1. Amy Goes From Hair Stylist to House Slave - 10


    Date: 12/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Hardcore, Lesbian Sex, Author: THIRDCOAST, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    and has me crawl on my hands and knees to the dungeon. Chapter Two When I arrive there, Mistress Chloe is waiting for me. She is dressed in a black Corselette, with matching thong panties, thigh high stocking and stiletto heels. Her cleavage from her breasts was pushed up and spilling out. Her waist was cinched tight, accentuating the flare of her hips. She was wearing a harness that had a rather large black cock. My mouth watered, while my cunt and ass clinched. She looked severe, nothing like the soft and sexy submissive girl I was used to seeing. I had rarely seen her dressed this way when she was topping Max. Now I was the target of her desires and my body was already responding to the sight of her standing there waiting. I crawled to her feet and offered the bag of things that were still held in my teeth. She took the bag and I kneeled, presenting myself to her for inspection. “Mistress, I’m here to be used as you see fit.” She said nothing. She rummaged around in the bag and bought out the cucumber. She offered the phallus and I took it into my mouth. It was quite large, as my lips stretched around it. “Take a bite slut.” I looked at her questioning. “Bite the cucumber slut!” I bite down and she removed the part that was left. I was left with a very large bite of cucumber filling my mouth. She placed a piece of duct tape over it to secure it. Next she removed the nylon cord and began securing my arms behind my back, weaving circles around my breasts and across my ...
    chest. She laced the cord down my body. She tied a knot at my vulva and ran two lines of the cord down through my folds. Each of the cords held my labia splayed and opened. Finally, she brought my ankle up behind me and secured them to my upper thighs. She helped me up to a kneeling position. The ropes were tight but she tested them to make sure I was getting proper circulation. When she was satisfied, She started placing clothespins on my body. First she put some on my breasts and nipples. Then down my torso to my sex. She placed several pins along my labia lips, then securing them under the cord that was holding my ankles to my thighs. These held my cunt open and exposed. Mistress ran her hand down between my tits. Further down my stomach, everywhere she touched was on fire. I was just barely holding back my orgasm. Then she moved between my thighs. My legs were splayed out and her hands went through the open folds of my pussy. My juices were already flowing. She dipped her finger inside then moved them back to my exposed clit. With my pussy tied open with the cord, my clitoris was engorged and needy. I let out an audible sigh, biting my lip to avoid cumming without permission. She slipped two fingers inside my open cunt and fingered me slowing. I whimpered, as I was struggling. My mouth filled with a vegetable phallus, my body securely bound, and my sex splayed for her use. She stepped back and took her fingers, wet from my slit, and wiped them on my face. I smelled the pungent ...
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