1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles 12: Sarai, Mistress of the Kennel


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, BDSM, Female/Female, Humiliation, Lesbian, Oral Sex, Spanking, Threesome, Transgendered, Water Sports/Pissing, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 58.3, Source: sexstories.com

    needs nineteen more spankings.” “Good job,” Akane murmured. I switched to her left cheek, landing a nice blow. “Thank you, Madam!” she gasped. “This bitch needs...uh...eighteen more spankings!” My paddle whistled then cracked on her ass. Her cheeks jiggled and her hips wiggled as she strained against the bonds. Gardenia sobbed her count, and I glanced at Diane. She had a handful of Annie's fiery hair and ground the slave's face into her cunt, sighing softly. My own pussy was releasing a flood of juices down my thighs. I would need relief when I finished. Crack! Smack! Crack! Gardenia's ass grew brighter and brighter, her squeals louder and louder. Tears ran down her face, making me just wetter. Diane groaned, Gardenia's tears triggering a powerful orgasm, tossing her head, framed by black ringlets. “Thank you, Madam! This bitch needs three more spankings!” Another stinging slap, reddened cheeks jiggling, my pussy burning for a woman's mouth. “Thank you, Madam! This bitch needs two more spankings!” The ache in my clit burned, beckoning for my fingers to provided soothing relief. “Thank you, Madam! This bitch needs one more spanking!” I wanted to rub my cunt on her burning ass. Crack! I lifted my skirt, exposing my shaved pussy. Gardenia cried in pain as I rubbed my pussy on her tender ass. “Oh yes,” I sighed as I massaged my pearl into her pliant flesh, smearing my juices, an ointment to soothe her burning as she soothed mine. “Gods yes!” My pussy contracted, cream squirting ...
    out as my body thrashed in passion. My head threw back and I stared sightless at the ceiling as rapture engulfed me. I gasped, panted, contentment flooding my body as I straightened my skirt. I glanced back at Diane and found her working at her desk, Annie curled into a ball on the floor beside her stroking her pussy and biting her teeth to keep from loudly moaning. “Free her,” I commanded. My bitches obeyed, deftly unstrapping Gardenia. The girl wiped her tears from her narrow face, nostrils flaring as she fought off more sobs. She stood up straight, still full of defiance. I thrust the collar at her. She hesitated, eyes flicking towards the spanking bench, and sullenly took it from me and strapped it around her neck. “Good,” I answered. “Gardenia is too pretty a name for a bitch. You shall be Cuntlapper.” “Yes, Madam,” she answered. I hooked the leash to her collar. “How do bitches walk, Cuntlapper?” “I don't know,” she mumbled. “Do you need another twenty spankings?” “No, Madam.” I jerked the leash so she looked at me. “Then answer my question, Cuntlapper.” “Umm, on all fours.” She winced, fearing she gave the wrong answer. I nodded my head and waited, staring fixedly at her. She wilted, swallowed, and knelt on the floor. “Good girl,” I cooed and petted her hair. “Let's go bitches! Back to the kennel. Cuntlapper, just follow Jordan and Akane. She slowly crawled, her knees not used to moving across rough surfaces and she kept wincing. My eyes were fixed to her dark, rosy ...
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