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I left school ear­ly that day, faking a den­tist­ap­point­ment and signing out at lunch time. I’ve been­signing he acci­dent­al­ly bum­ped into my room and fucked me har­de my own forms for years and so the for­ged note­from my ‘par­ents’ didn’t rai­se any eye­brows. Whe­re Iwas hea­ded actual­ly wasn’t far from school at all, inkee­ping with my mistress’ ’25 minu­te’ rule, but Ide­ci­ded to dri­ve to my ‘real’ appoint­ment strai­ght from­school any­way, without bothe­ring to go home and sho­weror change.The woman I was mee­ting with appar­ent­ly wan­ted me outof the­re “befo­re my hub­by gets home”; so may­be this wasall going on without hubby’s know­ledge. His loss Iguess, alt­hough honest­ly, I could do without having tosa­tisfy a ‘just watching’ hus­band as well today. The­sce­n­a­rio this woman had sug­gested to me, and the­re­fore­Mi­stress Cas­san­dra, see­med delight­ful­ly cli­ni­cal andim­per­so­nal, I’d pre­fer to keep it that way.Of cour­se I’m a slave-cunt and so I’ll do what I’mtold. If the­re were twen­ty homeless men she wan­ted meto blow wai­t­ing the­re, I’d do it. But some­ti­mes­si­tua­tions can be that much more ero­tic if they’reimpersonal and only about the phy­si­cal sen­sa­ti­ons. Soma­ny cou­ples on tho­se dating sites sug­gest ‘mee­ting upfor a drink first,’ which is I’m sure a good way toen­su­re that the per­son you’re mee­ting is who they say­they are in their pho­tos, and also doesn’t define‘kinky play’ as fuck­ing yr corp­se while pas­si­on-hd grea­test gift kam­ry­ne jade can give when com­ing home wea­ring yrskin.I’m not inte­res­ted in dis­cus­sing what peop­le do on the­wee­kend over a white wine in some bar in cha­pel street.I’m not going to fuck their hob­bies, and the bes­ten­coun­ters I’ve found, so far, occur when bare­ly mor­ethan names are exch­an­ged bet­ween kno­cking on the doo­r­and get­ting down to it.This par­ti­cu­lar woman actual­ly hadn’t even told me her­na­me. And I lik­ed that. She was a house­wi­fe, of the­fuck­ing hot tro­phy-wife varie­ty if her pro­fi­le pic­tures­we­re accu­ra­te from my area; blon­de, bus­ty, bored and­de­bauched with a keen mind for things kin­ky andfetishistic.Hopefully ‘ma’am’ as she wan­ted to be cal­led didn’tmind me being unsho­we­red. It’s not like I had fucke­dan­yo­ne else that day (though I had gre­a­sed my arse upand kept a small plug in all morning in pre­pa­ra­ti­on fort­he after­noon, and it had been temp­t­ing…), andho­nest­ly, have you seen me? Would you object to metur­ning up at yr door in my tight blue and white­che­que­red school-dress?It only took ten minu­tes to dri­ve to the address I’dbeen given. And by now I’m used to dri­ving with my cunt­lea­king all over the place and only half my mind on the­road. It was a nice lar­ge place, quiet street, big­gar­den and dri­ve­way. I par­ked in the street a few­houses up and took a moment to com­po­se mys­elf. As wel­las a few deep, shud­de­ring breaths to try and put a lidon my horni­ness, this invol­ved put­ting on black latex­col­lar and wrist cuffs, all Chhat­tis­garhi Film Maya Dede Maya Lele fea­turing d‑rings for easybondageability.I slip­ped out of my school shoes and into white knee-high lace up, high hee­led latex boots. Fuck­ing inboots, I just have a thing for it. Over the top oft­ho­se went latex cuffs simi­lar to the ones on mywrists, fas­te­ned at the ankles.A quick look around to make sure the neigh­bour­hood was­still quiet, then I ope­ned the door and hur­ried­ly­wal­ked up the street, up the dri­ve­way and to knock onthe door. Thank­ful­ly no-one saw me, no curious­neigh­bours to ques­ti­on why a school­girl in slut boot­sand slave cuffs was wal­king up to this woman’s house.Even then, most peop­le see the dress and the bag anddon’t think about the rest of it, but it was still asmall relief.My knock was ans­we­red almost instant­ly. As calm, cool,and sea­so­ned as we try and be in the­se situa­tions Ifind almost all of us, regard­less of role, are­ab­so­lute­ly jum­ping out of our skin with the­an­ti­ci­pa­ti­on of how the who­le hook­up is going to tur­nout. I mean it’s not hard to be, you’re mee­ting acom­ple­te stran­ger, who could be anyo­ne, your only­con­ta­ct has been email, may­be a pho­ne call, some pho­to­son­line of what could easi­ly be someo­ne else, and you’regoing the­re with the express pur­po­se of fuck­ing them.So I will con­fess to expe­ri­en­cing some reli­ef when she­ans­we­red the door and resem­bled her pro­fi­le pic­tures toa t. Most peop­le usual­ly do, but hey…in this case Ican say she was actual­ly hot­ter in the fle­sh. She wasa­bout 37, had a per­fect, gym-toned body and sur­ge­ry-aug­men­ted bre­asts. She was dres­sed in a short skirt,dark sto­ckings, flats and a tight brown blou­se ope­ned­to reve­al her impres­si­ve cleavage.She wasn’t wea­ring a bra, but if she had been, she jus­t­see­med the type to have been wea­ring some­thing black,lacy, and expen­si­ve. Her make­up was under­sta­ted andsty­lish, her long, blon­de hair con­tri­ved to loo­kex­pen­si­ve­ly mani­cu­red even when just han­ging loo­se asit was now, and her face bore an expres­si­on of coo­lapp­rai­sal as she loo­ked me up and down, in my school-cum-slave­girl uni­form. I obvious­ly satis­fied her gaze­be­cau­se she smi­led slight­ly and said ‘Kat­ie obviously,come in then, cunt.’Words and lan­guage play a big part in the ero­ti­cism ofthis life­style for me, I have to admit. There’s not­hing­fuck­ing sexier than watching my mistress fuck a guy­with a strap-on while she calls him ‘fag­got,’ for­in­stance. Just that word, the way she says it as she­pounds them rougher than desi dha­bi gets naked on motor­cy­cle mms – maya any gay por­no I’ve ever seen,it’s hot. In fact we have a few rules about words and­lan­guage desi­gned to remind me of her domi­nan­ce over mydai­ly life, as you’ll short­ly see.So the fact that I didn’t learn this woman’s name,simply cal­led her ‘ma’am,’ and she only used my name­that one time, for the rest of our time tog­e­t­her­re­fer­ring to me with various dero­ga­to­ry terms ser­ved tore­mind me of my place as an instru­ment for her­plea­su­re, made the expe­ri­ence all the more exci­ting for­me. This woman was domi­nant, and wasn’t shy about it. Ili­ke women who domi­na­te me and don’t bother to check ifit’s okay. Slaves are peop­le, just infe­ri­or, sub­hu­ma­no­nes. If we have limits or tru­ly aren’t com­for­ta­ble­with some­thing, we’ll object. It’s much more ero­tic­just to trust in that and domi­na­te from the get go,without making sure everything’s okay.She led me into a plush lounge-room, took my bag from­me and pla­ced it in a cor­ner, then sat down on a black­lea­ther couch to face me, still stan­ding in the deep­s­hag car­pet in the midd­le of the room. Cros­sing her­legs, she took out a ciga­ret­te then lit it, exha­ling­s­low­ly befo­re say­ing ‘kne­el, bitch, hands behind your­head, chest out.’ I prompt­ly obey­ed, kne­e­ling befo­reher, just in ran­ge if she stret­ched her legs out. Ith­rust my chest out, put my hands behind my head andloo­ked up expec­tant­ly, care­ful not to look her direct­lyin the eye until I was given per­mis­si­on. This slavecunt­knows her place.She gave ano­t­her of tho­se brief smi­les, not qui­te asmirk, then kicked off her shoes and exten­ded one long,toned leg, tou­ch­ing Nude poli­ce men matu­re and free gay_cops swal­low cum Pur­se thief my face with her sto­ckin­ged foot.She pro­bed my lips with her toes and I acquie­sce­dimm­edia­te­ly, ope­ning wide and allowing her to insert­so­me toes into my mouth. I pri­de mys­elf in being able­to anti­ci­pa­te some of my dom­mes’ expec­ta­ti­ons – and heyif I’m wrong, there’s not­hing more fun than bein­gbru­tal­ly disci­pli­ned for such shame­ful pri­de – and sobe­gan to demons­tra­te some of my expert blo­wjob­tech­ni­que on her foot.This was defi­ni­te­ly more for show than blow, and jus­t­to make things easier (that car­pet loo­ked expen­si­ve) Iused a hell of a lot less spit than I nor­mal­ly do. For­my impu­dence I was rewar­ded with a smi­le as she­wi­th­drew her foot, and a gent­le kick in the side of the­face. ‘You’ve sucked a lot of cock, haven’t you slut?.’I replied ‘yes ma’am’ as I swal­lo­wed a few times anddrew mys­elf back up into the kne­e­ling-upright position.She got up from the couch and stood towe­ring over me,still app­rai­sing me like the expen­si­ve cut of meat Iam. ‘Tell me, slut… what is your mistress’ namea­gain?’ She asked, drawing on her cigarette.‘It’s Cas­san­dra, ma’am,’ I replied, unsu­re whe­re this­was going. My legs and arms were star­ting to ache alitt­le but I’d hand­led much worse before.‘What was that? Speak lou­der slut, I didn’t hear you’she said sharply.‘I’m sor­ry ma’am, her name is Cassandra.’‘Hmmmm,’ she took ano­t­her drag, then indian aun­ty fuck­ing boy­friend in home, shag­ging orgy puss hard-core dick dog col­lar blend in home lea­ned over me,exhaling in my face. She reached out and slip­ped afin­ger under the but­ton-up col­lar of my school dress.With one deft move­ment she rip­ped it open, pop­ping all­t­he but­tons, expo­sing my clea­va­ge. Hol­ding her­ci­ga­ret­te bet­ween her teeth, she grab­bed the col­lar andtwis­ted down­wards, rip­ping the cloth to a point­so­me­whe­re below my tits. The thin cot­ton, stret­ched bymy arms being held upright, made this a lot easier.‘Drop yr arms to yr sides,’ she said, and I complied.The dress fell fur­ther down my body, and she took out­my 14dd tits, unhoo­king my bra and thro­wing it aside,letting my per­ky young girls swing free. My tits are mybest asset, and she see­med to agree, lif­ting them inher hands, knea­ding them, pin­ching my nipp­les so hard Iin­vol­un­ta­ri­ly drew breath, befo­re taking a step backand res­uming her con­tem­pla­ti­on of me.‘Arms back up.’ Again, I complied.‘Tell me again who­re, the name of yr mistress, quick!’she snap­ped. ‘Cas­san­dra!’ I replied, a litt­le urgently,although I dar­ed not let any of my curio­si­ty show in myvoice… whe­re was she going with this? Oh, fuck…theevil grin that appeared on her face. That rule. The oneI for­get sometimes.Grinding out her ciga­ret­te in a near­by ash­tray, stillg­rin­ning, she tur­ned and said ‘yes, I know. I’ve spo­ken­to MISTRESS Cas­san­dra. She told me you’re to always­re­fer her as MISTRESS Cas­san­dra, and if you are sofuck­ing stu­pid a litt­le who­re as to for­get to speak ofMI­STRESS Cas­san­dra with the respect she deser­ves, you­have to do a litt­le pen­an­ce, don’t you?.’Yup, it’s true, if I for­get to refer to her as Mistres­s­Cas­san­dra three times in a row: ‘Yes ma’am,’ I gul­pe­din reply. To be honest I was play­ing up my fear alitt­le bit. I get off on pain and actual­ly like this­par­ti­cu­lar punish­ment. I do it indian aun­ty fuck­ing boy­friend in home, shag­ging orgy puss hard-core dick dog col­lar blend in home very occa­sio­nal­ly when­mas­tur­ba­ting just for fun, but it’s gene­ral­ly one oft­ho­se spe­cial tor­tures I reser­ve to plea­se my mistress.‘Well then, you know what to do, don’t you?’ shes­mi­led. Tur­ning to the couch, she took ano­t­her­ci­ga­ret­te from the packet she’d left the­re 肥皂 and lit it,handing it to me. I took it with my left hand, taking­t­he right from behind my head to cup my right boob andhold it up. Announ­cing clear­ly, aloud, as I’d bee­nor­de­red to do if I had to com­ple­te this penance.I said, ‘I apo­lo­gi­se, Mistress Cas­san­dra,’ adding to mydo­me, ‘and you, ma’am,’ then pres­sed the lit ciga­ret­te­to the skin of my right areo­la, but­ting it out on mys­kin, bur­ning mys­elf in the pro­cess. I sucked in abreath, his­sing through grit­ted teeth, as the bur­nin­gem­bers sin­ged my fle­sh. Being burnt with a cigaretteisn’t as bad as you’ve pro­bab­ly been lead to belie­veac­tual­ly. It’s cer­tain­ly not as bad as being burnt witha ligh­ter. But it still hurts a fuckload.But then again, things that hurt just gene­ral­ly make mewetter.I loo­ked up, again avoiding my domi­nant housefrau’seyes, but still catching the mas­si­ve hor­ny grin­threa­tening to break out over her face. ‘Good,’ she­said, the cool tone of her voice deve­lo­ping a slight­ly­hus­ky tim­bre and catching in her throat just a little.‘You’re as obedient as you claim to be. The kitchen’sover the­re dear. Go put some cold water on the burn,then return here and resu­me the same posi­ti­on, wait for­me.’ I did as I was told, soot­hing the heat with some­cool water from the tap, befo­re retur­ning to myk­ne­e­ling posi­ti­on in the lounge-room, now empty.I pro­bab­ly spent two minu­tes kne­e­ling upright lik­et­hat, hands on the back of my head, elbows out, all­mus­cles taught and under ten­si­on, wai­t­ing for her tore­turn. The car­pet was so deep I wouldn’t have been­ab­le to hear her wal­king back into the lounge. So whe­nI sud­den­ly felt the sharp sting of what can only have­be­en her foot con­nec­ting with my tail­bo­ne, sen­ding mefly­ing for­ward, almost unba­lan­cing me.I bare­ly caught the urge to cry out in time,suppressing my yell into a stran­gled grunt. I caught myba­lan­ce and drew mys­elf upright again. I con­fess tofee­ling a litt­le pri­de that my hands had stay­ed intheir posi­ti­on at the back of my head. Don’tworry…after I’m done maid anal shag wri­ting this I’m going to have aci­ga­ret­te. I’ll punish mys­elf when it comes time tostub it out.She chuck­led a litt­le, then grab­bed me by my ponytail,used it to draw me back, pul­ling upwards so I had nochoice but to scram­ble to my feet. She then lifted meby the waist – holy shit, she must work out! – and­li­ter­al­ly threw me into the couch.I hit the woo­den edge and this time I couldn’t stop­mys­elf from cry­ing out, befo­re rol­ling onto the groundand lan­ding on my hands and kne­es, hit­ting my head onthe floor. It dazed me a litt­le so it took me a few­se­conds befo­re I retur­ned to the same upright-kne­e­ling­po­si­ti­on, hands behind head, though this time facin­ga­way from the couch.The sight that met me? Wow. All I can say. She was inso­me kind of lin­ge­rie that had to have been cus­tom­ma­de, it fit her so well. A com­bi­na­ti­on of dark lace (Iknew it!) and latex. Cor­set, thigh-high stockings,suspenders, gar­ter belt, no pan­ties, bre­asts exposed,high heels. Holy shit! It fit­ted her lithe, ath­le­tic­bo­dy per­fect­ly, and, with her blon­de hair now pul­led­back severely into a tight pony tail, sui­ted her stern,mature good loo­ks. What I’m try­ing to say is my dom­me­loo­ked hot as hell.In her hands she held a pile of bonda­ge implenta.Placed behind her in the midd­le of the room was apad­ded hor­se, the kind you use for vaul­ting in gyms anda­re so use­ful in the adult games we like to play behind­the clo­sed doors of sub­ur­bia. If only the peo­p­le­wal­king past in the street could see through the front­gar­den and drawn curtains to what was going on in here.She threw a sprea­der bar and a chain with a dog-clip ateach end at my feet. ‘You know what to do, bitch,’ she­said, and I did. I atta­ched the sprea­der bar to the d‑rings on the cuffs around my boots, it kept my legs­spread a good three-feet apart. Then with prac­ti­ce­de­a­se I atta­ched the chain to the wrist cuffs. It’s notas hard as it sounds. She lea­ned over me and atta­ched aleash to the d‑ring on my col­lar, and hau­led meu­p­right, cg me slightly.Standing with my legs spread so wide wasn’t too bad,and the fee­ling of the latex of my boots stret­ching­tight against my legs was lovely. She hau­led me over tothe hor­se – moving with the sprea­der bar was adif­fe­rent sto­ry altog­e­ther, but some­thing that’s easyon­ce you’ve got the hang of it – and then sho­ved mefor­ward onto it. As I hit I went limp, effec­tively­ma­king my body flop over onto the other side, lif­ting­my arse up into the air.The hor­se had a seri­es of holes on both sides near the­cor­ners, in which metal rings could be moun­ted. She­quick­ly set about doing this, atta­ching my feet with ashort length of chain loo­ping through the shack­les andwrap­ped around the sprea­der bar, locked at one end witha pad­lock. She orde­red me to lift mys­elf up and pla­ced­her hand on my back, com­man­ding me to stop when my body­was almost at a right ang­le to my legs. Using the chain­to drag my cuf­fed wrists down, she pla­ced rings near­er­the top on the other side of the hor­se and agai­n­at­ta­ched me with ano­t­her length of chain. My balan­ce­was upset slight­ly with my cen­ter Porn Gifs For Women Tumb­lr of gra­vi­ty for­war­dand I felt like an ani­mal on dis­play, it was wonderful!The hor­se to which I was now chai­ned was posi­tio­ned­un­der a brass light fit­ting han­ging from the ceiling.She took a fur­ther length of chain and loo­ped it over­the light fit­ting, one end atta­ched to my leash.Pulling my head upwards so I was loo­king strai­ght ahea­dat a slight­ly upwards ang­le, she slip­ped a lea­ther­thong around the base of my pony tail, drew it tightand then loo­ped the chain to the pre­cise length and­at­ta­ched it to the thong.I now had two chains hol­ding my head in posi­ti­on, one­pul­ling my hair and one cg me slight­ly around mythroat. The ten­si­on was set so I had to hold my head inthat posi­ti­on – at crotch height, natch – other­wi­se­eit­her my hair would pull pain­ful­ly, or the ce-col­lar would cut too tight­ly against my throat. It wasa mas­ter­ful bonda­ge arran­ge­ment. Simp­le, sexy, slightlypainful.I heard the unmistaka­ble click and whirr of a digi­tal­ca­me­ra, my sus­pi­ci­ons con­fir­med when she step­ped into­the field of view avail­ab­le to my now immo­bi­li­sed hea­dand took a few more shots. She then drag­ged a cof­fee­ta­ble into posi­ti­on so I could just see it, and the­ar­ran­ge­ment of lube, dil­dos, gag, and crop array­ed onit out of the cor­ner of my eye.Some dom­mes like you to be noi­sy and incompliant,pretend like you’re inno­cent and don’t want any of the­de­pra­va­tions they’re inflic­ting on you. Others like you­to be quiet and acquie­scent, hum­bly sub­mit­ting like the­per­fect litt­le who­re to ever­ything they inflict, until­they find yr per­so­nal brea­king point and make you­s­cream in various com­bi­na­ti­ons of plea­su­re and ago­ny (Ili­ke tho­se ones the best!). She’d been meti­cu­lous inplan­ning this sce­n­a­rio in her emails, and so as she­pla­ced the ball-gag in my mouth and buck­led itun­der­ne­ath the base of my pony­tail, I knew that was the­si­gnal that I could now be as loud as I lik­ed. Less­chan­ce of neigh­bours hea­ring I guess.Just, inci­dent­al­ly, how fuck­ing good are ball gags? Iof­ten wear mine at home – after my par­ents are aslee­por if they’re out – just for fun while I’m doing myho­me­work, watching TV, idly play­ing with mys­elf. Hell,I’m wea­ring it right now as I type this! I love the­fee­ling of being Nai­ma Salhi Sex gag­ged, the way yr spit ends upd­rip­ping out the bot­tom of yr lip all around them, the­fee­ling of yr mouth being stret­ched, so sexy!She took a few more pho­tos with the came­ra and then­pla­ced it on the table, lif­ting the crop, making sure Icould see. All this was being done in silence and all­t­he more ero­tic for it. I could hear the rust­ling ofcloth as I felt my now-rui­ned dress being lifted hig­he­r­up to expo­se my naked arse. The snip of scis­sors infa­b­ric as she cut my black g‑string from my body. Then­the whoosh of the crop just befo­re I felt the sting asit hit my arse with a snap.The sting and the shock­wa­ve ripp­led all the way up mys­pi­ne, rocking my body for­ward. My chains clan­ked, Igr­un­ted against the gag. She was defi­ni­te­ly strong andher swing was power­ful. She con­ti­nued crop­ping me, myw­ho­le body respon­ding to each impact with a twitch andhigh, gut­tu­ral grunt, which would pro­bab­ly have been ayell if it weren’t for the gag. She metho­di­cal­ly worked­me all over my arse cheeks and the backs of my thighs,still in com­ple­te silence, as she said in her email,‘warming up’ my skin.The bd was rus­hing around that part of my body. Icould feel my pus­sy ope­ning up, drip­ping thick goo down­my legs and the front of my dress. My sphinc­ter was­clen­ching and rela­xing, in anti­ci­pa­ti­on of what I knew­was com­ing next. She again took pho­tos; my red arse and­thighs, my face, sweat strea­ked, red, drool esca­ping mymouth around the gag, loo­se strands of hair stuck to myfo­rehead with sweat. She put the came­ra and crop dow­n­and picked up the bot­t­le of lube, again wal­king slow­ly­be­hind me, taking my time, teasing me.My pus­sy was abso­lute­ly pul­sing by now and I 验证视频 couldn’thelp but gro­an long and low. I heard her chuck­le andmut­ter ‘you who­re, you real­ly want this huh.’ I groaned­my ack­now­led­ge­ment and tried to nod, cg off mygro­an as the col­lar bit into my throat. My anus wen­tin­to pul­sa­ti­on-over­ti­me as the first drop of lube hitit. She began mas­sa­ging it into my butt­ho­le, still alitt­le open from my atten­ti­ons ear­lier in the day. Itwasn’t long befo­re she slip­ped her thumb in, eli­ci­tin­ga­no­t­her gro­an from me.She with­drew her thumb, pla­cing it on the skin below myar­se­ho­le, pul­ling tight, stret­ching my arse open, tod­rip more lube in. As she did she said ‘you did clea­nyrself out for me, right, who­re?’ I tried to say ‘yesma’am’ through the gag and again cho­ked mys­elf try­ing­to nod. I’d given mys­elf an enema pri­or to lub­ing upt­hat very morning. I regu­lar­ly enema mys­elf anyway,they feel sexy.‘Good’ she said, and con­ti­nued mas­sa­ging lube into mya­nus, inser­ting a fin­ger this time, then quick­ly two.She began thrus­ting them in and out in a cir­cularmo­ti­on, perio­di­cal­ly stret­ching her fin­gers to widen upt­he pene­tra­ti­on as she con­ti­nued pou­ring lube all over­me, it was now drip­ping down to my cunt and down myar­se. She must not worry about the clea­ning bills­be­cau­se the­re was not­hing down to pro­tect the car­pet­from all the flu­ids that must be by now drip­ping off­me; spit, sweat, pus­sy juice, butt gre­a­se, lube. But­then again she loo­ked pret­ty wealt­hy, from the houseand the qua­li­ty of toys being used on me here. I wishwe could all live a life of such luxury.Her hand hol­ding the lube bot­t­le gent­ly mas­sa­ged myar­se cheeks with it, kee­ping the bd cir­cu­la­ting inthe area, as she con­ti­nued to work fin­gers into mya­nus. Four now, the thumb pune plum­per ultra-cute aun­ty mis­sio­na­ry sex and blo­wa­ge indian pro­bing. I’ve had huge thing­s­up my elastic arse befo­re, inclu­ding fists, so I knowit’s pos­si­ble, but the fee­ling of full­ness, of bein­gex­pert­ly mas­sa­ged to open up like that, is so, sowon­der­ful, some­thing I hope I never get used to!The thumb was in and she gra­du­al­ly worked her way,penetrating me deeper, get­ting in to her wrist. This­was the part I loved the most, as she got deeper andbe­gan to make a fist insi­de me, working her hand into­wards my bowels. My who­le body was qui­vering now, mylegs tremb­ling uncon­troll­ab­ly, my back flex­ing, my head­flop­ping around, flex­ing against the restric­tions oft­he two chains. I was moa­ning and groa­ning con­ti­nuous­ly­through my gag, spit floo­ding from my mouth, down mychin, onto my tits. My rui­ned dress was prac­ti­cal­ly­han­ging from me by now, and the chains Định_nghĩa thế nào là sướng cả tai và mắt – Nhớ đeo tai nghe were all­ratt­ling and clin­king as my body trembled.My dom­me let out the occa­sio­nal sigh and quiet­ly saidt­hings like ‘oh, nice, you like that’ but other­wi­se­remai­ned silent. I ima­gi­ne she had that same smalls­mi­le on her face as she intent­ly con­cen­tra­ted onope­ning up my anus though. Soon she was pro­per­ly­fis­ting me, working her arm in and out with her hand­in­si­de me, working up a rhythm, gent­ly fuck­ing me with­her fist. After a few minu­tes she with­drew her hand­from my arse with a loud, sti­cky, suck­ing pop. That­fee­ling, like you’re shit­ting some­thing the size of aba­by, is some­thing else I’ll never get used to, I hope!A huge dol­lop of cunt goo liter­al­ly drip­ped out of meas she did that.Walking slow­ly in front of me, she again smiled,placing the lube bot­t­le on the table and taking up the­ca­me­ra. She stop­ped in front of me long enough to catch­my atten­ti­on, and put all four fin­gers in her mouth,sucking the com­bi­ned lube and my arse-juice off them,before retur­ning around behind me with that slow-teasing walk. My cunt drip­ped again. That was hot.The came­ra cli­cked a few times and then was thrown­gent­ly onto the same arm­chair I had sat in befo­re. She­had a few pho­tos of my gape and that’s all she wanted.Personally I would’ve got­ten a few pho­tos of her fis­tin my anus, but the­se pho­tos weren’t for my pleasure.My plea­su­re was to be the­re, tired up, ful­fil­ling herdesires.And Chinese_ass mas­sa­ge hand­job plea­su­re it was, my body was still tremb­lin­gun­con­troll­ab­ly, and I expe­ri­en­ced a brief moment ofpanic…what if I pas­sed out and cho­ked? But thatthought eva­po­ra­ted as soon as her fist went back up myar­se. She went knuck­les first this time, the stinging­bi­te against my ring sen­ding sea­ring pain up my spine,quickly fol­lo­wed by waves of orgas­mic plea­su­re as her­fist pene­tra­ted me deep, thrus­ting up insi­de so har­dand quick I expec­ted it to come out my mouth. I came. Ishook. My chains rattled.I screa­med through my gag. My head shook, I choked,spit flew from my mouth as I gag­ged and tas­ted bile.Cum drip­ped down over my legs from my pus­sy. My anus­ripp­led and pul­sed around her hand and wrist as she­fist-fucked me. My dom­me lost her cool for a moment ands­quea­led with delight, befo­re res­uming fis­ting me. Iro­de the cum strai­ght through into a second, then­col­lap­sed against my chains. She still didn’t let upand I felt like I was going to explo­de, my all the­p­lea­su­re in my body was going to come boi­ling out of methrough every skin pore and ori­fice. I came a third­ti­me, I squir­ted like a fire-hose, all over her­sto­cking-clad legs and expen­si­ve car­pet. I felt like Ileft my body for a litt­le while.When I came back my body was tremb­ling and I felt likeI’d simul­ta­ne­ous­ly shit half my body Rus­si­an porn weight and run ama­ra­thon. I could bare­ly hold mys­elf upright. Sweat was­pou­ring off my face onto the car­pet with audi­bled­rip­ping noi­ses. She was stan­ding in front of me,removing my gag, hol­ding her hand up to my mouth.Despite my tired­ness, my body wan­ting to just curl intoa ball and pass out, I eager­ly exten­ded my sore tongueand licked, drawing in the mois­tu­re to my mouth,savouring the tas­te of my arse juice and lube as Isu­cked her fin­gers and tongued her fore­arm clean. Shes­mi­led and gent­ly pat­ted my face ‘good who­re,’ she­said. ‘Good litt­le cunt-bitch, and we’ve still got time­to play some more.’She loo­se­ned the slack on my head-chains and stood­be­fo­re me, legs spread, gui­ding my head into her cunt.I knew what to do. I’ve been licking cunt sin­ce I was­fif­teen. My tongue is pier­ced, and I’m an expert. She­was shaved, deli­cious, and sop­ping wet. She twis­ted her­hands in my hair and coo­ed ‘good who­re, good litt­le­w­ho­re’ as I lap­ped away eager­ly at my domme’s deli­cious­cunt, try­ing my best to repay her for the plea­su­re she­just gave me.I doubt it was more than two minu­tes befo­re her grip­tigh­te­ned, she grun­ted ‘ohhh,’ with a rising note onthe end, she ten­sed, up on tip toes, and then with along, loud ‘AHHH!’ her body rela­xed and MOM Pas­sio­na­te cream­pies for_busty MILF her hot cunt­juice floo­ded into my mouth. And kept floo­ding, into mymouth, out of my mouth, down my chin, onto the floor. Ilove squirters!She lea­ned for­ward, hands on my head, pushing it down,panting, while she reco­ve­r­ed from her cum. I took the­chan­ce to relax my body a litt­le as well. When she­fi­nal­ly took a step back from me, she had com­po­sed­herself again, and gave me yet ano­t­her of tho­se sexys­mi­les and said ‘you are well trai­ned, aren’t you?.’I swal­lo­wed through my dry mouth and gas­ped out ‘yesma’am, thank you for let­ting me tas­te yr deli­cious cuntma’am.’She set about releasing me from my bonda­ge, but Ididn’t actual­ly get up until she tap­ped me on the backand said ‘up.’ Obedience mat­ters. It was damn good tost­retch my aching mus­cles though. She took a thick,black strap-on dil­do from the table and threw it on tothe chair. ‘lose the chain and bar, and dress, and putt­hat on, then sit.’ She busied herself with packing upt­he chains and hor­se, taking them off down the hall towhe­re­ver they were kept out of the sight of the pry­in­geyes of nor­mal people.By the time I was naked but for my boots, col­lar andcuffs, and her strap-on, sit­ting in the chair, she was­do­ne and retur­ned with several con­doms. Taking one fro­ma packet and thro­wing the rest on the table, she rol­ledit on to my fake dick, tug­ging me down into aslouched/sitting posi­ti­on as she did.Then without any fur­ther word, she spread her legs andmoun­ted me in a cow­girl posi­ti­on, taking me balls deep.Grabbing a hand­ful of my boobs in each hand and sit­tin­gon the cock, she loo­ked me in the eye and said, ‘Now,you, sit still, and shut up. Don’t thrust, don’t hump,don’t do anything. You’re not meant to enjoy this, youdon’t have the power even though you’re fuck­ing me.You’re just a hol­der for a dil­do for me to plea­su­remys­elf with.’With that, she star­ted rocking back and forth, buil­din­gup very quick­ly until she was in full boun­ce, nails­dig­ging into my tits, hard Big-Tits porn enough that she bro­ke the­sur­face of the skin in a few pla­ces, drawing a few tinydro­ps of bd.She rode me still har­der and har­der, all in silen­ceex­cept MILF step­mom poun­ded by forbidden_cock for the squel­ching of her cunt and the noi­ses myna­ked arse made rub­bing against the lea­ther of thechair. I was bit­ing my lip to keep silent, but shewasn’t…this woman’s con­trol was ama­zing, and sofuck­ing sexy. She see­med intent on cum­ming with afero­cious deter­mi­na­ti­on. And she left me fee­ling the­power of her words…I was a slave cunt, my body was­just a lump of meat for her to use to orgasm. This was­so sexy.Her cum came in the same way, she ten­sed, see­med tolift up, go com­ple­te­ly still for a second, and then­bam! It came in a flood. She sat on top for a while,gently rocking herself on the dil­do, befo­re stan­din­gup. ‘Stay,’ she told me, then busied herself taking the­con­dom from my fake dick, tog­e­ther with my bra andpan­ties, and thro­wing them into a was­te bas­ket in the­cor­ner. Tur­ning to me she said ‘stand,’ which Iprompt­ly did. She took the harness off me, acting as ifI was just ano­t­her inani­ma­te object, then re-arran­gedthe fur­ni­tu­re, final­ly clea­ning my sweat off the­lea­ther of her chair with my school dress, which she­bund­led up with the other toys, say­ing ‘I’m kee­ping­this, whore.’I just stood the­re in the living room, watching thi­sall being done, wai­t­ing for her next com­mand. Oncee­ver­ything loo­ked exact­ly like it was, my car­pet sta­in­sal­rea­dy almost invi­si­ble, she picked up the other dil­do­from the cof­fee table. It was black as well, about the­sa­me size but much thi­c­ker, with a suc­tion cup base.This she wet with her spit, then wal­ked into the­hall­way near the front door and stuck it to the floor.Testing the suc­tion, she then rol­led a con­dom onto it.Turning to me, she com­man­ded ‘come here,’ Then,indicating the dil­do, she said ‘mount it.’ I did,obediently, prompt­ly, and hell, eager­ly. MY sti­cky cunt­was open and rea­dy and it felt soooo good sli­ding down­the thick shaft. I stay­ed the­re, legs open, hand­s­clasped behind my back, squat­ting on the dick. She­lea­ned against the hall­way wall, loo­king at me, idly­toy­ing with the strap-on she was hol­ding in her hands.After ano­t­her of tho­se long, app­rai­sing glan­ces, she­said ‘put on a show for me who­re. Let me watch a sexy­litt­le teen bitch fuck herself with that big thic­kcock.’ I nee­ded no encou­ra­ge­ment and immedia­te­ly wen­tin­to super-who­re mode, put­ting on a bet­ter show than­the most expen­si­ve cam­girl ever. I boun­ced up and dow­non the dick. I moaned, I twis­ted my hands in my hair. Ifelt mys­elf. I play­ed with my tits, I frig­ged my clit,I even slip­ped a fin­ger in my butt.Mostly though I just grab­bed my arse cheeks and, using­all the strength of my thighs, boun­ced up and down ont­hat won­der­ful thick tool. It felt soooooo ama­zin­gly­good. After the kind of fuck­ing I recei­ved it wasn’tdeep I nee­ded, I just nee­ded to fill full andstret­ched. I grip­ped my boots and lea­ned forward,feeling the cock hit all tho­se magic spots insi­de me.She kept play­ing with the dil­do while she wat­ched this­show. By now I had cum so hard all I could keep doing­was just fuck mys­elf, boun­cing on the cock like the­w­ho­re I am, enjoy­ing the fee­ling, not even bothe­ring towork up to a cum. She stood over me and dan­gled the­dil­do in my face, laug­hing at me, stret­ching it jus­tout of the reach of my tongue, befo­re thrus­ting it into­my mouth and gag­ging me, fuck­ing my face, then drawin­git out, lea­ding me with it like a don­key with Teen porn a carrot,almost making me lose my balance.This con­ti­nued for about half an hour befo­re she puther foot on my head and pushed, sen­ding me fly­ing off­the dick back­wards, to land against the front door, apan­ting mess. ‘Enough,’ she said, then com­man­ded me tostand, which I did, legs spread to feel the cool late-after­noon air com­ing in from under­ne­ath the front doo­ron my cunt, hands clasped behind my back.Turning to the hall­stand, she took up an enve­lo­pe and aroll of black electrician’s tape. On the enve­lo­pe was­writ­ten ‘Mistress Cas­san­dra.’ I later found out it wasa ‘thank you’ note, writ­ten on poli­te mum-styl­e­sta­tio­na­ry. The kind of note she would make her kids­send after going to a friend’s bir­th­day par­ty. Cute.And sexy as hell, in a very per­ver­ted way. Taking the­en­ve­lo­pe and tea­ring off a few strips of the tape, she­pla­ced it against my left bre­ast and taped it to thes­kin, making sure to pull it tight so the tape would­hurt com­ing off. ‘That stays the­re until you see yrmi­stress,’ she said, calm­ly, as if tal­king to a cd.Thankfully I was see­ing her tonight so I wouldn’t have­to skip showering.She took ano­t­her strip of tape and a five-dol­lar note.Rolling up the note, she slip­ped it up my cunt, then­pla­ced the tape on my slit, again tight, sealing the­mo­ney in the­re. ‘That’s for petrol…whore’ she smiled.Fuck, I felt so used…it was gre­at! The final things­s­he took off the hall table were a cot­ton, pat­ter­ned­sum­mer dress, and what loo­ked like a white rag. Han­ding­me the dress she said ‘put this on’ and I did. So Iwasn’t going to be wal­king out to the car naked. Good.Walk out to my car – ful­ly clothed – we did, after she­collec­ted my bag from the living room. Such a mum, but­mums don’t sur­rep­ti­tious­ly gro­pe my Nude poli­ce men matu­re and free gay_cops swal­low cum Pur­se thief arse and fin­ger mycrack while wal­king down the street. I got in and wound­down the win­dow to say good­bye. She threw the white rag­in­to the car and held her hand out, say­ing ‘my dress.’Oh, okay. Umm… HOT!I slip­ped the dress off and han­ded it to her, sit­tingna­ked in the driver’s seat except for my col­lar, cuff­sand white boots, note taped to my chest and five dol­lar­no­te taped in my cunt. She tur­ned around and wal­ked off­wi­thout a fur­ther word. I haven’t heard from her sense,although Mistress Cas­san­dra chats to her on msnapparently.I took the money out of my cunt, the tape hurt com­ing­off, it was gre­at. I’d love to lea­ve it in the­re but­to­xic shock syn­dro­me wouldn’t be fun. I picked up therag… shit… it was a t‑shirt. A cut off one. Ipul­led it on and it bare­ly came past my nipp­les. It had‘whore’ writ­ten on it in texta. I guess I was going togo direct­ly to Cassie’s house, with its lock­up gara­ge­at­ta­ched to the house, so no one in the street could­see me like this, rather than home to my parent’shouse.Worn out, rela­xed, bet­ter than sit­ting in class allaf­ter­noon, I star­ted the car and hea­ded off towardsCassandra’s house.Well, I hope you lik­ed the sto­ry guys! Time for aci­ga­ret­te! Oh, and one more thing… for the third­ti­me… CASSIE!