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the milking wheel
Date: 3/2/2015, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Author: pbibo, Rating: 86, Source: xHamster
slightly so that I could feel the hardness of her nipples against my flesh. Then she leaned in close and nibbled at my neck and said, "Remember all those things I said that you could do better than that lesser spouse? This is your chance to have that opportunity for the rest of your life. When you cum, you will become my Ordeal Slave, not my lesser spouse." That comment may have meant nothing to most men, but I was a lawyer. I knew the laws. I knew that Womyn acquired male slaves all the time. I knew that a woman could buy a male slave, and sell a male slave. I knew that, in special circumstances, a woman could also claim a man as a slave through the right of ordeal. But as a lawyer, I also knew that an ordeal slave was permanent and absolute. Ordeal slavery was irrevocable. The man could never be freed, nor could he be sold, bartered, or traded. He was hers forever. She reached and massaged my aching nipples. "Besides," she said, "if I can't have you, I would rather be a woMAN in a brothel. My future is in your hands." She laughed softly as she stroked my chest lightly with her fingertips, "Actually," she added slyly, "it's in your balls, but you get the idea." With that she sat upright and began riding me. I didn't think it was possible for a cunt to mimic the action of the milking collar, but Marlina's did. As she slowly bounced on me, her inner muscles squeezed and teased my stiff rod. The pain of the shocks faded into the distance as the pleasure began to overwhelm ...