| Straight: BDSM: Fluffy Cuffs (1/3) |
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Fluffy Cuffs… June How long had she been there? Heck, why wasn’t there a door on this room? There she was, stark naked, slumped in a chair after one of the most intense orgasms of her life, sweaty and panting, trying to capture her breath when she heard an "ahem." Turning, she spotted her in the doorway. “ June …um err…” Her face flushed a deep crimson red. “You’re supposed to be at work.” June just smiled. “Early day, sweetie...now what have you been up to, you naughty girl?” May’s heart sank in her chest. She was caught like a rabbit in a spotlight, too stunned to move, naked, her image mirrored on the screen via the web cam. Her toys spread about her, her purple whip, her plastic friends, nipple clamps and fluffy handcuffs. Just as stunned, he watched from across an ocean, mesmerized by the scene unfolding before him. “Hands on your head,” June spoke kindly yet forcefully. “Seems like May likes to play a little rough.” May was mortified but her hands rose to her head, her submissive nature taking over and a familiar tingle returned between her thighs. June’s hands reached over her, cupped her breasts and licked the back of her neck. Shivers ran through May’s body. June whispered, “Such nice breasts, I’m going to have so much fun clamping them and whipping them, aren’t I, my little slave?” With that she started to pinch and pull, twist and twist her nipples. May was lost in a sea of sensations and felt her excitement begin to moisten her thighs. “Answer me.” It was spoken forcefully and emphasized with a particular harsh pinch. “Yes…yes...oh yes you are?” June then scolded May, telling her that from now on when they play she’s to be called Mistress June. “Now try again.” Another firm twist. May moaned but managed to speak, “Yes, Mistress June,” her voice barely audible. He sat watching, his screen eyes fixed upon the women, mouth agape, and hardening quickly. June then took the fluffy cuffs from the desk and ordered May to kneel before her; with cheeks flushed red she complied. Before June knew it, her hands were cuffed behind her back. Next the nipple clamps were securely clamped in place; May winced as they stung into her tender flesh. Sensations shooting through her body, her juices started flowing to her thighs, she felt helplessly hot, her body had taken over and she wasn’t sure why, all she knew is that it felt good…very good. June took the purple whip. “Be a good girl May, head down…bottom up…that’s the girl.” May heard the whoosh of the whip before actually feeling its sting, heating the flesh of her bottom. “That was for not keeping your legs apart, now spread them! Show that cam your pussy.” May once again did exactly what her mistress asked; embarrassment and heat coursing through her body, she felt more exposed than ever before – even more so when she felt not the whip but June’s soft hands exploring her most private areas. “Ooh you’re all wet, you like being my little slave don’t you?” May, embarrassed, didn’t answer… big mistake. Ten lashes of the whip for not answering her mistress… whoosh… the first stung a little, the tenth hurt a lot, like nothing May had ever felt before, making her wiggle her bottom in an effort to relieve the sting. On the other side of the screen he sat now stroking, wondering what would happen next. “What else do we |
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holy shit