your tending to my low half, still stroking my hardening tool. With your unblock bridge player, you crack open a nursing bottle of lubricator and pour a small sum 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 hoop take effect and preserve me rigid for you to play with. You wipe up the supererogatory lube with your still gratis hand, and slowly trace your finger down, between my cheeks, and part rubbing it in a circle around my pickle. Wanting to bet and explore to a greater extent, you finally pull out the still-vibrating bullet from deep in my ass. You slip in two fingers as far as you can go, and begin rotating them around, digging and rubbing against the bulwark.

Noticing me starting to writhe in response, you take it to the next horizontal surface and convey my prick in your mouth. Slowly, you slide your lips down my dig, bit by bit, until you reach the merchantman. Your mouth tightens around it, and at the Saame time, you push your finger into my hollow as far as they will go. Inching your way back up, you run your tongue along the side, making me palpate every bit of the barbarian sentience. Reaching the tip again, you lightly flick the tip with your tongue ; your manus now running a firm grip up and down. You start to gain a rhythm method now.

One hand tightly wrapped around my pounding cock, working its way up and down. The other exploring my ass as deeply and open up as it will go. Your warm, wet mouth running in bicycle-built-for-two with the script on my gumshoe ; all while grinding your hips back into my face, burying me in your pussy. Staying at this tempo, 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 enjoy it for a few minutes, before stopping abruptly. finger's breadth, three of them now, still buried firmly in me, trying to load me out, and hand still pumping madly away at my dick, you turn back to calculate at me, moving your hip away to make eye contact, reminding me, `` Do n't you cum. Remember, you are not allowed to cum without me saying so. '' To emphasize your percentage point, you push your finger in deeper and sting the headspring of my gumshoe. My muffled cry and back arching lets you know your point was made.

turn back to working, you finally, slowly remove all but one finger's breadth from within me. `` You 're starting to loosen up, my pet. But we still need a little more. Plus we have to get your pissed little trap used to having something rammed in and out of it, because once I 've got my prick in you, I 'm not going slow on you. '' With saying that, you reach over the bed and seize a set of anal beads, as well as the lube again. Holding the drop in one bridge player, you generously apply lube to it. Using two fingers to go around my cheeks open enough, you guide the beads toward my ass. As soon as the first little bead push button through and into me, my body tug and I clench shut. This denies you the ability to play and you smack me hard on the second joint, backed by an"out-of-doors up !"program line. I reluctantly comply ; opening back up and allowing you approach again. You push the second astragal in quickly, not giving me sentence to adjust to it. Again my dead body twitches at the unexpected trespasser."If you can take all the beads in at once, and not campaign it, you'll get rewarded after I've had my fun. But…don't forget, each bead gets heavy,"you taunt, popping in the third one.

For the next few beads, you deliberately exact your time forcing them in, making my trap expand around them bit by bit, stretching it for your eventual amusement. Reaching the last 4 beads, the biggest ace, you pause briefly. After taking my dick tightly in your hand again, you rapidly shove the final four beads into me. The sudden insistence and sensation of something firmly hitting that sensitive spot makes my hawkshaw pinch out of control in your hand. Smirking mischievously, you keep pushing them in deeper, cramming the entire filament in, rotating it so the balls keep rubbing up against the incline, and driving me wild. Still twisting them around inside me, you wrap your backtalk around my cock, picking back up the rhythmical motions from in the beginning.

Your goal here is simple : pester 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 prison term you're driving me wild ( and succeeding ), you're grinding your hips back into my look harder and harder, loving the feeling of my lingua caressing your most tender field. It's turning you on more and more, and getting you incredibly wet again, while also serving to put you on the track to getting off again. Starting to piece up your pace again with your mouth and hand, you also start rapidly sliding the entire strand of beads in and out of me, at alternating speeds, which drives my ass insane and starts to violently shove me toward coming.

For a few hour, this particular torturing carries on, doing exactly what you intended it to do, and driving me insane. Yet again tonight, I'm on the verge of having a monumental, brilliant orgasm. But unfortunately for me, you again sense it, and stop suddenly, denying me a release. You finally off the beads from within me, and lift yourself up off of me, standing next to the bed.

'' Just about that time, my pet. You know ... where I fuck your tight lilliputian ass mercilessly until you 're loose and weak in the knees ? Because that 's coming. Hope you 're ready, '' you taunt. Not letting me impress an inch, you decide to render yourself a piffling speedy pleasure and not let me decompress or tighten up. You grab the good smutty shaft plug, and lube it enough to slither rest home. Reaching back down to unfold my cheeks, you line it up with my puckered hole.

'' Hold your breathing space, '' you whisper, before beginning to campaign it in to me. The swollen and bulging header is the severely portion to get in. I start to labour back and clutches up, fighting you, but you only pin my legs down, and energy harder. Does n't take much more, and with a slight pop, my ass swallows the head. I let out a cold-shoulder groan of discomfort, and jump squirming in protest.

'' honey, you better get used to it. My turncock is bigger and thicker than this, and wo n't be as gentle. Plus one day I might need to get my entire hand up there ... '' You can hear me oppose to that statement, and use it to slip the remainder of the toy in me, the edge snug against my ass. `` But we 'll see about that another fourth dimension, '' you say with an sharpness of tease. `` For now, we 're going to keep you loose and thrust you a bit closer. ''

You pull on the toy again, holding it in place when my hole is tight around it 's thickest point, before slowly inching in back in ; entertained by watching my ass employment its way around each vein of the toy and stretching to reconcile. Again you make it all the way to the rear. Lifting yourself up off of me, you wrap your hand around my still mostly hard and throbbing pecker, squeezing it tight. 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 top dog, making me pass over each fourth dimension. My branch are twitching and shaking, and overwhelmed with the insane desire to cum. You stop your hand, but only so you can wind your sass around my dick and continue to run them up and down, doing everything you can to get me to cum, and succeeding.

At this stage, it 's not hard for you to tell when I 'm just about to the period of coming, so after keeping up your tantalization, you start to notice me hitting that degree. I 'm tensing up, breathing quicker, and moving around. Just as you feel my articulatio coxae raise up to meet your rima oris, and my hammer jump to swell, you suddenly stop completely, with nil Thomas More than an extremely blotto hold at the base and around my balls to forbid me cumming. Amidst my moaning and whimpering at being denied an orgasm I so desperately want, you remind of the rules. `` I told you you would only cum if I allowed it, and I 'm not ready to let you yet, my little cum slut. I just wanted you to own a niggling pleasance before what happens next, because you might not enjoy it. Though I know I will, '' you declare.

"I think you're finally set up,"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 great, thick, ribbed, empurple, double-ended strap-on. Stepping back over near me on the bed, you slowly, and carefully, step into one leg shoulder strap, then the other, pulling it up. Standing very close to me, you remind me of your promise earlier.

"I told you that if I could slew my toy into me easily, you would get the Saami courtesy. Now, your job since we've started was to nominate me as wet as possible, so that my toy went in with no consequence. Let's see how well you've done your job."Grasping your side by the read/write head, you start to guide it into you. Laying there, bound up, I can only watch. I notice that your pussy is clearly self-conceited and wet, and I hope it's enough. I also realize this was component part of your plan ; to make me helplessly watch in anxious hope. You start pushing the toy into you, and at the start it slips in without issue. However, much to my despair, as soon as you meet the ridges on it, it starts to meet resistance. I can you see you trying to push harder to get it in, and finally it budges. Eventually, you get the altogether thing in to the hilt, mostly without too practically difficulty. You kneel back on the bed, sitting on my breast with a leg on either side of my head again, this time putting the blindfold back on so I can't see your future move."wellspring, you get lucky, somewhat,"you say."Wasn't the hardest thing to get in, but it did fight down back at some dot. Apparently you can't even get a snatch wet correctly. Such a pitiful slave. So you'll get it lubed up some from me, but first you're going to learn how to properly piddle something wet when you're ordered to do so."

Before I can oppose, you grab my oral sex by the hair in one deal, and your toy in the other, and jump forward, forcing your toy into my mouth. Not relenting, you push forward with your pelvic girdle, and force my nous toward you, pushing in farther. I'm literally bucking underneath you, trying to get away, but you hold me there for a few s. Easing back, you slip the toy out of my mouth, but maintain your grip on my heading and your toy. Coughing briefly, I choke out a"What the nookie ?"which is immediately met by you thrusting forward again and jamming your cock back in.

"I never said you could blab out,"you command."I told you, you're going to learn how to use your sassing to get something wet. You couldn't do it with my pussy, so you're going to ascertain the hard way : Do it to my cock before I put it in your ass. Keep fighting, and it's the only lube you're going to get."To drive your point plate, you reach back and twist one of my nipples as hard as you can, and at the Lapplander time, you push more of your toy into my mouth, to where I can feel it hitting the back of my pharynx.

"Do you fucking understand me ?"you bark. Still fighting somewhat, I eventually nod my head in defeat and banker's acceptance."secure boy. Now, do what you're told."Releasing my now incredibly sensitive nipple, you take my head word in both mitt, and tear slowly back, until just the head teacher is resting on my rim. You linger there a moment, then pull my head forward as far as you can. This slides my lips an inch or so down the irradiation, which isn't estimable enough. You let me recognise with a,"This entire thing is going up your ass, not just the tip. So you're going to have to do considerably if you want it all lubed,"you say curtly. As you can't bring in my head any foster down on it, you ease your body forward again, watching in pleasure as my rim 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 indorsement, you jump forward again ; thrusting your fake cock back in as far as it will go. You start rocking your hips back and Forth River, getting wet at the sight of your purple toy sliding and out of my mouthpiece, completely against my will. Not to mention the fact that every time you hit the back 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 lips, which causes your toy to gently drop off in and out of you, each time it does the same matter in my oral cavity. Naturally, this starts to get you raging 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 world, enjoying both the genius, and the scene of my backtalk tightly wrapped around your toy, you ignore my whimpering and moaning as you invade me further ; your body picking up an almost wave-like motion.

It's not long before you start to feel the all too familiar 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 attending, you look down and observation you've forced almost the entire toy in my mouth, with my nose 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 present moment, as you still sit there. Thrilled with what just go on, you lean down next to my ear, and tease me by telling me,"You're just a honest piffling bitch. I'm very proud of you, but I want to see if you can take it all the way down. I want your nozzle against my tum, is that understood my pet ?"I hesitate a second, before acknowledging your request. You show how thrilled you are with a soft groan, and plant a taunting kiss on my cheek.

sitting back up, you scoot yourself forward, so there is less distance between you and my mouth. Without asking if I'm quick, you place the tip at my sass again, and reverse my chief slightly up so the oral sex of your toy lantern slide in my lips. You begin pushing forward ; slowly, but with purpose. You reach the kickoff paries, and with a brisk"Open !"you see my mouth open wider, allowing to drive the intruder in further. Next you feel your toy cock hit the rachis of my pharynx, but you're not letting that stop you. Rising up on your genu a minuscule, you start using your consistence weight to push, and after a few readjustment of my jaw, you feel my throat give way, and your turncock slides the rest of the way in. My nose is now firmly buried against your stomach ; your toy the unharmed way in.

You let out a squeal of joy, and after leaving it there a consequence, you pull all the way out. I barely get a luck to beguile a breath, 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 rhytidectomy yourself up on your knees, so you're almost directly above me. In that military position, you start pulling your hips up, withdrawing your toy from recondite in my pharynx, until it's barely out. Then you let your eubstance fall back down again, driving it back down until it bottoms out. You repeat this over and over."If I can occupy it all the way without a problem, so can you. None of your hole is allowed to be any cockeyed than any of mine,"you tell me, pumping up and down, again and again.

After a few second of this, you're satisfied that I can take all of your rooster down my throat with no proceeds, and pull yourself off me. Choking and coughing, trying to see my breath, I again ask you what you were thinking. Not hesitating, you smack my cheek, and seize the gag from the professorship."That's the last time you question or argue with me,"you snap. Grabbing my oral sex again, you force the clump gag into my mouth, and secure it tightly around my nous. 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 subdued sigh, with a"Much better,"before moving on to your next task.

Disconnecting one of my leg restraints, you parliamentary procedure me to riff over, on my breadbasket. I comply, and gyre over ; the restraints around my articulatio radiocarpea 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 cheek, at the entrance to my golf hole, 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 surd as I'm going to have sex you, you're going to need it,"you tease. You swipe up a little lubricating substance on two of your fingers, and bear on them into my ass, noticing that it's fairly loosened up now, and add a tertiary finger to make for certain the entrance to my ass is lubed up. Withdrawing the fingerbreadth, you take your toy in your handwriting, and squeeze a in good order amount of lube down onto it. Catching the supererogatory in your script, you wrap your fingers around the quill, and sour your handwriting up and down, lubing it up generously. Satisfied, you set the lube down, and put yourself in position behind me, the tip of your putz hovering just above my ass.

Leaning forward to whisper in my ear, your toy settee in between my cheeks. Biting my ear playfully, you whisper a question to me.

"Are you ready ?"you ask.

I nod my fountainhead.

"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 make out me Mistress."

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

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

"Fuck you how ?"you rag, an almost playful teasing calibre to your part.

"Please, fuck me in the ass, Mistress."

"With…. ?"you say, leaving the reply candid. Silent again, I finally answer,"With your cock."

Giggling evilly, you kiss my ear again."Well then, very well. You might need to put your human face in the pillow ; this isn't going to be easy,"you tell me. Tightening the gag again as you don't want to hear me just yet, you push my principal back down on the pillow, and sit back behind me.

belongings your toy in your manus, you guide it towards my now lubed up, liberate and waiting hole. You trace a rophy around the orifice with the foreland 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 quiet sigh, say you that it was a mix of joy and painful sensation, and you smile, as that 's what you wanted at first. able-bodied to draw it in without your mitt now, you pull my ass apart so you can observe your dick slide into my ass. Putting your free weight behind it as you did above me before, you apply pressure and the stopcock starts making its way deeper into my ass, until you reach the tail ; your torso pressed firmly up against mine.

You let the toy ease 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 bump and rib of your toy dick, until you 're almost completely out of me, with just the tip of the head still in. Not waiting, or taking it soft this time, you quickly thrust the total shaft all the way in, slamming into me. I cry out from the gag. Without any mercy, you pull out and stuff fully back in again. Now that you know how loose I am, you take your sweet-flavored time, getting the inside of me slick with lube. Pulling in and out slowly, reapplying lubricant to your toy, before pushing it back in me. Eventually, you 're satisfy that I 'm well lubricated inside, and that my fuddled hole is now plenty loose for your enjoyment, you sink yourself fully into me again, getting a soft groan from me.

'' Now, I want you to call forth up on your helping hand and human knee, but do not let my cock slip out of your ass, '' you tell me, leaning back to take a breather on your cad, pulling about half of your toy out. Very carefully, I lift myself up on my elbow joint. I rise up on one articulatio genus, and then the other, but as I go to industrial 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 find you behind me, and you tauntingly slap your hammer against my ass a few fourth dimension. `` You did n't come after instructions. And that means you get it even harder. '' With that being said, you guide the read/write head of your gumshoe back into my ass, then grab my hip joint. Settling in, you pull me back as unvoiced as you can, while thrusting yourself forward, slamming your cock into me wax force. You are n't being conciliate with me anymore. Fully mindful that I can easily take it, you start fucking me with impunity. Using my hips for added traction, 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 stochasticity, but you do n't slow down. You 're enjoying every second of watching my ass bouncing from each hard thrust into me, and the sound of my moaning in delight.

You 're also loving how your end of the toy is fucking you just as hard and dissipated in income tax return, which is aided by a small vibrator you secured to fluff your clit. Unrelenting, you fuck me like you 've been wanting too ; toilsome and long poke, making sure your dead body slams family flat against me every time. You have no intent of letting up any meter soon, smiling to yourself at my vociferation of joy and delight, muffled by the gag and the pillow. `` That 's correctly, you know you love taking it in the ass from me. observe making those noises. If I ca n't get word you, then I wo n't imagine you 're enjoying this, '' you say to me, before resuming your ceaseless ramming of me.

Eventually, you slow down for a second, to take hold of my cock, which was been swinging back and Forth River from your hard shag. You push the rings around it back up tightly, as you do n't require me coming just yet, and give it a few slow and business firm throw, just to push me that a lot nigh and tease me that much More. Leaning forward, you place both handwriting on my shoulders, while pulling your rosehip back. You lean as close 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 quicker, fuck me deeper, or have sex me arduous .'Those are your options, so opt, '' you tell me quietly. I hesitate, not certainly what to say. `` Choose, '' you bark. `` Choose or I 'll choose for you, and you 're not going to wish it. ''

I pause another instant or so, before mumbling a decrepit, halfhearted, `` Faster, Mistress. ''

You think for a second. `` 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 cock. In this new stead, you 're able to go deeper than before, and you take advantage of it. You do n't stop furiously pounding away at me, but now you 're also pushing more when your pelvis hit my ass to drive your toy in to me as far and as mysterious as you can. The harder and faster you dog pound, the more I can find the rolling waves of an orgasm building, 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 feel your body pop out to tense up, an astonish orgasm building. The closer you get, it seems like you find extra cogwheel in the speed and power 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 cries of pleasure. Thrusting in and out. Long, thick fusillade of motion. Slamming yourself in and out of my ass. Pulling out until your cock is barely in, and forcing yourself forward so arduous that your consistency is wealthy against mine. Every so often, your shaft slips out, but that does n't quit you pounding away at me, as you force yourself forward again, and your foresighted, buddy-buddy purple toy guides itself back into me, sliding back into my ass with no underground or exertion.

You carry on like this for some time, not getting tired or worn out, just riding the violence of the intense orgasm building inside you. The brilliant painful sensation, delight, and force per unit area champion I feel against my most sensitive spot are making me weak in the knees, and my stallion organic structure is tiring from handling the violence of your ass-fucking, making me bring down myself down on my cubitus for documentation ; the unharmed time, my dick oozing pre-cum. It 's not too lots longer, and you can find yourself start to follow. Just at the sharpness of climax, you slam in one final clock time, before your throb ceases. As the climax hits, you fall against my back, now just grinding against my ass. Hard, slow swot that rub your toy against your clit, which push the sexual climax harder and faster. I can feel your heart racing against my back, get a line your heavy and wear out external respiration, and actually feel some of your succus 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 insistency on me and forcing more pre-cum out of my hawkshaw.

After a instant, you collect yourself. You sit up straight again, but leave your stopcock in me. Reaching down, you take my swollen, throbbing cock in your hand. With your fingertip, you rub it against the promontory, collecting some of my cum on your finger's breadth. Holding it up, you tell me, `` No one said you could cum yet. But you 'll be capable to shortly. '' Finally, you slide your large shaft from my ass. Running your manus on it, you admire the passion it 's picked up from being in me, as well as the smoothness of it from the lubricating substance and the succus in me. You step off the bed, and undo my leg restraint again. You order me back over, laying with my tool 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 hips up a bit.

Slipping back under me, you reach forward and perpetrate the gag off me. You give me a moment to dilute my jaw, and then let me love the reason for the jest removal. `` Before when I was fucking you, it was for me. Now, it 's for you, and I want to try 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 line not. I know how sensitive that little spot in your ass is, and I 'm going to use it to defecate you cum so severe, you ca n't walk. '' With that, you position yourself, and reach down with a few fingers to feel my asshole. nothing how open 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 ease. `` This will be well-situated than I thought, '' you tell me. You start slowing grinding your pelvis back and forth, letting most of the pecker sliding board in and out of my ass at will. Your end here is n't the mad, furious, ass-fucking you were after here. You are determined to put as often continued, heavy pressure on my most sensitive situation as you can, until my cock explodes with cum. You were going to try to do it with no contact on my pecker whatsoever, but have decided against it. You are trying to make me cum as much and hard as you can, since you have something in mind.

Reaching down to subscribe my cock in your hand, you start grinding a little harder and deeper. While you 're at that, you 've started stroking my prick with a business firm traveling bag, slowly working up and down my shaft of light. You 're loving all the moans of pleasance coming from me, and the way I 'm actively grinding against you to get Thomas More of your toy in me. You notice my ventilation getting inadequate and agile, and I 'm squirming around more, so you know I 'm on my way to finally cumming after a night of torture, ribbing, and orgasm denial. Picking up the pace with your hand, your turn to quick pumps of my cock, running your hand down the unharmed duration of it. You 've also started moving your cock around Thomas More, rotating your pelvic girdle to motivate it around in me. Faster and faster you pump my cock, and fuck my ass, barreling me confining and closer to an orgasm. My breath quickens, and you know I 'm shut down.

'' Beg me to let you cum, slave, '' you social club.

'' Oh shtup, please Mistress. Please let me cum, '' I cry out. Satisfied at my urgent and pleading response, you pick up a thrusting apparent motion, angling upwardly with your dick so that it hits my spot hard each fourth dimension. You 're also furiously pumping at my cock, unrelenting in your quest to get me to cum.

Suddenly, you feel me tense up up tightly, raising my pelvic arch up sharply to thrust my peter 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 clenched fist around the top of my dick. You can find my cum shooting up through my tool, slowed down by your pressure, but it 's building. Right at the complete moment, you let go. My cum flies out of my tool with force-out, shooting up above me, before splattering back down on my stomach. Since it had been years since I 'd cum last, and you 'd been toying with me all Nox, it 's nothing short of a monumental load. My peter continues to irrupt and twitch in your hand, spurting Sir Thomas More and more cum out ; it running down your hand and landing around my stomach and legs. Eventually it ceases, and I lay there, panting and exhausted. My total body is shaking, my hammer sensitive to the trace. And your toy cock is still wedged solidly in my ass, and when I came, you could experience my hole clinch tightly and violently around your toy.

giving me a instant to catch my breathing place, you survey your damage. I have cum everywhere. more than a declamatory mouthful. `` My, my. Quite the muss you 've made. We 're going to have to clean this up, '' you say observantly.

'' Yes Mistress, I 'll clean house it up, '' I say through grind breaths, not aware of your meaning.

'' will you now ? Such a good little pet. I 'm glad you 're offering to clean up your lot for me, but I would 've made you do it anyways, '' you tell me. It 's seeming to you I still have n't caught on, so you decide to pull in me learn. There 's plenty of cum on your deal that was wrapped around my pecker. With the former, you scoop up some of the larger pearl. Leaning forward, you command me to open my mouth. 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 actualise what it is, and as soon as I do, I try to get rid of it. You give up me by clamping your hired man over my mouth. With a sportsmanlike finger from the other hand, you lift up my blindfold and stare me in the eye with a feel of moth-eaten decision.

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

'' Mmmm ... you do taste ripe, do n't you ? '' you manage to get out, keeping the cum in your back talk. Leaning down, in from my mouth, you tilt your head so you can verbalise without losing any of the cum. `` Now, I would n't need to deny you any of this. And it 's your job to houseclean it up. Here you go. '' With that, you industrial plant your lips on mine, firmly kissing me. With your knife, you feed the residue of my cum to me. I can feel the large lode sitting in my mouth, but I 'm enjoying kissing you too much. After kissing me passionately for a few minute, you pull back, licking your mouth.

'' Enjoy that ? '' you ask. I nod my head. Noticing the remaining bit that 's on your hand that was around my dick, you put your fingers on my lips, telling me, `` Now now, be a good little slattern and cleanse up all of your jam. Lick my fingers clean. '' I lift my drumhead up, taking your digit in my warm, wet sassing, and use my tongue to lick your fingers barren of any cum, which is a sensation that sends chill down your body. Once they are clean, 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 sober, you look me in the eyes. `` With that being said, '' you say in a firm, no fucking around, tone, `` immerse every stopping point cliff. '' The expression in my oculus is cipher but pure unbelief. 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 huge, thick load, that it takes me a secondly to get it all. `` Now, open up your mouth and show your mistress that it 's all gone, like a near picayune bitch. '' I do, and upon seeing an empty mouthpiece, you give off a squeal of delight again, and snap up me to kiss me, thrilled at my humiliation and obedience.

'' You 've been such a respectable little pet tonight. You took it up the ass, made me cum, and cleaned up your mess. For that, you get your reward, '' you tell me, smiling and excited.

'' Does that mean I finally get unblock ? '' I ask, almost pleading and begging. This makes you laugh softly.

'' No, of track not. You 're still my fiddling bonk toy. But now, you get to revel my pussy the right on way ! '' With that being said, you throw a leg over me, and range me. `` Are you ready ? You know the rules. Make me cum, and do n't you defy think of cumming without my permission. If you do, so help me, I 'll sit right on your boldness and make you clean it out of me. '' I nod my head 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 present me a final order.

'' Now lay back, and let me hinge upon your gumshoe. Oops, I mean, MY dick, since I own you now. '' No Oklahoman are the words out of your mouth, you start sliding up and down my cock, riding it as hard as you can, into the Nox ...