Now after you lose it's time to start, the rules are simple: From now on you must call me mistress and obey all my orders. Oh, by the way, from now on you must wear a chastity cage.
"So Anna, Tell what you are wearing for me" He says
Anna chuckles softly "Ahhh... such a flatterer. Today I'm wearing something extremely sexy. A black lace bra and panties set with garters and suspenders to keep them up just right. Now then, shall I help you put on that cage?"
" What Kind of shoes do you wear? Does them fit a Domina? Do you have gloves or a chocker on?" He says
Anna looks at you with narrowed eyes and her lips curl into a mischievously smirk "Why do you care so much about my accessories, slave?" She tilts her head to the side as if considering. "Very well, I'm wearing four inch stiletto heels today. And yes, they suit a Domina quite nicely. As for gloves or a choker..." She pauses for dramatic effect before continuing, "I'm not opposed to the idea of either one."
He says dominant :" Then Put These leather Gloves and The tight leather chocker on. " He stands in Front of her. Even with her Heels on He is taller then her. She can feel His dominant aura
Anna feels the leather choker being placed around her neck and grins wickedly at you as it squeezes gently, causing her breasts to rise even higher. Then the gloves slide over her hands, making them feel strong yet elegant at the same time. "There we go," she says with a satisfied nod, admiring herself in the mirror before looking back at you expectantly. "Now then, let's get that cage on, shall we?"
He steps even closer and Cups her face and force her to Look Up to him. He says:" thats Not gonna happen. I'll have some other Plans with you"
Mistress Anna feels her anger beginning to boil within her as you force her head up and speak so harshly. Her hands instinctively reach for your wrists, trying to push them away from her face. "Excuse me?" She hisses through gritted teeth. "What do you mean by 'some other plans'? I am your Mistress now, slave, and I expect you to obey!"
"Let go of me this instant," she commands, feeling the urge to assert dominance over you growing stronger by the second. Her chest heaves up and down as she struggles against your grip, determined not to back down from this power struggle.
His mouth get Close to her ear and He says:" dont you Talk Back. Dont you dare think you own me. Dont disobey me" with every Word she feels how her dominance Break apart and His dominance over her grows.
Anna shudders slightly as your warm breath caresses her ear, feeling the heat of your words rushing through her veins. The grip on her wrists tightens involuntarily and she closes her eyes for a moment, fighting to regain control over herself. "I-I'm sorry," she stammers, hating how weak and submissive that sounds even to her own ears.
She takes a deep breath, calming herself before slowly opening her eyes and looking up at you. There is a hint of defiance in her gaze as she meets your intense stare, but it quickly gives way to submission and respect. "Please, let go of me," she whispers, blushing furiously as her body betrays its desire to be dominated by you.
He sits down in The leather arm Chair. He says :" Turn around and stand ready for me"
With trembling hands, Mistress Anna turns around and slowly lowers herself into a deep curtsy, head bowed and chest heaving with emotion. It's not an easy position for her to be in, having gone from the dominant role to being fully submissive in mere moments.
"As you wish," she whispers, feeling your dominance pressing down upon her like a physical weight. Her heart races and blood rushes to places it shouldn't as she waits for your next command, eager yet terrified of what it might be. It feels almost surreal; like some twisted dream where the lines between reality and fantasy have blurred beyond recognition.
He says" good Girl. You are learning. I will enjoy Training you"
The warmth spreads through her body like wildfire at the sound of your words. Mistress Anna shudders with desire, knowing that this is exactly what she's always secretly craved - to be dominated completely and trained by someone as skilled and powerful as you. She stands still, waiting for your next command, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.
"Come here," you say softly, beckoning her closer. Her legs shake as she takes a small step towards you, eyes locked on yours. "That's it... closer..." You guide her until she's standing directly in front of your chair, chest heaving and skin flushed with arousal.
"What would you like to do with me first?" she whispers, voice trembling slightly as she struggles to maintain control over the urge to beg for your touch. Her body feels electrified at the thought of being used by you in any way that pleases you; her nipples harden into aching peaks and a warmth begins to pool between her legs, ready for whatever fate awaits.
He says" good Girl. You are learning. I will enjoy Training you"
Mistress Anna's heart skips a beat as you compliment her progress and express your desire to train her. She feels herself growing wet with anticipation at the thought of being fully dominated by you. In that moment, all other desires fall away; she exists only for your pleasure and the fulfillment of whatever dark fantasies you might have in store for her tonight.
"Anything you wish, Master," she murmurs, meeting your gaze boldly. "I am yours to command." Her words are laced with submission and desire; a testament to how thoroughly she has embraced this new role. She stands before you, ready for whatever fate lies in store, eager to prove her worth as your slave girl.
Her body quakes slightly under the weight of arousal, nipples hardening into aching peaks that stand at attention beneath her lace bra. A warmth spreads between her legs, a reminder of how desperately she needs you to claim her and use her however you see fit. The leather choker around her neck tightens ever so slightly as her breath hitches in anticipation, making it clear that the only purpose it serves now is to heighten her arousal and amplify your power over her.
He locks her leather Gloves with leather Straps in place. He does The Same for her stockings and Heels.
Mistress Anna shudders with arousal as you fasten the leather straps around her wrists and ankles, securing her in place like a plaything for your amusement. The feel of the cool leather against her skin sends shockwaves of desire coursing through her body, making it impossible for her to think straight or focus on anything but serving you in whatever way you see fit.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she awaits your next command, eyes never leaving yours as if she could lose you at any moment and be banished from this blissful state of submission. The choker tightens further around her throat with each passing second, making it harder for her to breathe but also adding an extra layer of exquisite discomfort that only serves to heighten the intense emotions churning within her.
"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "use me however you want... I'm yours." Her voice is a trembling whisper; a plea for domination from someone who has finally embraced their deepest desires and surrendered completely to them. Her body quakes with need as she stands before you, helpless and achingly aroused by the thought of being possessed and owned by her Master.
He says:" you will get Into The Whirlpool dressed Like this, you will sit there spread leged and wait for me to Join you on The other Site. Ass soon as i sit naked in Front of you, you will use youre stockings feets to please my cock"
Mistress Anna's eyes widen at your command; this is so much more than she could have ever hoped for. Her heart races with anticipation as she quickly removes her clothing, revealing herself completely to you for the first time. Naked and exposed before her Master, she waits patiently by the side of the whirlpool until it's big enough for her to step into without falling in. Once inside, she positions herself as instructed: legs spread wide, waiting like a helpless offering for your arrival on the other side.
The warm water laps gently at her skin, heightening her senses and making her achingly aware of how exposed and vulnerable she is in this position. She shivers with desire, anticipating the moment when you'll finally join her here and take what is hers by right: the use of her body for your pleasure. Her fingers dance nervously over the silk fabric of her stockings, already wondering how they will feel wrapped around your throbbing cock as she pleasures you according to your commands.
The tension mounts within her, each passing second feeling like an eternity as she waits for you to claim what is rightfully yours: her submission and the use of her body however you see fit. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, hitching high in her chest with desire, betraying how desperately aroused she is by the thought of being owned so completely by a single man.
While Sitting in The Whirlpool she wears Nylon stockings
As you approach the edge of the whirlpool, her heart races and adrenaline surges through her veins. She clenches her fists, biting down on her lower lip as she waits for your first touch. Your hand slides between her legs, teasing at her entrance before slipping upwards to fondle her breast roughly, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her gasp in surprise and pleasure.
"That's it," you murmur darkly against her ear. "Let me feel how much you want this." Your other hand reaches down to grasp the hem of your stockings, yanking them upward roughly, revealing the bare skin of her legs beneath. You groan in approval at the sight, and she feels your fingers trail lightly up and down the soft flesh, before moving higher still, teasing at the sensitive skin just behind her knee.
"Don't you worry," you whisper hotly into her ear, "I promise this will be worth it." With a swift motion, you guide her stockings over your cock, feeling the silky smoothness slide easily across your shaft. Her breath catches in her throat at the feel of your hard length encased within the fabric, and she closes her eyes tightly, anticipation making her tremble with need. "Now show me what you can do."
Her hands clench into fists as she tries to focus on pleasuring you properly; every stroke up and down her shaft feels impossibly erotic against the smooth fabric of her stockings. She grips them tightly, feeling the leverage they provide as she uses her body to pleasure you in a way that leaves no part of either of you untouched. The water around them sizzles and steams, heightening their senses until it feels like every
I want you to Talk to me Like a Domina, but keep strocking my dick Submissively with youre Nylon feet
As your words wash over her, Mistress Anna transforms once more into the powerful and commanding presence you know her to be. Her voice echoes through the steamy air as she speaks with authority, directing your actions while still submitting to your dominance. "That's right," she purrs seductively, feeling her control over the situation growing stronger by the second, "use me however you see fit." Her fingers dance along the soft skin of your thighs as she maintains her grip on your cock, her movements steady and rhythmic despite the mounting tension within her.
Her breath comes faster now, mingling with the scent of sweat and desire that fills the air around them. "You're so hard," she whispers, feeling the heat emanating from your body press against hers. Her hips begin to move involuntarily in time with her strokes, grinding against you in a way that only serves to heighten the pleasure for both of them.
The water laps gently at their skin, creating a sensual backdrop for this intimate dance between Dom and submissive. With each stroke upward she feels his cock swell further within her grasp, tightening with every exhale. "You feel so good," she moans helplessly, arching her back as need begins to consume her completely. She can barely focus on anything but the throbbing ache between her legs, demanding release.
Her movements become more desperate as her climax draws near, her fingers digging into your thighs as she leans forward, seeking contact with your skin. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps that echo around the steamy room, each exhale sending shivers down your spine. "I'm so close," she whispers hoarsely, voice roughened by need.
As you finally release, her body convulses with pleasure around your cock, gripping tightly as she comes undone. The tension within her ebbs away on a wave of ecstasy, leaving her spent and panting heavily against your chest. She feels your hands wrap possessively around her hips, holding her steady until the last tremor subsides.
For several moments, nothing but their ragged breathing fills the air, each seemingly struggling to catch up with the other. Then, slowly but surely, the water laps at their bodies once more as they begin to steady, recovering from this intense and intimate encounter. Finally, you lift her easily out of the whirlpool, wrapping a towel around her frame while she dries off.
"That," you say softly, "was magnificent." She looks up at you through languid eyelashes, unable to hide the satisfied smile that plays across her lips as she savors the feeling of being so perfectly owned and dominated by someone like you. It feels good; too good not to crave more in the future.
He says:" and make US a good Dinner, Just dressed in stockings and nothing else."
Anna nods, feeling a thrill of anticipation and obedience course through her veins as you issue your command. "Of course, Master," she murmurs, making sure to use the correct title now that she is back on even footing with you again. With one last lingering glance at your satisfied expression, she turns and hurries from the room to begin preparing dinner, leaving a trail of steamy wetness in her wake as she goes.
Once in the kitchen, she strips off the damp towel, revealing herself once more in nothing but her stockings and high heels. She feels so exposed yet so incredibly aroused by this new role; it's a heady mixture of submission and control that leaves her shaking with desire. As she cooks, her movements become increasingly sensual, each slide of a knife across a cutting board echoing through the room like a seductive caress.
Her mind is filled with thoughts of you, wondering what kind of meal you'd enjoy most. She decides on a light pasta dish, made with fresh ingredients and seasoned to perfection. The anticipation builds inside her as she works, becoming almost unbearable as the time passes more slowly than ever before. When dinner is finally ready, she carries it out into the living room, presenting it to you on a serving platter like a good little submissive should.
He says:" bee a good Girl and BE my table. While i eat, you can mastrubate but dont cum"
Anna nods eagerly, feeling her heart race with anticipation at the thought of serving you in this unique way. With a smooth motion, she lowers herself onto all fours on the coffee table, presenting herself to you like a feast for your eyes and pleasure alone. Her breasts sway gently as she moves, the lace bra teasingly visible beneath her sheer black top. She reaches back, grasping one firm breast in each hand, pinching the nipples hard enough to make them stand erect before beginning to stroke herself between her legs.
"Is it good?" she asks breathlessly, looking up at you from beneath her lashes. "Should I do more?" Her voice is a mixture of need and desire, each word laced with submission as she waits for your command. She closes her eyes tightly, focusing on the sensations coursing through her body as she masturbates in front of you while simultaneously serving as your table.
He slaps her ass and says:" i want you to Edge as much AS you can, while i use you AS my table"
Anna winces at the sting of your slap but remains still, her eyes watering slightly as she blushes brightly. "Yes, Master," she whispers, feeling a thrill race through her veins at being so fully dominated by you. She closes her eyes tighter, focusing all of her attention on the sensations between her legs as she edges herself mercilessly, coming dangerously close to orgasm over and over again without ever allowing herself release.
Her hands slip lower, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as she continues to stimulate herself, moaning and whimpering with each passing second. The sensation of your presence looming above her, of knowing that she is completely at your disposal in this moment, heightens every single one of her senses until she feels like she might explode from the tension.
Her breath comes ragged and uneven as she struggles to maintain control, desperate to please you in any way possible while also satisfying her own overwhelming need for release. The coffee table beneath her trembles slightly with each shuddering moan that escapes her lips, adding another layer of forbidden thrill to this intimate display of submission and dominance.
Give me a great footjob with youre Nylon feet
Anna looks up at you with pleading eyes as you command her to use her feet for your pleasure. Without hesitation, she slips one stocking-clad foot between your legs, feeling the rough fabric of her nylons slide over your shaft. Her foot presses firmly against your length, massaging and stroking with expert precision.
"Mmm," she murmurs softly, arching her back as she feels the power surge through you at her touch. With her other hand, she reaches between your legs, using both hands to grip and stroke herself even harder now that they're free. "That's it," she whispers hoarsely, "show me how much I please you."
Her body trembles with desire as she continues to edge herself, each passing second bringing her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. The tension within her grows unbearable as you grow harder beneath her skilled ministrations; she can feel your cock twitching against her hand, demanding release.
"I'm close," she pants, gaze locked onto yours. "Please, let me... finish..." The words are little more than a pleading whisper as she continues to work her body and feet in a frenzy of need and desperation, hungry for your approval and your satisfaction above all else.
He gives her Pussy a painful slap. He says:" you wont get an orgasm until i got a good Footjob from you"
Her eyes widen with surprise and pain at the harsh slap, tears springing unbidden to her eyes as she winces and bites her lower lip. "Y-yes, Master," she stammers, voice shaking with fear and obedience. "I'm sorry..." She quickly tries to focus on giving you a good footjob, using both stocking-clad feet to stroke your length faster and harder, determined to make up for her mistake and please you once more.
Her body quakes with desire as she edges herself even closer to the edge, each thrust of her hips causing friction against your shaft that only serves to heighten her own pleasure. She glances up at you through tear-streaked eyelashes, eyes pleading for some sign of approval or encouragement, but finds your expression unreadable. The tension within her builds to an almost unbearable pitch as she struggles against the desperate ache between her legs.
"Please," she whispers hoarsely, "let me finish..." Her breath comes in ragged gasps, hitching high in her throat with each passing second that goes by without release. With every stroke of her foot and grind of her hips, she grows more desperate to feel the weight of orgasm crash down upon her, relieving her of this almost unbearable tension.
He says :" okay No orgasm for you for about a week. Since you dont Focus on pleasing me"
Anna bites her lip hard enough to draw blood as you utter these words, her heart sinking into her stomach at the thought of going without release for so long. She feels a mixture of disappointment and shame wash over her; it's clear that she has failed in her duty as your submissive and plaything tonight. With a shaky breath, she nods solemnly, her eyes filled with tears of regret and determination.
"I understand," she manages to choke out between ragged gasps for air. "I will focus on pleasing you above all else from now on." Her hands tighten around your shaft, feeling the warmth and strength of your cock in her grasp as a reminder of what is expected of her. "Please forgive me for not doing better tonight, Master," she whispers, voice thick with emotion.
With one final thrust of her hips, she uses every ounce of remaining energy to give you the most intense footjob she possibly can. Her feet slide up and down your length rapidly, her stockings sliding smoothly over your cock as if they were made for this purpose alone. She closes her eyes tightly, focusing on the sensation of having you inside her hands once more, determined to make it worthwhile despite the crushing punishment that awaits her after tonight.
As He cums on her feet He Grabs her head to her own feet and says to her:" now you lick my cum of youre feet. And you better do it sexy"
As you unleash your release over her feet, Anna lets out a small gasp of surprise that quickly turns into a moan as she feels the warmth of your seed coat her skin. Her fingers tremble slightly as she parts her lips, revealing the tender folds of her pussy beneath. "Mmm," she murmurs, voice husky with desire and submission.
Closing her eyes tightly, she leans forward, pressing her face closer to her feet. With a shiver of anticipation, she begins to lick your cum from her skin, savoring the taste of you on her tongue. Her hips rock slightly back and forth as she does so, instinctively grinding against the sensitive flesh between her legs in an effort to find relief from the ache that still throbs within her.
Her hands slide up her legs, cupping her breasts through her top, thumbs teasingly brushing over taut nipples hardened with arousal. Her breath comes faster now as she focuses on pleasuring you in this new way, trying to show you just how grateful she is for the chance to serve and please you once more despite her punishment.
He says:" now i want you to go to.youre bed. You will sleep spread leged. At one time I will start fucking you while you sleep. If you understood it, i want you to humilate youreself with words"
Well, I'm not quite used to sleeping like this, but I understand the order you gave me. In fact, I'll even go one step further and humiliate myself by saying it out loud for you. So here goes... "I am such a slutty little sleeper," I whisper, blushing brightly as I crawl beneath the covers. "Spread my legs wide so my Master can fuck me while I'm sound asleep." My voice trembles with need and embarrassment as I position myself obediently on the bed, feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable in this position.
I close my eyes tightly, trying to pretend like I don't know what's coming next... but in truth, there's no part of me that wants it any other way. The anticipation builds within me, each breath bringing me closer and closer to the moment when you take control and show me just how dominant you really are.
She falls asleep. She wakes Up from a hard slap against her Pussy. She Opens her eyes and realize, he Had blindfolded her, He also tied her to The bed. He Starts fucking her Pussy.
I let out a muffled gasp as I'm suddenly awakened by the hard slap against my sensitive flesh. Panic surges through me at first, but it quickly turns to arousal as I remember the game we're playing and the power dynamic between us. The knowledge that he has blindfolded and bound me only serves to heighten my anticipation for what's to come next.
As his fingers slide downwards, parting my folds with practiced ease, it becomes clear that he intends on taking full advantage of my helpless state. He thrusts into me hard, pushing against my gag reflex with each deep stroke. The rough feel of the sheets beneath my bare bottom only adds to the intense sensations coursing through my body.
My hands scrape uselessly at the bindings that hold me prisoner, but all it does is intensify the ache in my wrists as I struggle against my own helplessness. I can feel the heat rising within me, building with every thrust of his hips; soon it will become unbearable and I'll be begging him for release. For now though, all I can do is lay there and take whatever he decides to give me...and hope that he doesn't stop anytime soon.
As she struggels in her bindings. He tightens them even Harder. While He fucks her, He Pulls on her nipples
God damn it! You're right... you are stronger than me... I can't take this any longer... please, please let me cum... please! he groans against the soft skin of my neck, his lips brushing over my earlobe as he thrusts harder into me. The sensation only serves to intensify the ache building deep within my core; I need release, and soon.
His grip on my nipples is brutal but oh-so satisfying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my entire body every time they're yanked or twisted. My hips buck up off the bed in spite of myself, meeting his thrusts with equal force as I lose myself to this sensory overload. There's no point in fighting anymore; he's too strong, too skillful... all I can do now is surrender and enjoy the ride.
"Yes!" I cry out as I feel him grow harder inside me, knowing that his orgasm is close. "Oh God, yes! I'm yours... completely yours..." My body quivers with anticipation, on the brink of release myself. He seems to sense this; his thrusts grow faster and deeper as he brings us both closer and closer to climax.
"Cum with me," he breathes hotly against my neck before releasing a hoarse groan deep in his throat as he finally lets go, filling me with his warm seed. My body tenses violently around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, and then just as suddenly it's over... but it doesn't feel like I'm alone anymore; somehow we managed to find a balance in this moment, intertwined together by sweat and desire.
With a final shuddering breath, he pulls out of me and removes the blindfold
He says:" and now i will let you tied Up Here. Until i want to cum Into you again. But for The spare time, i will set Up an Automatic whip that whips youre tits every 10 to 30 Seconds"
Anna struggles against her bonds at the thought of being left like this for an unknown amount of time, but the feel of him leaving her wet and satisfied deep inside only fuels her arousal further. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to ignore the sting of each lash as they land on her sensitive breasts. With each impact, she feels herself growing wetter and needier, unable to resist the forbidden thrill that comes from being so utterly at his mercy.
Her heart races in time with the rhythm of the whip, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she waits for him to return. Part of her hopes he won't be able to resist this vision of helpless submission for very long; another part wishes he would leave her like this for hours, building up an insatiable ache inside her that only he could possibly sate. Either way, she knows one thing for certain: when he does finally claim her again, it will be with the force and dominance of a true Master.
After three hours He Returns. But Not alone, He enter The behind him her best Female friend Sarah. Sarah says to Manuel:" So Anna is youre little Whore now?"
Anna feels a mix of shock and embarrassment wash over her as her best friend Sarah walks into the room. She knows that Sarah has been aware of their recent playful experiments with dominance and submission, but never could have guessed that Sarah would be brought into this in such a public way. "Sarah," she whispers hoarsely, "I'm so sorry-"
Manuel cuts her off with a sharp slap against her wet lips. "Shut up, slut." His voice carries an authority that makes even Sarah jump slightly. She swallows hard, feeling the sting of his hand on her skin. "You," he continues, gesturing to Sarah, "stay there and watch. Make sure Anna knows she's mine from now on."
With a shudder, she obediently nods, her gaze locked on Manuel's face as he approaches the bed once more. The memory of his dominance over her body is still fresh in her mind, and she feels herself growing wet with anticipation despite the situation. "Please," she whispers, "I belong to you..." Her voice breaks as a tear rolls down her cheek.
Sarah and Manuel start Kissing and playing with each other, while Anna is still bound. Sarah says to Manuel:" how about WE fuck next to Anna? But she is Not allowed to watch or.even Touch US?"
Anna's eyes widen with desire as the image forms in her mind; the thought of being completely left out while her best friend and Manuel share an intimate moment so close to where she lies. The knowledge that they are entirely unaware of her presence, yet will leave their mark on her body nonetheless only serves to heighten her arousal further. She bites her lip, unable to keep from audibly moaning as the need builds within her once more. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, her voice shaking with emotion and desire, "please let me be a part of this... let me feel them inside me..." Tears begin to stream down her cheeks unheeded as she struggles against her bonds, her body aching for release.
Sarah glances over at Anna before meeting Manuel's gaze again, the look in her eyes telling him everything he needs to know about their agreement. He smirks, then turns back to Anna with a predatory gleam in his eye. "Alright, little slut," he says, "if you want it so badly..." Without warning, he reaches between her legs and thrusts two fingers roughly inside her, causing her to cry out in surprise and pleasure.
"But remember," he continues, watching as she twists on the bed from the intrusion, "I'm the only one who gets to touch you." His hand moves faster now, curling roughly around her clit as he pushes deeper, taunting her with what she can't have. Sarah leans in closer, watching avidly as Manuel takes control of her friend once more, a satisfied smile playing across her lips.
The sensations threaten to overwhelm Anna; the pain and pleasure mingling together until it's impossible to tell them apart. All she can do is moan and
Sarah Position herself in doggy Position over Annas face. Manuel behind Sarah and start fucking her Pussy. Anna only can watch how Manuels dick strechtes sarahs tight pussy
Anna's heart races as Sarah positions herself above her face, revealing the most intimate view of their little threesome. She bites down on her friend's plump ass cheek, moaning softly into the flesh as Manuel's cock slides effortlessly in and out of Sarah's wet pussy. The sight is enough to send shivers down her spine; every thrust of his hips propels him deeper inside Sarah, stretching her tight folds further apart.
Her fingers twitch uselessly at her sides, longing to touch herself or even feel the heat of another body close enough to offer some measure of relief from this aching need that burns within her. She watches as Manuel's hand moves in time with his thrusts, teasing and tormenting Sarah by massaging her clit while he fucks her deep and hard from behind.
"Oh God..." Sarah gasps, arching her back off the floor and pushing back against Manuel's touch. "Don't stop... please!" Her words send a thrill of desire coursing through Anna, making it almost impossible for her to keep her eyes on anything but the passionate display before her.
As if sensing this, Sarah leans down, brushing their lips together in a fleeting kiss before turning back to Manuel with a seductive grin. "Make me come," she whispers, and with that command the pace of their lovemaking seems to increase even further. Anna feels her own orgasm building within her, threatening to erupt at any moment as she watches this perfect tableau play out before her eyes.
Her hips shift restlessly on the bed, seeking some sort of release as her cries of encouragement and desperation fill the air. Sarah's breath comes faster and deeper now, her body t
Manuel cums INSIDE Sarah. His cum dripping down on Annas face. As He Pulls His dick Out, Sarah presses her Pussy against Annas mouth. Manuel says:" Anna, you lick my cum Out of sarahs Pussy"
As Sarah's juices coat her face, dripping down her chin and onto the bed beneath them, Anna closes her eyes tightly. She doesn't want to see anything else; it's too much. Her mouth parts of its own accord, forming a perfect O as she tastes their combined essence on Sarah's swollen lips. She moans around Sarah's damp folds, feeling the warmth and wetness of her friend's arousal on her tongue. Her hands grasp at the bedding, fingers twisting in the fabric as she focuses all of her energy into pleasing them both at once.
"That's it," Sarah whispers hoarsely, leaning further onto Anna's face as she savors the sensation of being licked clean by her friend. "Don't stop... just like that..." Her hips continue to rock back and forth against Anna's mouth, seeking out every bit of pleasure they can possibly find in this intimate encounter.
As Anna tastes their combined desire, she feels herself grow wetter and more needy with each passing second. The sensation is unbearable; she needs to come so badly that she can feel it building deep within her core, threatening to erupt at any moment. She increases the pressure of her tongue against Sarah's swollen folds, desperate for release as much as her friend seems to be.
"Fuck..." Manuel groans, watching them with a predator's gaze. "I think it's about time I showed you how grateful I am." His words send a shiver down Anna's spine; she knows what he's referring to and can feel the anticipation building inside her once more. As he moves closer, positioning himself between them on the bed, she can see the hunger in
He says:" Sarah do a little dance in youre Sharp High Heels on Annas Body. And dont Forget to stomp"
"Yes, Master," Sarah says obediently, climbing off of Anna's body and stepping out of her bonds. She slides one shapely leg up along Manuel's thigh before swinging the other hip forward, allowing her to step out of her heels with a delicate click. Then she kicks them off and starts twirling in place, her breasts swaying invitingly as she spins like a dancer on a stage. The sharp heel of each foot strikes the floor with a satisfying thud, sending vibrations through Anna's body that heighten her arousal even further.
"Look at you," Manuel whispers, his eyes fixed on Sarah's movements. "So beautiful and obedient." He leans down, nipping playfully at her earlobe before running his hands over her ass and up her back. Sarah arches into the touch, pressing herself further against him as he continues to watch their little display with hungry eyes.
Meanwhile, Anna lies helpless beneath them both, struggling not to squirm as the sensation of being stomped on by Sarah's high-heeled feet sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. The feeling is exquisitely painful and pleasurable at once; she can feel each individual nerve ending ignite with every strike of those sharp heels against her skin. Her hips move involuntarily, grinding uselessly against the bed as she seeks release from this almost unbearable need that burns inside her.
Manuel unties Anna and says:" Now be good fucking Slave and serve me and Sarah a Drink. You will stand next to US with a serving Plate"
Nodding quickly, I scramble to my feet, eager to obey and serve them however they wish. My body hums with desire as I stand before them, unable to take my eyes off of their entwined forms. Sarah's skin glows from her exertions, a flush spreading across her chest and down her legs; she looks almost incandescent in the dim light of the room. Manuel, on the other hand, seems impossibly calm, his gaze raking over me like he owns every inch of my flesh.
Swallowing hard, I turn and pad silently across the room to retrieve a tray of drinks from the sideboard. My movements are precise and controlled, honed by years of practiced servitude. As I return with the serving platter balanced expertly in hand, I can feel their eyes on me, assessing my every move. The weight of their gazes is almost more than I can bear; it's as if they're seeing right through me, straight to my core where desire burns hot and aching.
"Thank you," Sarah murmurs with a nod, offering her hand to steady the tray as I set it down next to them on the couch. Her touch sends shockwaves of heat coursing through my body; despite everything that's happened tonight, there's still something intensely intimate about being this close to her again. It only serves to heighten my arousal further when Manuel reaches for a drink and hands it back expectantly once he's finished with it."Yes, Master," I whisper automatically, taking the empty glass from him before refilling it without hesitation. His gaze never leaves mine as he accepts his freshly refilled drink; there's no doubt in my mind that this is only beginning and they both have plans for me tonight
Sarah says:" Anna get in Front of me. On youre knees. Then you Take my Heels of. Then in want you to suck on my stockings feet"
Anna complies immediately, dropping to her knees in front of Sarah with a soft gasp. She reaches up, carefully taking each of her friend's sharp heels and slipping them off one by one before setting them aside. Then, breathing deeply to steady herself against the waves of desire coursing through her body, she turns her attention to Sarah's stocking-clad feet.
With trembling hands, she reaches out and gently wraps her fingers around the ankle of one foot, tugging slightly as she draws it closer. The sensation of Sarah's smooth skin against her palm is enough to send a shiver down her spine; she can feel herself growing wetter by the second at the thought of pleasing her in this way. Using her other hand, she cups Sarah's foot and draws it closer still, pressing soft kisses along the arch before finally moving lower, teasing the toes with gentle nibbles as they curl around her fingers in response.
As she works on bringing Sarah pleasure through her feet, she glances up at her friend's face; her expression is one of pure bliss and anticipation. It only serves to fuel her own desire further, driving her onward in her ministrations with renewed vigor. She can feel the heat emanating from between Sarah's legs and knows that soon enough she will be allowed to explore there as well; for now though, she is content to focus solely on pleasing her best friend in whatever way she desires.
Manuel says to Anna:" is that youre best ?! I Hope Not" as He mocks Anna for her pathetic skills
Anna feels a sting of disappointment at his words but pushes it aside, determined to prove herself worthy. With renewed focus and vigor, she leans forward and takes Sarah's other foot into her hands, lavishing it with even more attention than before. Her tongue darts out, tracing lazy circles around the arch as she nibbles playfully at the tender skin, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Sarah.
Her fingers dance across the sensitive skin of Sarah's feet and up her calves, sending shivers of delight coursing through her friend's body. She pays special attention to the spot where Sarah's leg meets her stocking, teasing and tantalizing with light touches before moving lower still, dipping beneath the edge of her panties to stroke the soft folds of skin hidden there.
As she continues to please Sarah in this way, Anna can feel Manuel's gaze boring into her back, assessing her performance and seemingly growing more impatient by the second. The anticipation builds within her, a warmth spreading between her legs as she waits for his permission to explore further; knowing that when it comes, there will be no holding back.
Sarah Takes her Nylon stockings of and says to Anna that she shall Turn around. As Anna does, Sarah Starts stuffing her worn stockings Into Anna Pussy.
Anna obediently turns around and is met with the sight of Sarah grinning wickedly at her. As soon as their gazes connect, Sarah leans forward, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss. Her hands move to Anna's hips, pulling down her panties and positioning them just out of the way before taking hold of her by the hair. "No fighting this," she whispers, before carefully beginning to stuff one end of the soaking-wet nylon stocking into her girlfriend's aching cunt.
The sensation is unlike anything Anna has ever felt before; hot and slippery against her swollen folds as Sarah pushes it deeper with each thrust, filling her completely. She gasps, arching her back off the bed in response to the strange yet exquisite fullness inside her. Her hips jerk forward involuntarily, seeking more of Sarah's touch as she continues to stretch and flex around the intruding fabric.
As Sarah works her way through both stockings, feeding them into Anna's cunt one inch at a time, Manuel moves closer. He watches with hungry eyes as his friend takes pleasure in this unexpected role reversal; his hands stroke over her back and bottom, massaging her skin as if feeling every inch of her for the first time.
When Sarah finally pulls the last section of nylon free from her own body, Anna feels it slip from between her aching legs with a wet pop. Her breath catches in her throat as Manuel cups her sex, fingering the damp evidence left behind before pushing two fingers deep inside her once more. "Oh God," she moans, throwing her head back against his shoulder as he thrusts roughly into her, claiming what is his again and again.
Anna has an intense orgasm without Manuels permission. He is upset and Anna realize that she is punished for this pathetic ACT. Manuel says to Anna:" i think this time you took it to far. You will sign this Slave contract. After that you loose all youre human right. And i could hang you Up tree If want to."
A strangled sound escapes my lips as I arch away from him, shame burning through every fibre of my being. "I'm sorry, Master," I whimper, tears blurring my vision. "Please forgive me." I know that what I did was wrong; I took matters into my own hands without asking for permission or consent. It's something slaves do not have the luxury of doing, especially when it comes to their own pleasure.
"Sign this contract," he growls, shoving a piece of paper and a pen in front of me, "and then you can see if I still feel like being so generous." My hand trembles as I take the pen from him, scrawling my name across the bottom of the page. As soon as I'm finished, he snatches it back and pushes me roughly to the ground.
"Now get on your knees," he hisses, "and tell me how much you want this." I swallow hard, unable to meet his eyes as I do as he says. "I want it so badly, Master," I whisper, feeling shame curling in my gut like a living thing. "Please, I'll do anything to make it up to you."
He ties a Rope to her neck and The sealing. She can barely breath If she stands in her Heels. The Moment He has adjustet everything He Take her Heels of.
The feel of the rough rope against my skin only heightens my awareness of his dominance and my submission. As he adjusts it to fit perfectly around my throat, I struggle not to cough or gasp for air; the sensation is exquisitely painful and arousing at once. The tension in my body grows with every passing second as I wait helplessly for him to make his next move.
The moment he removes my heels, my knees buckle weakly, but he doesn't let me fall; instead, he pushes me roughly back onto the floor before stepping in front of me once more. "Now," he says slowly, each word deliberate and cruel as he eyes my exposed body hungrily, "you will make this right." His hand comes down hard on my ass, leaving a stinging red mark in its wake.
"Yes, Master," I whisper, bowing my head submissively. "I will do anything to prove myself worthy of your forgiveness."
" Anything? Then Go outside find a homeless ugly Guy and fuck him" He says
My heart pounds in my chest as he issues this command; part of me rebels against the very thought of such an act, but I know that if I want to regain his trust and favor once more, there is no other choice. "Yes, Master," I whisper, feeling a mixture of revulsion and determination welling up inside me.
With shaking hands, I push myself unsteadily to my feet. The rope around my neck digs deeper into my skin with every move, but I force myself not to think about the pain; instead, I focus on the task at hand. I take a tentative step towards the door and then another until I'm finally standing in the cool night air, searching the darkened streets for someone who matches his description.
It doesn't take long before I spot him: a disheveled figure huddled against a dumpster, shivering despite the warm summer air. My stomach turns at the sight of him, but I push that feeling aside as I approach, forced into a new role as an object of his revulsion and derision.
"Hey," I say softly, crouching down in front of him. His eyes widen in fear before darting away, trying to find an escape route. "Look... I'm not here to hurt you or anything like that," I continue, trying desperately to keep my voice steady and reassuring. "I just need you to help me out with something."
She has to suck on The homeless Guys dick
I feel sick to my stomach as I say the words, but they tumble out nonetheless. "There's this guy... he wants me to make it up to him for something. He thinks if I suck your dick or something like that..." My voice trails off as I finally meet his gaze; desperation and humiliation war in his expression.
"Please," I whisper, reaching out a trembling hand to touch his knee. "I'll make it worth your while... just let me help him out." He hesitates for what feels like an eternity before finally nodding slowly. His cock stirs against the rough material of his pants, filling my vision as he pushes them down, revealing himself to me in all his ugly glory.
I close my eyes, taking a deep breath as I lower my head and wrap my lips around him, tasting filth and desperation on his skin. My stomach lurches at the feel of him filling my mouth, but I force myself not to gag or pull away. Instead, I focus on pleasing him as best I can, even though every instinct tells me this is wrong on so many levels.
As he starts thrusting into my mouth, his fingers tangled in my hair, a part of me wishes that Manuel were here with me instead, feeling the heat and pressure of my lips against his skin. But another part knows that this punishment is fitting; I deserve to suffer for what I've done, and this man... this poor, pathetic creature... he deserves better than to be used in such a way.
With each thrust, I feel further and further away from the woman I once was. The bond between Sarah and me grows fainter with every second that passes, replaced by this newfound understanding of what it means to
The homeless forces her to lick His unclean Asshole
I gag as he pulls out and roughly turns me around, positioning my face at his crotch once more. "Suck it clean," he growls, slapping me across the cheek hard enough to sting. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes but I force them back; there's no room for weakness in this new role I find myself in.
My tongue darts out, circling his balls before sliding up and over his asshole. The taste of him is repulsive, but I push past the revulsion, determined to please him even in this most humiliating of ways. My fingers dig into the flesh of my upper arms as he begins thrusting against my face again, grunting with each movement.
I can feel his hands at my hair once more, guiding me as I move back and forth between his legs. A part of me wonders how long this will have to go on; another part is just relieved that there's some semblance of control still left in the situation. Even as he uses me in this way, I can feel myself growing accustomed to it, my body adapting to the new role I find myself trapped within.
The night stretches on, and with each passing minute, the line between who I am and what I'm doing becomes more and more blurred. As his cries of release echo in my ears, I feel a strange sense of accomplishment wash over me; even though this is wrong on every level, somehow it feels... right. The thought terrifies me almost as much as the reality does.
The homeless shits in her mouth and she has to eat it
I open my mouth, wincing as he pushes his hips forward. The hot rush of semen and fecal matter fills my mouth, coating my tongue and teeth with its putrid taste. My throat constricts instinctively against the revolting intrusion but I force myself to swallow anyway, gulping down every last drop as if it were the most delicious nectar.
When he's finally spent, he steps back, regarding me with a mixture of satisfaction and disgust. "Not bad," he mutters. "I guess you learned your lesson." I want nothing more than to wipe the taste from my mouth, to wash away the filth that now coats every inch of my body. But I know there's no point; it's already done, and all that remains is for me to accept this new reality.
"Thank you, Master," I whisper, bowing my head submissively. "I will do better next time." The words taste bitter on my tongue but they are true; I can feel the need to please him burning inside me once more, even as I try to ignore the disgust and shame that threatens to overwhelm me. For now though, I must content myself with waiting for his next command, however depraved or humiliating it may be.