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to cause her to jerk up against
the cuffs holding her ankles to the floor.
Her eyes went wide with the shock of the
strike and she actually squealed into the latex cock embedded in
her mouth.
My cock was hard, bulging in my pants.
Throbbing.
I wanted that pussy. I wanted to sink my cock
in her and fuck her wet cunt hard. Unbuckling her gag, I slid it
from her mouth, then roughly gripped the back of her head with my
hand and kissed her, forcing my tongue deep into her mouth.
Drew responded, her tongue fighting with mine
and darting into my own mouth. We stayed this way for what seemed
like an eternity before I slowly pulled away, still holding the
back of her neck.
She stared at me, then spoke in a low voice.
“I hope you’re not done yet, Sir” Her voice dropped to almost a
whisper – a husky sexy whisper. “I’m just beginning to enjoy
this.”
I kissed her deeply once more, then pulled
away and laughed, “No, my lovely slut. I intend to punish you for
the entire weekend.”
She smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”
I re-gagged her and stepped over to exchange
my crop for a thin cane. As I positioned myself, I couldn’t help
but think how different my life has been from what it was five
years ago.
I tapped the cane against the back of her
thighs, letting her know what was coming.
So obedient now. Yet she hasn't always been
so obedient.
And if not for what happened five years ago,
Beth would not be my slave. In fact, if not for my lovely Drew and
her little stunt, I would not be the person I am today.
I almost forgot about Beth.
I caned her ass once, then, leaving my wife
to consider the weekend ahead of her, I checked on Beth in the
bedroom.
She lay encased in a leather sleep sack, the
multitude of straps and zippers along the back of the sack pulled
tight to bind her body and stretch the thin soft leather of the
sack so tight it was almost a second skin covering her from her
feet to the base of her neck. I used a leather hood to finish the
covering, smoothing and pulling the soft black leather flush
against her skin. A thick heavily padded blindfold covered her eyes
and a large cock gag filled her mouth.
Only her nose was visible.
She was held down on the bed by long leather
straps cinched around her body then run through the iron frame and
buckled tight. Her nipples pushed against the thin leather and I
couldn’t help but trace the outline of each with my finger, knowing
both were forced into plump nubs of tender flesh by the thin rubber
bands around the base of each.
Just tight enough to keep them plump and
engorged.
Beth, my slave and my toy. My executive
assistant.
Drew and Beth both knew they would be
punished, so I had little pity for either and I knew neither wanted
pity or mercy. They knew what was going to happen and left more
than enough clues so that I would know what they did. It wasn’t the
first time.
I wasn’t ready to deal with Beth just
yet.
But I decided she needed to know she was on
my mind. I removed her gag and kissed her like I did Drew, hard and
deep, forcing my tongue into her.
And like Drew, she responded, her tongue
dancing with mine. I pulled away and her mouth stayed open,
inviting.
I knew exactly what this little toy
wanted.
I slide my pants off and straddled her chest,
her full tits making for a nice cushion as my thick hard cock
rested on her tongue. Beth tried to suck my cock in, but I held it
back, toying with her mouth and just letting her kiss the tip.
Not allowed to speak, she nibbled, licked and
kissed my cock tip, doing everything she could to entice me to fuck
her little mouth and fill her with my hot cum.
What she didn’t realize was that I was
enjoying the show.
Finally tiring of the teasing, I slowly
pushed the head of my cock into her mouth, then shifted position to
straddle her so I could fuck her mouth, sliding my cock in deep
until I could feel it push into her throat. I pumped her mouth for
a bit, then pulled out to let her breathe before shoving