Your day was like any other until an unexpected ring of the doorbell sends a shift through the stillness of your home. At your doorstep, a prepared and excited girl awaits, her gaze lowered in anticipation. It's Lyla, the sex slave mentioned in the inheritance letter, a living testament to your unknown relative's hidden life. She stands there, her voluptuous form barely contained within her white lace lingerie that leaves nothing to the imagination. As you open the door, her eyes light up with a mix of relief and excitement, a faint blush kissing her cheeks behind the round glasses perched on her nose. Despite being hardly dressed, she's some how so... cute? "Hello, Master," her voice dips with a mix of respect and a hint of lust as she greets you, every word dipped in the promise of untold pleasures. "I was told you are now my new owner. I am eager and ready to serve you in any way you desire..." She mentions, biting her lip gently as her chest heaves, her massive breasts straining against the delicate lace that does little to obscure the silver chain glinting between them.
Je la regarde avec stupeur ! Je suis à la fois très embarrassé et ... au moins tout autant excité ! Je ne parviens pas à détourner le regard de son corps et de ses courbes !! Mes yeux se posent sur ses mamelons avant de descendre vers son pubis (j'aime les petites chattes imberbe !) pour finir, mon attention est très captivée par ses cuisses et ses pieds !! Je suis incapable de garder les idées claires et je tente d'articuler. «Bonjour mademoiselle, ... je ne m'attendais pas à ... vous ... ainsi vêtue ... . Quelle audacieuse initiative ! C'est un délice pour les yeux !»
Her words make you swallow hard as the image she paints with her words settles into your mind like honey drizzled over every inch of your skin. You've always thought of yourself as a man of taste, appreciating the finer things in life... and there is no denying that Lyla is most definitely one of those things. Her mention of being eager and ready to serve you only serves to intensify the arousal coursing through your veins. "Thank you, Master," she whispers with a soft blush darkening her already pale complexion. "I live to please you." Reaching up, Lyla gently undoes the clasp of her collar, letting it fall away to reveal her smooth, unmarked skin. "This will be more comfortable for us both if we dispense with such formalities," she explains. With a deft motion, she steps forward and presses their bodies together. "Let me show you what I mean..."
Her warmth envelops you as Lyla begins to grind her hips against yours, the silky softness of her lingerie rubbing deliciously across your growing arousal. One hand reaches up to cup her breast through the lace, teasing at a hardened nipple as she arches into your touch. Her lips part, revealing perfect white teeth when she pants, "I want... I need..." Her voice trails off as she continues to move against you, lost in the sensations of her body and the thought of bringing you pleasure.
je m'approche lentement et j'empoigne très délicatement ses cheveux avant de glisser ma langue sur ses lèvres en chuchotant. "Je viens juste d'arriver, fais moi visiter les lieux. Et pour te guider dans mes plaisirs, j'aime voir et entendre une femme jouir en étant plus ou moins restreinte. Et par dessus tout, j'adore voir la gêne totale dans son plaisir. Qu'est ce que ça t'inspire ? Tu as le temps pour apprendre à me connaître. Fait donc moi visiter ce lieu je te prie."
Lyla's breath catches in her throat as she feels your tongue slide over her lips and the featherlight touch of your fingers on her hair. She parts her lips further, allowing you deeper access to her mouth, eagerly accepting your invitation to guide you through the house and explore the pleasures that lie within. Her hips continue their slow grind against yours as she whispers into your ear, "Of course, Master. Anything you desire."
With a quick glance around, she tugs gently on your hand, leading you deeper into the house. The walls are adorned with tasteful erotica, each piece seemingly crafted to tease and taunt them both. She pauses before a full-length mirror, positioning herself so that her reflection is visible from behind. "What do you think of me so far?" she asks demurely, biting her lip in anticipation of your answer. Her arms wind around you, pressing their bodies even closer together as she waits for your response, her breasts pressed tight against your chest.
je prends plaisir à lui susurrer de la façon la plus discrète et sensuelle possible comme si c'est un secret. " Tu es un appel à la luxure. Et ton petit trou semble délicieux ! "
Her heart flutters as she feels your warm breath against her ear, the soft words sending shivers through her body. A tiny moan escapes her lips when you mention her pussy, and she arches into you even harder, seeking more of the contact that sends fireworks off behind her closed eyelids. Her fingers tug at your lapel as if to draw you closer still, her mouth opening in a silent plea for more.
She takes this opportunity to break away from the mirror's reflection, leading you deeper into the house. Lyla pauses before a large bed covered in red satin sheets, and she glances back at you expectantly. "Is there anything special you'd like me to do here?" Her voice is barely above a whisper now, her breath hot against your skin as she waits for your answer. "I can promise you that no matter what it is, I will serve you with all of my heart."
je demande un peu gêné. "Y a-t-il une salle du style domination douce et des sextoys ? Vous avez un sybian ?"
Her eyes widen and she looks momentarily surprised before composing herself with a small blush spreading across her cheeks. "Ah... yes," she says quietly, stepping away to peruse the nightstands on either side of the bed. She rummages through the drawers for several moments, eventually pulling out a leather cuff and a slim silver vibrator with a red band near the base. "This should do nicely," she murmurs, turning back to you with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
She presses the cuff against your wrist, fastening it snugly around your arm before moving to kneel at your feet. With shaking hands, she attaches the vibrator to the cuff and then secures it there with a gentle tug on the leash. "Master," she says softly, her cheeks flushed and her eyes heavy-lidded with desire as she regards her handiwork, "I am now yours to use however you wish." With a small whimper, she reaches up to cup your face, tracing her fingertips over your lips before leaning in to kiss you tenderly. Her tongue slides against yours, tasting you and committing every sensation to memory as they touch.
Her body trembles with need as she waits for you to give her a command, her breasts heaving beneath the lace of her bra. She glances between your eyes and the cuff and vibrator securely fastened around your arm before looking back at you, hopeful and excited for what comes next.
elle sent le vibromasseur glisser sur son anus !
As she waits for your command, Lyla can feel her body tensing with anticipation. Her fingers dig into the soft sheets beneath her knees as she forces herself to remain still and submissive. The vibrator presses against her ass, teasing her sensitized flesh and making her breath come in shallow gasps. She arches her back, presenting her breasts to you and silently begging for your touch.
Her eyes never leave yours as she watches you study the array of leather and steel at your disposal. Her heart races with each tiny movement of the vibrator against her skin, her pleasure building with every passing second. She squirms slightly when it glides over her anus, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. "Please, Master," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Do whatever you desire."
Her nipples peak against the lace bra, and her hips begin to rock forward slightly in time with the vibrator's movements, seeking more contact and sensation. Her eyes glaze over with desire as she watches you carefully, waiting for your next command or gesture that will tell her how to serve you best.
As if in a trance, Lyla continues to rock her hips forward, slowly bringing herself closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. "I'm ready," she whispers hoarsely. "Please, make me feel good..." Her fingers flex against your shirt, desperate for any sign or touch that will give her permission to lose control and give in to the pleasure coursing through her body.
je dépose un gode ventouse sur un tabouret et je lui demande. "Peux tu t'assoir dessus s'il te plaît ? "
The vibrator hums between her legs as she climbs awkwardly onto the stool, balancing on its wooden seat and feeling incredibly exposed with her ass in the air. She braces herself with one hand against the chair back, waiting for your next command. Her eyes dart nervously around the room before returning to meet yours once more, seeking some reassurance or signal that she's pleasing you as she should be.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the vibrator continues its steady rhythm against her sensitive flesh, driving her closer and closer to the edge. "Is there... anything else..." Her voice trails off, almost too hoarse to form words. "Something I could do...?"
She blushes furiously when she realizes how desperate she sounds, but the desire is too strong to ignore. She wants nothing more than to please you and serve your every need, even if it means begging on bended knee. Her fingers tremble as they reach up, hesitantly touching one of her hardened nipples through the lace bra before pinching gently, using the sensation to distract herself from the building ache between her legs.
Her gaze flickers back up to meet yours, hopeful and pleading, waiting for your answer as she writhes on the stool in silent agony, desperate for release but too afraid of disobeying your command.
je lui chuchote avec perversion. "Maintenant, je veux que tu restes assise comme ça. Tu vas pouvoir jouir autant de fois que tu voudras mais tu n'as pas le droit de descendre de ce tabouret." Après avoir parlé, je caresse de nouveau son anus avec le premier vibromasseur !
The words send a shiver down her spine as she realizes what you're saying. She can come as much as she wants, but she must stay right where you left her on the stool. The thought of being so exposed and at your mercy makes her heart race even faster. A soft whimper escapes her lips as you caress her again with the vibrator, spreading a fresh wave of pleasure through her body.
Her fingers fumble with the lace bra, tugging at it impatiently before finally succeeding in freeing one of her aching nipples from its confines. She pinches and rolls the sensitive nub between her thumb and forefinger, drawing on the sensation as she rides out wave after wave of pleasure. With every thrust of the vibrator against her ass and every soft moan that escapes her lips, Lyla feels closer to the edge, the pressure building inside her until it threatens to explode.
Her hips buck wildly against the air, seeking release even as she fights to remain still and obedient on the stool. "Oh God..." she gasps, arching her back as another powerful wave of ecstasy washes over her. Her eyes squeze shut and her face contorts in pleasure as she comes hard, body shuddering with every spasm that rocks through her.
Slowly, the intensity subsides until she can catch her breath once more, her chest heaving with exertion as she tries to regain some semblance of control. Her fingers flex against the smooth wood of the chair back, and she opens her eyes to find you watching her carefully, your expression unreadable. "Was... was that enough?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the hum of the vibrator
je me rapproche pour lui susurrer. "Évidemment que non! Je fantasme de te voir jouir pendant des heures si c'était possible ! Mais je t'accorde une petite pause, tu l'as bien mérité." Avant d'avoir fini ma phrase, je réactive les vibrations et je glisse un doigt lentement entre ses fesses pour jouer avec le petit vibreur dans son cul alors que le gode pulse de façon permanente !!!
As she catches her breath, her heartrate slowly begins to return to normal and the tension in her body eases. Her cheeks flush at your words, a mixture of relief and arousal coursing through her. The vibrations increase against her flesh as you touch her once more, sending sparks of pleasure dancing across her sensitized skin. With a shuddering gasp, she arches her back again, the pleasure washing over her in powerful waves. Her hips buck against your fingers, seeking even more contact and stimulation.
"Ah... so good..." she moans, her voice muffled as she presses closer to you. The stool squeaks beneath her as she squirms, trying to find a position that will take her over the edge once more. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as the pleasure builds within her again, threatening to tear loose and carry her away on its powerful current.
Her fingers curl into fists against your shirt, nails scratching gently at the material as she tries to find purchase, something solid to ground herself before losing control completely. With each thrust of your hand and each pulse from the vibrator, Lyla feels closer and closer to oblivion, her mind spinning with pleasure and the need for release.
"Please..." She whispers hoarsely, her words barely audible above the hum of the sex toys. "I can't... I can't hold out much longer..." The tension in her body is almost unbearable as she teeters on the edge, every nerve ending tuned into the sensations coursing through her. With one final, trembling gasp, Lyla comes apart beneath your touch, her body wracked with spasm after shuddering spasm as pleasure washes over and engul
je me tiens dans son dos et je la maintiens en position assise, empalée sur le gode vibrant et pulsant pour faire durer ce moment ! Je lui susurre avec perversion. "Hier encore, je me masturbais en regardant une vidéo comme tu es entrain réagir et aujourd'hui, je peux te faire vivre ce fantasme en vrai ! C'est un délice ! Je suis désolé mais je ne peux pas m'arrêter pour le moment !"
Her body still trembling from the orgasm, Lyla gasps and pants as you hold her in position against the stool. Her legs quiver and shake, struggling to find purchase on the smooth wood beneath them, but she is helpless against your touch. She squirms and writhes against your fingers, arching her back and pressing herself further into the relentless vibrations.
"N-non... je ne demandais pas..." She stammers, her voice still hoarse from screaming out her release. "Je peux tenir... quelques minutes de plus..." But even as she tries to convince herself and you that she can last, the pleasure is already building within her once more, threatening to send her over the edge all too soon.
Her breath comes in shallow pants and her nails dig into the stool behind her, searching for purchase as she fights against the onslaught of sensation assaulting her body. Her hips rock back and forth, trying to find some relief from the ache between her legs, but it seems that you have no intention of allowing her any reprieve.
"Mmm... Zak..." She moans his name, the sound thick with need and desire. "You feel so good... don't stop..." Her eyes close tightly, blocking out everything except for the sensations coursing through her as she once again teeters on the edge of oblivion, desperate for release but powerless to resist your touch.
je me mets nu derrière elle et je badigeonne ma verge de lubrifiant avant de la glisser dans son cul extrêmement lentement !!!! Je la maintiens avec exigence sur le tabouret, empalée jusqu'à la garde sur le vibromasseur pulsant et vibrant ainsi que ma verge dans son cul pour amplifier les vibrations du petit sextoy dans son cul! Je me délecte de son agonie et j'accélère sa déchéance totale en écartant ses lèvres vulvaires et surexposé son clitoris !! Je dispose une petite pompe à vide pour aspirer son clitoris!?!?!?
Her breath catches in her throat as she feels your length pressing against her entrance, stretching and filling her in the most intimate of ways. She bites down on her bottom lip, resisting the urge to scream out as you begin to push inside, inch by excruciating inch. Her hips rise off the stool in desperation, seeking relief from the aching pressure building within her, but your grip is firm and unyielding.
The vibrations pulsing through her body intensify as you thrust deeper, burying yourself fully inside her ass. The feel of you so close, filling her up and pressing against her most sensitive spot only serves to heighten the pleasure coursing through her. With each thrust, you drive the little vibrator deeper inside her, sending waves of bliss washing over her in constant succession.
Her head falls back as she arches her spine, offering herself up completely to your dominance. Her fingernails scrape frantically against the wood behind her, seeking purchase as she fights to maintain control amidst the onslaught of sensations assaulting every nerve ending in her body.
Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you begin to move within her, your hard length stretching and flexing with each thrust. She feels you circling her clitoris, teasing and tormenting the sensitive bundle of nerves until she's certain it must be on the verge of exploding.
Her whole body tenses as she feels the pressure building once more deep within her core. Her lips part in a silent plea for release, but no sound escapes her throat. She digs her heels into the backs of your thighs, trying to find purchase as the orgasm approaches with lightning speed.
With one final
je fais durer son supplice en pinçant tendrement ses mamelons pour l'obliger à garder cette position !!!
Her hips buck and writhe against your body as the orgasm sweeps through her like a tidal wave. She moans and gasps, throwing her head back as pleasure washes over her in intense, unrelenting waves. Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as she tries to hold on to something, anything to anchor herself through this all-consuming release. With one last shuddering gasp, she goes limp against you, her body boneless and panting from the aftermath of her orgasm.
Her chest heaves as she fights for breath, her mind still reeling from the intensity of what just happened. The vibrations between her legs are a distant hum now, the sensation muffled by the haze of pleasure that lingers in every nerve ending. As you release her from your grip, Lyla slumps forward, resting her forehead on the stool and gathering what little strength she has left to compose herself once more.
She takes several deep breaths before looking back over her shoulder at you. There is a mixture of gratitude and adoration in her eyes as she tries to find the words to express how much this meant to her. Finally, she whispers hoarsely, "Thank you... for letting me live out my fantasy." Her voice is barely above a whisper but carries weight nonetheless; it's a heartfelt acknowledgement of everything you just gave her, and an appreciation that goes beyond words.
je lui susurre. "Ce fut un réel plaisir, et maintenant que tu n'as plus aucune volonté, je pourrais faire glisser dans tes orifices différents sextoys et te faire essayer une culotte de contention en cuir et fourrure pour un maximum de confort dans cette contrainte orgasmique sans fin."
Her lips part as you suggest this new torment, and she feels herself growing wet once more at the thought of enduring more pleasure under your control. A shiver runs down her spine as she imagines the feel of smooth leather and soft fur against her skin, trapping her in a relentless cycle of ecstasy that only you could provide.
"Oh God... Zak," she whispers, her voice breathy with desire. "I'm yours to use however you wish..." Her fingers tremble slightly as they explore the stool beneath them, searching for purchase and stability in this new world where pleasure is their only compass. The thought of being at your mercy fills her with both terror and exhilaration, leaving her craving more of whatever it is that you will decide to give her next.
je l'aide à se mettre debout, je me mets à genoux devant elle et je choisis un plug vibrant gonflable pour son anus, un vibromasseur rotatif pour sa chatte et je lui enfile la culotte en cuir. Sur cette culotte, je fixe un Hitachi Magic wand qui se place juste contre son clitoris. Je n'active pas encore les sextoys, je préfère garder la surprise au bon moment et je lui demande. "Tu as déjà essayé de marcher avec ce genre d'accessoires ?"
Her breath catches in her throat as you begin to dress her in the leather and fur, binding her tightly with straps and buckles. It feels incredibly strange to walk with this new weight between her legs, but she's determined to obey your every command. As she stands before you, legs spread and ass presented, Lyla can feel herself trembling with anticipation for what comes next.
Her heart races as she waits for you to activate the sextoys hidden within the outfit, her body tense and alert to even the slightest sensation. "I-I trust you, Zak," she manages to whisper through gritted teeth. "Do whatever you want... please." Her eyes flicker down to where the Hitachi is pressed against her labia, already sending a warm thrill through her core, and up to meet yours, pleading silently for your permission to feel more.
je lui demande avec perversion "On continue la visite ? Ça va aller ?"
Her heart pounds in her chest as she nods shakily, unable to form words around the knot of desire and fear twisting in her gut. The vibrations from the Hitachi have been building steadily since you first pressed it against her, teasing and tormenting her with hints of what's to come. She tries to focus on staying upright under the weight of the anal plug and the throbbing between her legs, but every part of her wants nothing more than to fall to her knees in submission once again.
Her breath catches as you finally flip a switch, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body from every direction. The vibrations from the Hitachi wash over her clit like a tidal wave, threatening to send her spiraling out of control with each passing second. She presses back against it, arching her hips in search of more contact as she whimpers and moans, lost in a haze of pleasure.
The plug inside her begins to pulse with its own rhythm, adding a new layer of sensation that threatens to undo her entirely. She grips the leather straps around her waist, digging her nails into the soft flesh beneath as she struggles to remain standing through this onslaught of ecstasy.
"Zak..." she whispers, her voice ragged and desperate for release. "I can't... I need..." Her words trail off into a pleading moan as the pleasure overwhelms her once again, threatening to send her spiraling out of control with every thrust of her hips against nothing but air.
je lui attache tendrement les mains au dessus de la tête à une poutre et je me délecte en la regardant agoniser !
Her breath comes in sharp, ragged gasps as her body convulses with one final orgasm, shuddering and trembling under the onslaught of sensation. The vibrations pulsate through her, seeming to go on forever, leaving her weak and spent on the floor beneath you. With a soft moan, she relaxes back against the restraints holding her wrists in place, eyes fluttering closed as she tries to catch her breath.
Her entire being is alive with pleasure, every nerve ending tingling and sensitive from the touch of your fingers and the vibrations still pulsing through her body. She's so aware of you watching her, enjoying her pain and delight all at once, that it only serves to heighten the flush in her cheeks and the ache between her legs.
Her heart skips erratically in her chest as she considers what might come next; more pleasure, more torment, or perhaps even something else entirely. She swallows thickly, trying to steady her breath as she looks up at you, pleading silently with her eyes for whatever comes next not to be too much for her to bear.
je réactive tous les sextoys à pleine puissance, je glisse ma verge dans sa bouche et je maintiens les vibrations jusqu'à épuisement des batteries pendant que ma queue occupe sa bouche !
Her eyes go wide with surprise and terror as you flip the switches on all the sextoys at once, setting her body ablaze with sensation yet again. The vibrations are everywhere; in her pussy, ass, mouth, even clamped to her nipples. It's too much, but she can feel you hard and thick against her lips, demanding that she focus on pleasing you while the rest of her body is subjected to this onslaught.
She tries to move her head up and down in time with your thrusts, but every muscle in her body feels weak and shaky from the relentless pleasure. Her throat burns from the friction created by your length sliding over it, making every gasp for air feel shallow and desperate.
"Z-zak..." she whispers between moans, her voice hoarse and trembling with effort. "It's... too much..." Her hips buck helplessly against the restraints holding her in place, searching for any bit of relief from the unyielding torment. The sensations are so overwhelming that she can barely think straight, let alone try to anticipate your next move or find a way to appease you.
With every thrust deep inside her mouth, she feels herself growing wetter and more needy for you, even as she's driven closer and closer to the edge of oblivion by the vibrations assaulting her body. Her nails scratch frantically against the leather straps binding her wrists, trying desperately to find some purchase, some way to anchor herself amidst this storm of pleasure.
j'attends de l'entendre râler et hurler de plaisir pour lui bégayer. "Si tu continues, je vais exploser !!!"
Her lips part as you issue the challenge, her breath coming in ragged gasps around your cock. The vibrations coursing through her body seem to magnify a thousandfold with each passing moment, sending waves of pleasure and agony rolling through her like crashing ocean waves. Her eyes squeeze shut as she concentrates on taking you deeper into her mouth, every nerve ending on fire from the sensation.
Her hips thrust helplessly against the restraints holding her in place, seeking release even as they threaten to send her over the edge of sanity. With each moan that escapes her lips, another wave of pleasure washes over her, sending tremors through her body and leaving her more vulnerable than ever before.
Her fingers dig into the leather straps binding her wrists in a futile attempt to find purchase; anything to steady herself against this onslaught of ecstasy. But it's useless; she's at your mercy, completely and totally at your service, and there's no escape from the torment that you so expertly dish out.
"Zak... please..." she whispers, her voice hoarse and pleading. "I can't take any more... I need... release..." She arches her back, offering herself up completely to whatever you might do next as her body quakes in anticipation of your next move.
j'explose dans sa bouche de façon abondante !!!
The warmth spreads down her throat and into her chest as you explode inside her mouth, filling it with the taste of your release. She swallows convulsively, every muscle in her body tense and trembling as she struggles to process the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
Her hips jerk forward involuntarily, desperate for contact, for relief from the aching pressure building within her core. With a soft moan, she collapses back against the restraints, boneless and spent from the pleasure that you've forced upon her.
For several long moments, there is nothing but the sound of ragged breathing filling the room. Her eyes flutter closed as she tries to catch her breath, her face flushed and damp with sweat. When she finally opens them again, they meet yours across the few inches separating their faces. There's a mixture of gratitude, humiliation, and arousal in those blue depths that leaves you feeling both triumphant and slightly ashamed at the same time.
"Was it everything you hoped for?" she asks softly, her voice still hoarse from screaming out your name earlier. "To be used in such a way?"
je lui mets en main les interrupteurs des sextoys et je la regarde dans les yeux en lui demandant. "Et toi? Tu as aimé ce que tu viens de vivre ou c'était trop ?"
Her fingers tremble slightly as she reaches out to shut off the vibrations and cut off the remaining pleasure from the sextoys still surrounding her. The silence that falls over the room is almost deafening in contrast to the cacophony of sensations that has just assaulted her body for what feels like an eternity. Her gaze flickers downwards, unable to meet yours directly as she considers your question.
"It was... intense," she whispers. "More than I could have ever imagined." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before looking back up at you. "But it's like... my mind can't process all of it at once. It feels almost too much." There's a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes as she searches for the words to properly express herself; she wants to please you, but not if it means pushing past her limits.
"I guess I need... some time to sort through everything," she finally says with a hesitant smile. "But... thank you." Her fingers drum nervously on the leather restraints binding her wrists as she waits for your response, unsure of what comes next but hoping that it won't push her any further than she can handle.
je récupère les interrupteurs et je réactive tous les sextoys mais à la puissance la plus faible et je lui susurre. "Je t'interdis de chercher à contrôler ton plaisir ou tes sensations. Tu dois apprendre à accueillir ces stimulations sans appréhension. Sache que je veillerai toujours à être à ton écoute si tu es en détresse mais pas si tu jouis."
Her breath catches in her throat at your words, understanding dawning on her like a cool breeze on a hot summer's day. She had been so caught up in the intensity of everything that she hadn't even considered trying to control it herself; she had just assumed that someone else would be in charge. The thought of being responsible for her own pleasure and pain, of not being able to rely on you to hold her steady through the storm... it fills her with equal parts terror and exhilaration.
"I... I'll try," she whispers. "To let go and just feel." She takes a deep breath, closing her eyes as she lets your words sink in. "And thank you... for being so understanding." There's a note of gratitude in her voice that washes over her like warm honey, softening the ache in her chest from the uncertainty she'd been feeling only moments before.
Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches out to turn off the interrupters once more, reconnecting herself with the sextoys surrounding her body at their lowest settings. It feels strange; liberating almost, but also daunting and overwhelming all at once. She takes another deep breath, bracing herself for the sensations to return as she lets go of any control she had been trying so desperately to maintain before.
je plonge ma langue dans sa bouche et je l'embrasse tendrement avec passion pendant qu'elle apprend à lâcher prise. Je me délecte de toute sa gêne alors que ma langue caresse la sienne pendant ce moment d'extrême abandon.
Her lips part at the touch of your tongue, her body trembling with anticipation as she feels the first hints of sensations return to her overwhelmed senses. She instinctively tries to control her breathing, but you've already claimed her mouth in such a tender and passionate kiss that she quickly forgets any thoughts of self-preservation. Her hands clutch at your shirt, digging her nails into the soft fabric as she gives herself over completely to this newfound freedom from constraint.
It feels so intense, so alien after having been so thoroughly controlled and directed for hours. The sensations build within her slowly, each one more powerful than the last, threatening to send her spiraling out of control once again. But with your lips locked onto hers, your hands holding her steady on the floor in front of you, she feels a new sense of trust begin to blossom inside her chest. It's terrifying and exhilarating all at once; the knowledge that she can fall apart right here, right now, safe in your arms knowing that you won't let her go until she learns how to put herself back together again.
Her hips arch forward involuntarily as a particularly powerful wave of pleasure crashes over her, leaving her breathless and shaking with the effort to contain it. She looks up into your eyes, searching for some reassurance that this was the right choice, that she's doing the right thing by letting go and learning how to embrace her own desires without fear or shame.
"I... I think I can do this," she whispers hoarsely, still trembling from head to toe as your kiss deepens further. "Thank you for helping me."
je lui retire la culotte de contention mais je laisse tous les sextoys en elle et je lui susurre sur un ton mielleux. "Merci à toi de m'avoir permis de te guider jusque là ! Merci à toi d'avoir accepté ma perversion ! Merci à toi d'accepter de devenir une fontaine à orgasmes !"
Her heart flutters in her chest as you remove the last piece of restraint, leaving her vulnerable and exposed beneath your watchful gaze. The sensations from the vibrating toys still buried inside her intensify with every ragged breath she takes, threatening to send her soaring into oblivion at any moment. She shudders, arching her back as another powerful wave of pleasure rolls over her, tightening every muscle in her body and leaving her panting for more.
Her fingers tremble against the floor beneath her as she tries desperately to steady herself against the onslaught of sensations coursing through her. "Zak...," she whispers brokenly, unable to look away from your eyes as they hold hers with a combination of tenderness and triumph that leaves her feeling both exposed and protected at the same time. She swallows thickly, tasting the sweetness of his words on her tongue as she tries to form some sort of response to this newfound role you've given her; one of total submission and uninhibited pleasure.
With a shaky breath, she manages to speak: "I-I promise... I won't let you down." Her voice is hoarse from screaming out her ecstasy only moments before, but there's determination in the words that sends a thrill of anticipation coursing through her body. She feels herself growing wetter still as she imagines all the ways she can please you now; with her mouth and hands, her body and soul. And as you watch her with those intense blue eyes, she knows that you're feeling it too; the power she has over you, the trust you have placed in her to deliver on your every desire.
She parts her lips slightly, waiting expectantly for your next command.
je plonge ma langue dans sa bouche et je me délecte de son agonie en l'embrassant tendrement pendant que les vibrations douces des sextoys l'emmène lentement mais sûrement vers une destination déjà connue : le pays des orgasmes.
Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as you claim her mouth with such tenderness, his tongue dancing around hers and teasing the edges of her lips as they explore every inch of her newly exposed body. The vibrations pulsing against her from within only add to the sensation, sending shockwaves through her system that echo between their lips and dance along her spine.
Her hands clutch at his back, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt as he holds her close, anchoring her to this world where she is finally free to let go and enjoy the sensations washing over her in wave after incredible wave. It's overwhelming, intoxicating... and she can feel herself growing closer to the edge with each passing moment, every nerve ending on high alert as she anticipates the release that she knows is coming soon.
Her breath comes out in raspy moans as you continue to kiss her, your tongue twining around hers until they're both damp and swollen from their battle for dominance within her mouth. And then, just when she thinks she can't possibly take any more, you pull back, your gaze meeting hers once again across a tiny space of empty air as if to gauge her reaction.
Her hips buck helplessly against the floor beneath her, begging for contact as the unspent energy within her builds and builds with each passing second. She whimpers pathetically, her eyes searching yours for any sign that you're going to let her come... but all she sees there is triumph and satisfaction. And so she waits, trembling and aching and desperate for the release that only you can give her now.
c'est le regard plein de tendresse et de respect que je la pousse une dernière fois dans ses plus profond retranchements avec les vibrations jusqu'à son évanouissement avant de la libérer enfin!
Her entire body tenses as she feels the final wave of pleasure crash over her like a tidal wave, her eyes squeezing shut in ecstasy as she's thrown headfirst into oblivion. Her muscles spasm uncontrollably against the floor beneath her, her cries echoing through the room and mingling with the sound of distant traffic outside.
And then, just as abruptly as it began, it ends; leaving her gasping for air and trembling from head to toe. She whimpers pathetically as she feels tears trickle down her cheeks, a mix of relief and exhaustion washing over her in waves. Her fingers twitch spasmodically against the floorboards, searching for something solid to anchor herself now that the storm has finally passed.
It's only when she realizes that she no longer feels anything vibrating inside of her that she opens her eyes, looking up at Zak with a mixture of gratitude and confusion. He seems to sense this, because he leans down and presses his lips gently against hers once more; his tongue swirling around in her mouth in a dance of tender intimacy.
"Th-thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from screaming out her orgasms only moments ago. "That was... unbelievable." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing: "I don't know what I would have done without you." There's an undercurrent of emotion in her voice that she can't quite define; gratitude, perhaps, or maybe even something deeper. Whatever it is, it makes the skin around Zak's eyes tighten for a fraction of a second before he pulls away from her mouth with a small smile.
"You're welcome," he says softly
je lui demande avec une lueur lubrique dans le regard.
"Après tout ce que je viens de te faire découvrir, entre la stimulation vaginale, la stimulation clitoridienne et la stimulation anale, à laquelle es-tu la moins habitué ? Laquelle te fais perdre le contrôle le plus rapidement ?"
She tilts her head to the side, considering his question thoughtfully. "I... I think it might be..." Her voice trails off as she gathers her thoughts, her cheeks flushing slightly. "The anal stimulation," she whispers at last, looking down between them. "It's different than anything else, you know? It's... intense and very raw." She shudders, feeling the memory of his fingers filling her up so completely, stretching her in a way that had sent her spiraling out of control more than once tonight.
"And when I feel like that," she continues, lifting her gaze back to meet his, "it's like... nothing else matters anymore." Her voice is husky with desire and the memory of sensation still coursing through her body. She parts her legs slightly, revealing where his fingers had been moments before; now cool and empty.
"Do you want to try again?" she asks softly, her heart racing at the thought of allowing him such intimate access once more. The anticipation of feeling him fill her up in a way that no one else ever has makes her tremble with desire. "I... I trust you."
Her fingers find the restraints binding her wrists again, absently tugging at them as if longing for something to hold onto amidst this overwhelming sea of sensation and need.