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TheSlave

Date: 11/9/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

dared to speak, and that time he had been punished severely. "You know better than to speak, unless permitted" she told him. "I know" was his only response. He continued to look at her, then at the teat cup. Having put the teat cup on his swollen erect cock, Brenda was holding it flush against his pubic bone. She would quickly shake it left and right, then up and down, trying to gauge his cock size, in comparison with the cups inner dimensions. She could feel it flopping around inside, indicating to her that there was room for him to expand, both in thickness and length. This would mean that the suction and the massage would work perfectly on him. Smiling, she again looked up, into his eyes, saying "it's a present, and it's for you." He looked at her closely, then at the teat cup. Then he said "a present from you?... it must be something that will hurt me." The words stung as Brenda stared straight ahead, looking at the teat cup. She continued to jiggle the cup, feeling tears start to well up in her eyes. His remark had hurt her. She wanted him to like her, to want her, to need her, but in looking back at their past times together, she realized that it had always been something, resulting in pain or punishment to him. She enjoyed those memories, but the result was that he was scared of her. She enjoyed torturing his balls, but she had never thought that it would drive him away from her. She had never considered his reaction to her actions. She also realized that she had ... never done anything gentle or satisfying with him. But she would not cry, not in front of him. She blinked away the tears and continued looking straight ahead at his crotch. She pulled the teat cup from his cock and was shocked to see that it was completely soft. With all the sexual manipulations she was doing on him, his cock had shriveled to a small, soft, almost withdrawn cock. He truly did fear her. She rose up and stood facing him. His expression was flat, emotionless. She couldn't decide which she felt more, fury or hurt. She slapped him hard, across the face. His face stinging, he averted his eyes and would not look at her. A tiny drop of bl**d started to run down, from the corner of his mouth. She could only stand there, saying nothing. She turned quickly and walked toward the door. At the door she stopped, her gorgeous backside, the only view to him. Without turning, she said firmly "Yes, it is a present for you, and it will be pleasurable... at first." She then left, locking the door behind her. Back in her room, Brenda allowed herself to cry. She had always been the strongest of the three girls, if not the hardest and most realistic. She was torn between two emotions. One emotion was her usual, the one that wanted to punish the slave, to really hurt him where it counts, those huge balls and that cock; but she knew in that respect, Linda and Sara wouldn’t go for it. Well, Linda for sure, and maybe Sara. She wasn’t so sure about Sara. Sara didn’t seem to have a lot of ...