Forgetting myself, I shake my head frantically without taking my eyes from the oiled sheen of it’s many leather tails.
“No?” Your voice is sharp, with a tinge of amusement.
I hear the sound of the stiff braids of leather cutting through the air.
My scream is trapped in my throat, as they crack down, ripping across asian in thong girl for my breasts.
I want to cry out, beg you for forgiveness, for mercy.
My self control shatters and falls away like the wax.
I can do nothing to contain the sobbing that erupts from the core of my soul.
Like vicious serpents, each sharp tail of the whip descends again and again, greedily biting into the flesh of my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, and finally my soaked and asian in thong girl for throbbing asian in thong girl for pussy, driving me into a helpless frenzy through which no thought can form, just a sole phrase repeating over and over.
‘Please, Master.
Cool wetness sends shockwaves of icy spasms through me, pulling me back from oblivion into the present.
To my surprise, you have untied me and now gently pass the washcloth over the tracks left by the whip, wiping away the last traces of wax.
I tremble at the sensation of fire and ice that covers me.
Setting the cloth down, you pull me to you, cradling my head in your lap.
The tip of your cock parts my lips, and I am too weak to resist as you press my face against you, until your cock is wedged so deep in my throat that I cannot breathe.
Slowly you begin to rock, your flesh slides between my lips.
Instinctively, I suckle you, caressing your hardness with my tongue.
A small flicker of victory sparks within me as I hear your soft moan.
Almost unconsciously, I attempt to turn the tables.
I want to see you lose control to the power of my lips and tongue.
But instead grab fistfuls of my hair holding me tightly, while increasing the momentum until you are deep inside me, demonstrating that the power will always be yours.