1. How Lieke Became Mistress Ginger


    Date: 5/23/2017, Categories: BDSM, Author: Bringtherapture, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    collapsed completely onto the kneeler. While watching the wand twitch when Mike's body trembled, my panties began to dampen from excitement over his growing pleasure. When I saw a drop of clear pre-cum begin to form on the lock that dangled from his foreskin, I felt a tingling fullness as my clitoris and labia swelled, leading me to decide that it was time to start the milking. Sitting to the side on my stool, so that I could watch Mike's penis, I reached over and began to move the wand ever so slightly, just letting the large ball slip slowly under the gland. Suddenly, a gasp turned into continuing moan as a milky stream of cum began to ooze from Mike's penis, a protracted pleasure apparently, since both the verbalizations and the stream of cum continued over the four or five minutes that it took to drain his prostate. When the last drop fell and his quivering subsided, I pulled the heavy wand out and let it fall, bouncing in the puddle on the soundproofed floor. As I sat and stroked him while he emerged from the internal focus of his milking, I languidly rolled the bead on my piercing's ring against the upper surface of my engorged clit. Wanting my own satisfaction, I quickly rose and slipped out of my panties, wheeled the kneeler so Mike's ass faced the mirror, and seated myself on a high chair that I placed before his hooded head. For a several minutes, while fingering myself, I just enjoyed looking at our reflected images. They were delicious, my creamy torso and head ...
    surrounded by a wild mane of red hair rose above this kneeling male, whose essence having been fully and lovingly drained by me. As Mike strained to located me again and anticipate what was to happen, my attention turned to his head. I considered releasing his hands as well as the bindings of his eyes and ears, but decided to just focus our sensations on the contact between cunt and mouth. Pulling up my long skirt and bunching it about my waist, I reached forward and rolled him closer. Dipping my fingers into my wetness, I extended them and said loudly: "Michael, do you know what to do?" It took several seconds for the scent to rise and mix with that of the leather, but he said "Yes, Mistress, now I do!" and his mouth began to search. First he turned and gave my left thigh a tentative lick that took my breath away, not so much because of the sensation, but because the action revealed a deep need to please. Overwhelmed, I grabbed his head and forced his mouth against my sopping cunt, but, hearing a tender moan of protest, I relented and let him explore. He moved higher and, knowing how I loved initial pressure on my mound, pressed his head hard against my thick bush for several minutes. Then he pulled my hair gently with his teeth before moving all the way to my perineum where he lapped at the juices running from my cunt. I raised my hips and directed his head further down. As he circled my anus, flicking and darting his tongue at the hole, I moaned continuously, before he ...
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