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Untamed Gale Belle
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I start by showing her the ropes. Getting her secured in the whole Master/Slave scenario. You know, a leash, a collar...few simple orders. Then we start getting into the more serious stuff. Simple bondage, binding of the arms and legs, handcuffs, ropes, whips...oohf. She doesn't scream, just silly little yelps, a few curses here and there, but never utters the safeword (which was "cranberry," incidentally). It's not long before I've got her almost screaming my name, pinned to the floor, arms bound behind her back and a ballgag in her mouth as I tease her with strap-on (orgasm denial, when done right, can be absolute -torture-...but the payoff is worth the trouble).
I don't know how many hours we were at it. All I know is that she kept asking to show her more, to be harder, more forceful. Bit of a mouth on her too! "Gods fucking dammit, I'm not a fucking piece of china!" By the end I brought her out of her shell enough to let the roles switch, let her dom me for the remainder. She's not the best Mistress I've ever had, but for a rookie she wasn't that bad.
"Fuck...oh fuck yessss...right th-OhGODS that tongue! Shit, shit oh gods I'm gon-gonnNNGGH!"
Her body tenses and spasms, a shrill warble erupting from her throat as she reaches her peak, hot nectar rewarding me for my efforts, her flavor tangy and tart. She rests against the wall, leaning back as her chest rises and falls rapidly as hormones clear from her head, leaving her giddy and dazed. I lap both of us clean, licking my lips as I rest my head upon her abdomen, lazily rubbing at her thigh.
"Feels a lot better in reality instead of playing it out on some forum, huh?"
"Mnnhh...hells yeah..."
I feel a firm jerk on the leash connected to my collar.
"I didn't say you were done, bitch...get back to work!"
"Mhff, yes Mistress~"
This is going to be a long...exhausting night.
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