1. Breaking Susan


    Date: 12/11/2015, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Author: Dominari, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    being on my leash and moving in the proper direction with just slight pressure from me. I could tell she was just glad to be off the hook for a while and stretch out her limbs and she was completely submissive following me around the room. Once everything was prepared I pulled on her leash and told her to stand up and wait for my orders. She was directly at the foot of the bed facing MJ who was laying there watching her. I told MJ to stand up and I put a soft simulated leopard fur comforter on the bed covering it completely. Leading Susan over to MJ I told her to kneel in front of her Mistress. “Reach up and remove her skirt slave,” I said. Susan put her hands up feeling around MJ waist until she found the zipper on the skirt and unzipped it. MJ stepped out of it using Susan’s head for a hand rest and balance. She looked great in the crotch-less body stocking and heels, her smooth pussy framed by the dark sheer material. I loved how her breasts looked beneath the shear material. I handed her Susan’s leash and she sat back on the bed pulling Susan along with her. Susan felt the edge of the bed and naturally went to her hands and knees on it. MJ pulled her onto the bed and told her to lay still at her feet. She reached down and removed the leash leaving the collar on. Tossing the leash on the floor she said, “I don’t think we need this anymore slave.” She laid back and extended one beautiful leg in front of Susan and said “remove my shoe.” Susan reached out blindly and felt ...
    her leg with both hands working her way down to her ankle and worked the clasp free. She carefully removed the heel setting it aside. “Massage my foot,” She said smiling. After a bit she whispered, “now kiss it all over to show your love your Mistress”. Susan hesitated and I immediately stepped over and brought my hand down on her exposed ass. Shocked she jumped, but immediately started kissing MJs foot. She said, “Now that wasn’t nice. This worthless slave belongs to me at the moment and only I will be the only one to punish her, hand me my crop please?” Reprimanded I obeyed the Mistress in charge. Digging the riding crop out of a bag I handed it to her. There was a beat up easy chair and ottoman in front of the fireplace and I turned them around facing the bed, sat down to drink and watch MJ work. We hadn’t really discussed much of what we were going to do but we knew each other so well we just fell into our roles, playing off each other. Besides, sitting there watching these two was about as hot as it gets. MJ laying there in her body stocking, glass of champagne in one hand, riding crop in the other, with Susan, blindfolded at her feet, wearing nothing but white thighs highs, nipple clamps, and a collar, kissing her feet. I almost had to pinch myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. MJ’s sensuality had always amazed me and was something to behold. She often lost herself inside of it, not really knowing what she was doing or where she was. That reckless surrender to her lust ...
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