1. Master James Sub Emma


    Date: 10/8/2017, Categories: BDSM, Mature, Author: masterjames121, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    her around, or having them act like she wasn't even there. After a couple of hours her legs were starting to hurt in the high heels, and she was getting cold. How much longer would she have to stand there? Her question was soon answered. Looking at the ground, she hadn't been able to tell exactly what they were doing, but she heard movement and a door closing. Then she felt a hand gently caress her arse cheek. She stiffened, knowing instinctively that the hand didn't belong to James. And then a voice in her ear whispered softly. "You're going to wish you'd never cheated on him, slut." She said nothing, and the hand slowly worked its way up her side, making her shiver despite herself. "You like it, don't you?" Again, she said nothing, and got a sharp slap on her arse for her silence. "I asked you a question, bitch. Do you like being treated like a piece of meat, open to any man who wants you?" "No, master." She spat the words out, making it clear that she might follow their rules, but she wouldn't pretend to be happy about it. The hand worked across her flat stomach and up, inside her bra, to find her nipple. William stroked it until it grew hard, and to Emma's horror she felt herself starting to get wet. She cursed her body for enjoying something that her mind found so revolting, and prayed that William would soon get bored. Without warning the gentle caressing ceased and he twisted her nipple sharply, causing her to cry out. He laughed unkindly, and stood back from her. "I ...
    want you to look at me." Emma kept her eyes on the ground. Their rule that she wasn't allowed to look at them had almost relieved her – she couldn't bear to look into William's eyes and see the expression of power and pleasure that would undoubtedly be in them. Suddenly he pulled at her hair, forcing her head up and bringing tears to her eyes. Reluctantly she met his gaze. "Prove to me how much you hate being touched by me," he said cruelly. "Let me see it in your eyes, and I'll stop when you've convinced me." With one hand still pulling sharply on her hair, he eased his hand down and into Emma's French knickers. She closed her eyes in embarrassment, but a tug on her hair reminded her that she had to keep them open or suffer the consequences. He touched the wet patch on her knickers and grinned, then softly stroked her clit. Against her will she moaned, unable to stop her desire from showing on her face as she stared at her tormentor. Over and over he rubbed her clit, shooting electricity through her with every stroke. After a minute or so of agonising pleasure he plunged three fingers deep into her cunt, smiling to feel her wetness. He pulled his hand out of her knickers and held them up, dripping, for her to see. "I don't appreciate lying, bitch, so let's try again. Do you like being treated like a piece of meat?" She knew what he wanted her to say, and now she had to say it while looking him in the eyes. She felt herself get even wetter, her traitorous body wishing he would ...
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