Twice?
Was it only twice?
Or does one orgasm that peaks 4 times…just one orgasm?
“ Ha! I figured as much.” Finally He stood girl in skirts and placed a chair in the middle of the room, facing the armoire.
“Sit.” He pointed to the chair.
I scrambled from girl in skirts the bed and sat in the chair.
I placed my girl in skirts arms on the armrests and He come around and took the leather straps and tightened them until my arms were immobile.
He tied my ankles to the chair’s legs until my cunt was gaping girl in skirts open.
I felt the heat rise to my face, because I knew I was dripping wet.
You laughed.
“Blushing because you’re wet? Ha-ha! Its nothing new My dear.” He went to the bed and came back with a small silver vibrator and teased it up and down my slit.
“Is this My cunt?” He looked up into my eyes.
“Then when will you learn to stop playing with things that are Mine?” I blushed again and looked down.
“Yes, Master” He smiled and slid the vibrator deep into my cunt.
He turned it on low and left it there.
I whined softly when He walked to the armoire.
He opened the doors and I looked at the television.
It was playing my whole session I just had with Brandy.
He turned up the volume and I heard my own screams of pleasure.
My mouth dropped open as I stared at the screen.
And as calm and cool as ever… His voice broke into my head.
“I counted about 7 orgasms.” He turned to me and smiled.
He walked over to me and kissed me hard on my lips.
I moaned softly into His mouth.
“I girl in skirts will always keep you on your toes, Tania.” He winked at me and walked out the door.
I watched the television, my clit was girl in skirts throbbing so hard and the vibrator driving me mad.
I can see Brandy cumming hard, writhing on the bed.
I was losing my girl in skirts mind.
I lay there in the center of a small platform, my body a huddled mass of welts and bruises.
I had really fucked up this time and there was NO way he would allow my punishment to slide.
I girl in skirts close my eyes, to avoid looking at the smirking faces that surround me.
If only I would have had more control over my infamous temper!
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I lay girl in skirts there, my brown eyes closed, and thought back girl in skirts to how this whole fiasco started.
She stepped off the bus and waited for her ride.
She was on her way to her sometime Owner’s home girl in skirts, for a weekend of service.
Her body thrummed with a mixture of fear and longing when she thought of some of the things he had planned for them.
