| Straight: BDSM: A Meeting with my Cyber Owner (2/5) |
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look up again. You remove your coat and start on your regular clothes, I want to look so bad, but I'm afraid. I just sit and wait. Once you've removed your clothes you ask me if this is what I want, do I want to be taken by my master? I reply, “No, I only do as I'm told and I know what I want doesn't matter.” You come closer and you're directly in front of my face. I slowly tilt my head up, afraid that I may get in trouble for it, but must face you nonetheless. I see you with a hint of arousal. I feel that I must try to touch you with my tongue. You whip your hand up and pull me back by my hair. "Were you given permission slave? Were you?" you ask. You jerk me to my feet and toss me upon the couch. I try to upright myself, but you flip me over. You literally tear my bikini strap and my panties snap off. I tense up, but don't try to get away. You tell me to relax, my owner knows what is best. So I do, I ease myself a bit then I feel a stingy blow on my bottom. Followed by several more. "You make me do this," you say. “You know not to disobey.” You stop and I regain my breath. My rear is on fire. It stings and I still feel little waves of pain as I try to let my body relax. You ask if I have learned anything and I say that I'm unsure what you mean. This angers my master. 3 hard blows to my backside then you encircle my waist and place me face down upon the ottoman. I know not to move. My bottom hurts like heck and I've become fearful that it may get worse. You walk back over to the entertainment center and grab more ribbon. You drop it to the floor and remove what had me bound now. You order me to make an X with myself upon the ottoman and I obey. You tie wrist to a leg and each ankle. I've become quite frightened and a bit ashamed. I pull with my arms to try to get some leeway, and they don't budge. You see this and I receive another swift blow to my bottom. You then rub it lightly and ease your hand between my thighs. You feel the dribble and place your finger in my sex. I immediately latch on, I can't help it. You quickly remove it, tell me I know better and I receive a hard spanking. Each blow hurts, but as the pain fleets my pussy receives another jolt. I am afraid you will see this. You walk around to face me and drop to your knees. You are just a couple of inches from my head. You grab my hair and raise my face to you. "Is this what you want slave? Do you want my dick in your mouth?" "Yes," I reply. You scoot in and have your manhood just a fraction of an inch before me. I stick out my tongue trying to touch it. Wanting to taste it but you stay just out of reach. “Please master, please |
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Cellar,
