1. I Love You, Mistress


    Date: 8/5/2015, Categories: BDSM, Lesbian Sex, Author: MouthyLips, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    flap on the end of the crop sliding gently over the curves of my backside for a moment, and I shivered with anticipation. SMACK! A line of fire seared across my ass cheeks as the length of the crop struck. SMACK! I winced again as the flap slapped across the first line on one cheek and then— SMACK! —the other. Mistress laid twenty lashes across my ass methodically, crisscrossing them across each other. She was gentler than she could have been, the soreness would fade soon. One last SMACK! came up between my legs to slap my pussy, making me squeal. Mistress walked up beside me, facing away, and I rose up so she could sit on my back like a chair. I could feel her firm ass on my back through her dress. She ran a hand over my stinging cheeks, the heat of her hand burning on the pink skin, but God did I love feeling her caress again. I felt the pressure of the crop's handle at the entrance of my pussy and I moaned as it slowly entered me. Mistress stroked my hair with one hand while she fucked me with the riding crop with the other. She sighed. &#034You've always had such difficulty with Rule Three, Pet.&#034 Yes, Mistress,&#034 I moaned as she continued to pump in and out, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. &#034I think we'll work on that tonight, then.&#034 She pulled the crop out of my pussy and I moaned pathetically, desperately wanting to come. &#034Yes, you need to learn some...&#034 She pressed the crop's handle against my asshole and pushed it right in, making me ...
    squeal again. &#034...self-control.&#034 She stood up and said &#034Come along, Pet.&#034 The crop sticking out of my ass like a tail, I crawled after her. She walked slow so that I could keep up. I followed her through the penthouse and into the dining room, where a table that could seat ten people on each side had been set for one. Mistress led me to the far end of the room to a tall double door cabinet. On the inside of the cabinet doors was a series of images, possibly taken from the Kama Sutra. The back wall was red and attached to it were a series of black leather straps and metal clips, designed to hold a person. Mistress stood me up against the back wall and began strapping me in. Manacles held my wrists firmly at my sides. Clips locked onto both sides of my collar. Leather straps wrapped around my waist and around each thigh, pinning me in place. Taking a pair of nipple clamps that hung on a hook inside the cabinet, she tightened one down on one of my nipples until I yelped in pain. She dialed the clamp back slightly and repeated the procedure with my other nipple so that they both squeezed my nipples painfully, but not unbearably. She stood back to admire the picture of me, held in place, framed by the cabinet doors like a piece of art, and smiled. From beside the cabinet, she brought out what looked like a microphone stand with a large vibrating personal massager secured to the end by a tightly tied scarf. Carefully, she placed this so that the vibrator was just ...
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