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Mother my slave
Date: 6/16/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: scale3, Rating: , Source: xHamster
her neck chocking her into submission. The left or the right or both together it didn't mater which hand she tried to use the end result was the same. Mom would strangle herself if she tried to move her hands from behind her back to come to the aid of her hurting nipple. Within moments mom abandon her futile attempts of trying to move her hands from behind her back. She knelt there shuddering and mewing as the terrible pain in her tortured left teat ate into her breast. I was very pleased with the result. But what if mom was just faking it. Maybe she was trying to fool me into thinking she couldn't use her hands. And the first time I wasn't paying attention she would free herself. Then I wouldn't have her for my amusement anymore. So… WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK! WHOOSH! CRACK!… Over and over and over I slashed both of my mother's nippers. A dozen times I let the wire clothes hanger kiss them pointy nibblits with the hanger. Mom thrashed and bucked like a wild bronco. Only my firm grip on her hair kept her in place just enough for the next teat lashing to be delivered. Her hollowing became louder as her soiled panties she had been chewing on shot out of her mouth. When I finally stopped swinging the hanger mom's hands were right where I put them. Behind her back. And bent way up between her shoulder blades. Mom was gagging and coughing. Her ...