"Fun For Two"
Where Do We Go From Here
As you near the entrance your thoughts are on your last commands for me. Opening the entrance you find the space dimly lit with glistening green candles. The detect of jasmine mingled with ylang- ylang, and rose blossoms greets you as you tread into the opportunity. Glancing through the dark at the extent, you are incensed that your directions weren't followed to the note, you don't see me anywhere. You walk around the express, thinking to call to me from a deceptive, seated position comfortable and reclined from your take the chair. It is that split second you see me where the brunette table appeared to be nestled in the shadows…and your breath catches in your throat.
Your eyes swathe me in veneration, as your maturity begins to harden. There I am, on my hands and knees, cranium bowed. My mustache hangs straight on both sides curtaining my countenance, my back honest and unmoving.
As you magnet closer you see, as commanded, a tiny dildo peeking out of my stretched, murky, little hole.
You sit down in your preside over, without a declaration, moving the flute and the plate away. Your hand flashes across my ass in a chain of angry, altruistic slaps. It sounds almost like lightning on a rainy night, as my reddening buttocks start to burn. Then as unexpectedly as it began you end massaging the grease into my warmed burgundy bottom. Tearfully I give details that I idea I was close up enough inside the entrance, and I sought to have something unique for you to get nearer home to. I finish speaking and sit quietly awaiting your discrimination, knowing my first punishment was well deserved for not following your exact orders.
You pick up your wine glass, and taste the dark cherry wine and unqualified the plate back down on my back, admiring the table I appoint before you. Massaging my ruby bottom while you take a tartness of cheese, you tell me I have done well in anticipating your needs and will put my punishment as it stood with the first spankings for insubordination
Sipping your lilac again, you pick of the litter up some bread. "the oil covering my body is emerald oil, seasoned with Rosemary, basil, and oregano for you to benefit from your bread with .M'Lord" Another punch sounds out as your furnish meets my cherry bottom. "Are you forgetting your comportment Pet?" "rebuff M'Lord" I answer.
As your anger cools, you take a cut of bread from the plate, slowly run it down my back, to my bottom and map out the marks your hand left moments before, leisurely eating your bread and sipping the lilac. As your goblet empties you see the rest of the pot set to be easily reached on the side of your chair, and you top off the glass. Finishing the victuals, you set the plate aside once more, judicious to keep the lilac in your stretch to.
Rising from your oversee, your manhood painfully create, you kneel behind me, positioning yourself wisely, and slowly take out the dildo from my gloomy little hole. In one stroke you are hidden inside my tight hole, and I am struggling for control of my senses. Tears stream down my tackle, and I bite-mark my lip so tricky blood flows unreservedly into my backtalk, but I do not cry out.! I shake as the liquid warmed from your means of access pours over me, and cum again, on your fingers squeezing your incline even tighter in my asshole. Faster and harder once more, you grab my hips and criticize into me watching my shining oiled mass squirm and twist under you. Your hot cum shoots out in thick strands casing my insides. It quickly fills me, and pours out of my tiny void, dribbling back onto your incline, sliding down my gash and covering my pussy. I quickly kneel down upright at your feet awaiting further orders. I await, backtalk watering, to take notice of the words. Then at last you around them. "You may go me, my pet." I open my mouth and pass the time for your fingers, as they type in my mouth and rub along my tongue, I sigh in my happiness, and go your love for me.
 © Copyright 2010 Bindergirl.Com |