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The woman knelt in the middle of the room, as she’d been instructed to. She was naked, her hair pulled back into a secure, clean tail. The tips of her bound hair curled in on themselves and dangled to just below her shoulders, swaying slightly with every breath she took. They were measured, meditative inhales followed by slow, cleansing exhales. There were no clocks in the room, so she wasn’t exactly sure how long she’d been kneeling, but it was long enough that her mind was clear and her body was relaxed. She felt ready for him. The door behind her opened with a soft, metallic click, and she felt a cool draft on her exposed back. A breath later, the door clicked shut just as quietly, but the sound felt enormous. There was some shuffling, the sound of water running, then all was quiet for some time. She breathed, knowing he watched her, inspecting her for proper posture. She’d practiced it religiously every day as he’d requested, so she was confident it would please him. She’d knelt precisely half way between the large bed and the dresser, leaving plenty of space on either side for him to walk. Her thighs were spread wide, feet tucked in beneath her bottom; her hands laid lightly on her splayed legs, palms up, fingers lax. A straight back and relaxed shoulders naturally pressed her rounded breasts out, nipples proudly upturned and peaked. Finally, her head was slightly bent, eyes open but trained to a spot a few inches in front of her on the clean, patterned carpet. His fingers trailed through the loose ends of her tail and she fought the urge to gasp, to shiver. All of her nerves were hyper aware of him, her skin tingling with the slight stirring of air as he moved. He said, “Your posture is perfection. You’ve been practicing like I asked, haven’t you?” It was a quiet question, but his voice raised goosebumps across all of her body. “Yes, Sir. Every day,” she responded. Her voice sounded foreign, distant. She recognized faintly that she was already falling into her submissive head space, being enthralled by this man who could control her so completely. He hummed and said, “That’s a good girl.” His finger trailed down her cheek and she took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering shut for a moment at the intensity of sensation that bloomed at his touch. “Hands and knees now. Keep your legs wide, pet,” he said, and she felt herself flush slightly. She knew what he’d see. She’d felt it happening from the moment he’d opened the door. Taking her new position, she made sure her back was still straight, legs wide as he’d requested. He wanted to inspect her, to make sure she was prepared for him as he’d asked. She knew she was, but it still brought a blush of shyness to her cheeks to be displayed for him so openly. Once in position, she waited as he took in his fill. A short, quiet hum was her response as his hands cupped around her upper thighs and stroked up, his thumbs sliding between her thighs to the crease with her core. They squeezed just below her ass cheeks, thumbs skating along her freshly waxed outer labia, then pulling them apart to view her pink center. “Oh my. Did you know you were dripping already, pet?” he asked, a smirk Güngören escort evident in his tone. She nodded, feeling her blush deepen. “Yes, Sir. I can’t help it.” He chuckled, then made her gasp when he pressed her labia back together and rubbed them along each other. The sensation was smooth, slick. When he pulled them back apart, they made a quiet, wet kissing sound. She heard him inhale, then groan. “You smell so lovely, pet,” he said quietly, and she felt the breath of his words against the sensitive skin of her exposed pussy. She shivered and mewled, but held her posture. Next, his hands stroked up to cup her ass cheeks firmly, squeezing and massaging them. His wicked thumbs framed her puckered, naked ass hole, then each trailed right over that reactive spot, making her clench in instinctive response. He stroked and circled her tight hole, and she moaned, fighting the urge to arch her back and press herself to him. “You like that, pet. Good. I have a surprise for you today, for being such an obedient girl.” His right hand left her skin, but his left thumb continued circling her ass hole, acclimating her to the touch. Her tight little hole relaxed with every stroke, until his thumb was pressing into a smooth, pliant opening. “I’ve brought a plug for you,” he said, then pressed something smooth and firm to the skin of her right ass cheek. It felt warm, probably from the heat of his hand. He continued, “I want to fill your tight little ass with it, pet. Does that excite you?” She took a shuddering breath, trying to calm herself enough to speak clearly. “Yes, Sir. I would like that very much.” Her voice sounded thready, needy. “Good. First, I’m going to put some lube on you. It’s going to be cold. Try not to fight it, pet.” She breathed and breathed, trying to relax, but she was undeniably aroused. It was difficult to control her reactions to his words, to his touch. When the cold, slick lube was rubbed on her sensitive hole, she clenched momentarily, until she felt his finger stroke and circle her. It helped to relax her, but she still gasped when he pressed harder and his thumb slipped past the impossibly tight sphincter. He pushed his finger deeper and she moaned, holding her body rigidly as he pushed in and pulled out again and again. He pulled his finger out, then stroked a circle around her hole once more. “Good girl. I’m going to insert the plug now. Ready?” She nodded quickly and said breathlessly, “Yes, Sir.” The hard, smooth thing she’d felt earlier came back to circle her hole several times, then found the center and pressed in. She relaxed into the filling sensation, moaning quietly as he pulled and pushed the plug deeper. It stretched her more and more, and she worked on keeping her muscles lax. When she felt it was almost too big, too wide, it finally began tapering back, and with a final quick tug, her ass swallowed the plug and closed around its narrow neck. She felt him twist it inside her, and the sensation was exquisite. He tugged, then pushed, and she gasped with the pleasure. “You’re such a good girl, pet. Your ass looks so good in that plug.” He tugged it again İnnovia escort bayan and she whimpered. She moaned and said, “Yes, Sir. Thank you.” It wasn’t her first experience with plugs, and he knew that, but it was the first time he’d applied one to her. The entire thing had taken less than five minutes, but she felt like she’d been immersed in this thick miasma of pleasure for much longer. His hands came back to her ass, spreading it wide then squeezing hard, before landing a spank on each cheek. She whined, this time unable to help the arching back, pressing her ass back and silently begging for more. “Mmm, your pussy is dripping on the carpet, pet.” Two fingers trailed through her sopping wet slit from clit to taint, making her shiver and gasp. He smeared her juices over her sensitive mound, making her slick, then his hand moved away and swatted her pussy hard twice. It made her jump, the sting spreading through her like the most addictive wildfire. She ached for another, but he moved away. After a moment, he said, “Turn around, pet. On your hands and knees.” She obeyed, keenly aware of the plug stretching her ass and his eyes on her body as she maneuvered on the carpet so that she was facing him. Her eyes found his bare feet as she waited for him to instruct her further. He leaned down and cupped her chin, tilting her face up. “Get up on your knees.” She did so, feeling the way he tugged on her chin as she raised herself up. He took a step forward, and she was suddenly flush with his legs from her thighs to her chest. Her neck had continued to move to accommodate his firm grip on her chin, so that she craned back as he stared down at her. In this position, she could feel the clear evidence of his arousal pressed to her throat. He rubbed it across the column of her neck and her lips parted in a quiet sigh. Eyelids heavy, she waited for his next demand. His thumb trailed over her lips and he said, “I want this mouth around my cock. Use your hands to undo my belt and jeans, just enough to get it out. Then I want them crossed at your back, pet.” Nodding, she said, “Yes, Sir,” then proceeded to do as he said. Her fingers shook as she tugged at his belt, then the button on his jeans. She pulled on the zipper, then split the sides and found him naked underneath. His cock throbbed as she maneuvered it out, making sure to rest the open jeans below his sack. Then, she crossed her hands at her lower back and waited. “Worship, pretty girl,” he growled, pressing the tip of his dick to her lips. She opened her mouth immediately and licked at it, moaning at the taste of him. Her mouth streaked along the underside of his bobbing member to his balls, where she licked and suckled before licking a line up his shaft to the tip once again. Her eyes turned up to him as she opened her mouth and took him in, watching as he took a sharp breath, as his eyes rolled a bit with her suckling. Slowly, she worked his cock, taking in more and more with every bobbing of her head. Her tongue licked at him with every suck, until the flat of her tongue was wrapped around his length, buried in her mouth to the Escort Kağıthane top of her throat. He groaned, a hand coming to the back of her head and gripping her tail at the scalp. That hand held her still, his dick pressed firmly to her throat, and she did her best to relax around him. Still, it was a bit too much for her and she gagged, pushing back at his hand. He chuckled, then brought her face back to his dick and pressed between her lips again. She moaned and took him in, her pussy throbbing as he once again pressed to the back of her mouth. “I want in that throat, pet,” he said. She gurgled around his thick dick, then her eyes rolled back as he pressed further. Her tongue pushed out of his way as he went further, deeper, then pulled out. She gasped and coughed, gripping her hands together at her back, then looked up at him and opened her mouth, tongue out, waiting. He didn’t disappoint. Humming his approval, he pressed back in, this time until her nose was flat to his pelvis. She swallowed around him and he groaned, then he started actively fucking her mouth. Her eyes teared as he pumped in and out, his other hand coming to cup her neck and keep her steady as he took what he wanted. Gagging again, she coughed around him, but he didn’t stop. Spittle dripped down her chin as he continued thrusting, holding himself in her throat every now and then. She couldn’t breathe when he did that, but it only made her wetter, more excited. “Fuck,” he ground out through gritted teeth, his grip on both her hair and her neck tightening. “You’re such a good little cock slut, aren’t you?” His dick thickened in her throat and his thrusts became erratic, his breathing rough. She knew he was close and she was beyond excited to feel him explode in her throat. That’s not what happened, though. He pulled out of her mouth suddenly, then tilted her face up and stroked his cock over her. Grunting and gasping, he shot his first rope of thick cum over her cheek and across her closed eye. Another coated her lips and dripped down her chin. The third and fourth were directed over her neck and breasts, streaking her in his essence. It was always a strange, heady sensation, to be covered in his cum. She felt his mark seeping deeply into her consciousness. With eyes still closed, she licked at her lips and smiled, tasting the salty, tanginess coating them. He pressed the tip of his cock to her lips and she opened, wrapping them around the head and suckling gently. He grunted and groaned as she cleaned him of the last bits of semen. With one last suck, she let him pop out of her mouth audibly and smiled, cum streaked and happy. “Who do you belong to?” he said, positioning her head up and keeping her locked in his hands. She smiled wider and answered, “I belong to you, Sir. Always.” He growled quietly and said, “Good girl. Rub the cum into your skin.” He released her and she began with a thumb across her coated eye. She did her best to recover as much fluid as she could from her face, then proceeded to smear it down her neck and over her chest. She spread it as low as she could, even reaching between her legs to mingle some with the juices dripping down her thighs. Her pussy was a sloppy, wet mess and she moaned as her fingers grazed the swollen, sensitive bud and lips. Then she returned to her belly, her breasts, her chest. She stroked and massaged until the semen was well and truly gone. Opening her eyes, she looked up at him and bit her smiling lip.
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