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Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 7

Date: 8/30/2017, Categories: BDSM, Fetish, Hardcore, Author: THIRDCOAST, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

mouth. His thumb and finger grasped my turgid nipple and teased it, twisting. His tongue delving further down my throat. I was losing control. I could feel my folds leaking as this man claims me. When I was about to give myself over to him, he stopped. “Wh….what did i do?” “Nothing sugar. I just think you're overdressed.” I saw his lip start to curl. He left the room and returned with a pair of scissors in his hands. “Wait, what are you going to do?” “I’m going to rectify your clothing issue.” With that he began cutting my blouse down the front. Once it was halfway, he just ripped it open. My chest was heaving as he slipped the scissors between my globes and snipped my expensive bra. “Hey you idiot! You’re going to pay for that.” “That would be a matter of opinion.” After he cut the rest of my blouse away, my mams are on display for him. He tweaked my hardened nips. Then started to undo my pants. “Hey, let me just take them off for you, don’t cut them.” “Alright, you're going to be a good girl right?” “I promise.” He unsnapped the restraint that held me to the chair. I rubbed my wrists and gave him an angry look. I attempted to covered my breasts and he slapped my arms away. “First rule sugar. You never cover your self from me. I own your body for three days. Understand?” “ OK. OK. I get it.” He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head back. His eyes look right into my soul. “ Second rule. When I ask you a question or give you a command, the appropriate response is always ... yes Sir or no Sir. Now do you understand?” “Y…..yes Sir.” “Now stand and remove those pants. I want to see what you’ve got to offer me.” I stand up and just look at him, trying to be bratty. I hesitate just enough that it must have tried his patience with me, because he grabbed both my wrists and pull them behind my back. He f***es be down over a sofa. Holding both my wrists with one hand, his other works the snap of pants. They’re wrestled down to my ankles. “Put your hands behind your head Gayle.” “Y...yes Sir,” I comply as he grasps the back of neck and holds me down. His finger slips into the elastic of my panties and pulls them down below my rump. I am bent over his sofa, naked from the waist up, and now with my pants at my ankles and panties down to my thighs. I feel so exposed, He now knows his effect on me, because my panties are soaked through. Chapter Three My breath is ragged as he holds me bent over his sofa. This man doesn’t play around. He kicks my ankles to get me to spread them farther apart. “I going to punish you Gayle. Do you know why?” “What….I mean no Sir.” “When I told you to stand, you didn’t acknowledge my command and you’re acting like a little brat.” “I’m sorry Sir. I’ll be good now.” “I doubt that, but I am going to make sure that you remember not to test my patience again.” Without warning he brings his large hand down on my upturned ass. In rapid fire succession. He gives each side of my fanny several hard smacks. I haven’t been spanked in my entire ...