Sara Sucks Neighbor’s BBC Off For a Cup of Sugar!
dildo in her pussy was pushing on her G spot Still in silence, with measured steps, she entered the living room and served tea on the Japanese table before the couch. He kept reading and reached casually for the cup, she went to the corner of the rug and got down on her knees, sitting on her heels in a waiting position. She felt cold, the window had its curtains deliberately open, someone from the near houses could see. None of this mattered during the service. The mantra like a sponge washed away thoughts and time, there was only her breath and the sight of him. “Footrest. ” The Slave approached and stood on all fours under him, knees, elbows and face sunk in the warmth of the carpet, the back offered so that he could get comfortable and place the cup. In the end she was one of the many accessories of that beautiful apartment, loved like the paintings and ornaments. In the end the only true loves of the Master were beauty in itself and knowledge. She was happy to be part of it. Even in that position she kept lulling herself with the mantra, untouched by boredom, her essence danced in a secret garden. The only important thing was that the cup did not fall. wearing the chastity belt a dildo in her pussy She climbed on the bed and stood on all fours again, less huddled, her back and buttocks had to be completely offered, the legs slightly apart so that he could enjoy her fruits. His cheek leaned on the pelvis to feel the delicacy of the skin. The Slave even allowed herself a sigh under the caresses, then the hands of the Master abandoned her and the cane whistled in the air. The first blows were those almost bearable, the pain was too sharp to perceive it completely. But her executioner did not act at random, he never hit the same spot, when the cane sank in the flesh he left it resting a moment so that all the force could pass through. When the cane was lifted again, the skin would rise and follow it like glued. Colored stripes were left, which swelled in a short time, at a certain point the skin began to crack. Then the real pain started and she saw flashes of white and yellow light with each stroke. The skin ablaze, the sweat was collecting underneath. A slave of lesser quality would have needed the gag, or would have used her underwear as a bite to not scream. It would not have been polite to scare the neighbors. A trickle of sweat was flowing along the breast, it had collected at the base of the nipple, the new sensation was like a trigger, the heat was finally spreading, she felt like a melting candle. massaged her slowly with oil She would have liked to be as normal as the others, to be able to come at the pleasure immediately, without all that effort. The Master had felt the change too, stopped the punition, with a gentle push made the Slave spread out, with her arms outstretched. She was panting, clawing at the blanket. He massaged her slowly with oil. Spicy oil, a mantle of flames thrown on her shoulders. Then he stood before her, held out his hand and she kissed it, thanking in tears. And invaded by fire, she reached for the wrist, feeling its heaviness, then up to the firm arms and more. But a Slave can not look into the Master’s eyes, and the Master can not lower himself to satisfy his desires with the Slave, she would have despised him first, if he had stooped that low.