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He was eagerly awaiting the return of his mistress. The thought of her snow white skin and dark soft hair, her voluptuous feminine figure, her gentle hands and beautiful feet, and the toy she sometimes wore for him made his ass clench with anticipation and his spine tingle. He was kneeling on the floor in front of the entrance door, wearing nothing but a leather collar and black lace thong. the way the thong chaffed against his ass hole made him excited- even at work where he was a strong prominent leader he wore her thong under his suit as a sign of his submission and love to her, his cock would always stand erect when the thong brushed his ass hole and he always came home with the inside of his pants moist with precum. The entrance door opened- she was home, she had come back to her faithful slave! he didn’t dare look up, he kept looking at the floor seeing her feet in the high heeled red peep toes with the delicate toenails covered in red as well- his mouth watered. She closed the door and he quickly crawled toward her, kissing the bare skin of her feet and ankles, then kissing up her calves to the hem of her black business skirt. His heart leapt as he noticed a bulge under her skirt, his cock immediately became moist with precum. He stopped his upward trail of kisses and waited for a sign that he had permission to continue, she lifted her skirt and he saw the cause of the bulge. He gulped loudly- this was not the usual toy, this toy was new and considerably bigger. the thought of this new, eight inch monster entering his ass made him both scared and excited, he knew that he would have to take it-he would not disappoint his mistress. “Do you like my surprise, slave boy?” she asked Sarıyer escort him. “Oh yes mistress, thank you so much!” “Does my little slave boy think he could handle his surprise?” “Yes mistress, your slave could take anything mistress thought was good for him”. She looked down at him with love in her eyes, she knew that he would do anything for her and that he needed what she was giving him. “Get up”, she ordered, “and undress me”. He quickly got up on his feet, not believing all the luck he had- the privilege to undress her on top of the new toy felt like a dream. He started slowly unbuttoning her white shirt, not daring to look up at her face. The soft delicate skin that he was revealing and the smell of her perfume were making his cock hurt. Her heavy supple tits nestled in a white lace bra and he had to resist the urge to bury his face in them. He was very careful to not touch her as he undressed her, knowing that touching her without express permission would entail a punishment. He removed her top and proceeded to unzip her skirt, letting her step out of it. He folded her clothes neatly and placed them on the chair by the door. “Follow me”, she said and stepping around him proceeded to the living room. He quickly got back to his knees and crawled after her. When he got to the living room she was sitting in the big arm chair, her legs spread, the toy sticking up, he stopped at her feet and awaited orders. “Suck my cock, slave boy”, she ordered in her stern voice. He gulped looking at the toy, how would he take it deep into his mouth? He shuffled closer, his hands now behind his back so as not to accidentally touch her. he took the head into Escort Silivri his mouth and started slowly moving down on the cock, after about five inches he felt it hitting his throat, he gagged a bit and stopped, taking in a deep breath through his nose. A tap on his head told him to continue; he did all he could to relax his throat and continued swallowing the cock, he felt it in his throat and kept going. When his nose touched the black harness he was thrilled- he’d made it, his mistress will be proud. He felt her soft hand on his cheeks and shuddered with desire. Slowly he let the toy out of his mouth, sucking just the head again. The toy she was wearing was two sided and as he sucked it- it moved a dildo in her pussy and stimulated her clit. his efforts on the cock were making her wet and her smell aroused him even more, he couldn’t wait for her to fuck him, to feel her thighs slapping against his, her nails digging into his skin. “Stop”, she commanded and he immediately let the cock out of his mouth. “Stand up and bend over the couch”, she indicated the big high backed sofa and he obeyed. She stood behind him and positioned the cock at his ass hole, he shivered in fear- wasn’t she going to use any lube? She started tracing his entrance and he shivered again. “Please mistress, can you put some lube on my asshole?” he asked timidly, afraid he might be punished. Without a word she stepped away from him and then turned around and went to a different room. He was left alone in the living room, bent over the couch, his legs spread and his hands behind his back. He was afraid he’d said too much and made his mistress angry. where was she? Why did Topkapı escort bayan she go away? He shouldn’t have said anything; he should have taken the pain- tears welled in his eyes at the thought. He kept standing this way for what seemed like hours; he didn’t dare move in case she came back. he wanted her to come back so much, he wanted to know she wasn’t angry with him for presuming to know what he needed better than she did. When she came back to the living room she was on the phone to a male friend of hers, she was still wearing the strapon but she didn’t even look in his direction. She was giggling like a school girl and obviously flirting with the guy she was talking to. He could hear the male voice on the other side laughing too. He felt like he was going to burst, he’d made her mad and now she didn’t want him anymore- she wanted this idiot she was talking to. He was burning with jealousy, consumed with it, he wanted to scream but all he did was stand there the way she left him, neglected and unnoticed, and cry. The tears that had welled up before now ran down his face, he listened to her as she kept talking, not even looking in his direction, and a loud sob escaped his lips. She looked at him indifferently for a few seconds then got up and left the room again. Now he was really crying- sobbing loudly, he didn’t care anymore- she didn’t love him. She came back after a minute though, and this time without the phone, instead she had a leather whip in her hand and something metallic. “Well slave boy, now you will learn your lesson. You will learn to trust your mistress’ judgment”. “Yes mistress”, he sobbed, “I’m so sorry, thank you mistress”. He didn’t care what she would do to him; he’d take anything just to know that he was still hers and that she wouldn’t leave him, he’d prove to her that he could take the pain, that he was strong for her. He felt her on his right, her hand pinching his nipple, it felt so good his cock twitched, then he felt it pierced with pain.

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