Cute Girls

Where the Wild Things Are Ch. 2

*Scene 1 – Punishment and Redemption*

Michelle is left to wait, draped over the railing for at least half an hour. While she is contemplating her fate in silence, she hears her Master busying himself in the cabin. He places several telephone calls; and, based on the sounds coming from the kitchen, is beginning to prepare a dinner.

The sounds of food preparation are interrupted by the opening and closing of the French doors. Then, Michelle’s bonds are being untied. “You will come inside to wait, until I am ready for you again,” was all he said. Michelle began to speak, “I am so sorry Master, I couldn’t help it. Please forgive me. I will do better next time, I promise.”

“You will receive an appropriate reward later. Now, silence,” is all he says.

Michelle answers meekly, “Yes, Sir. I understand.”

After being freed from the railing, Master Damien turns Michelle around, and removes her blindfold. He stares directly into her moist eyes while he places his hands on her nipple clips. His fingers caress the hard edges of the metal clamps, as he looks, unblinking, into Michelle’s eyes.

Then he removes the clips without any warning or further ceremony. He watches Michelle intently as the sudden pain triggered by the dammed up blood surging back into her sensitive pink flesh flashes across her face and lights up her eyes. Michelle visibly trembles, but she remains motionless.

Master Damien can see the sudden flush of heat redden Michelle’s skin. Her eyes dilate wide and her eyebrows arch upwards slightly as the waves of pain subside into a series of ripples reflecting back and forth upon each other in the liquid pool of her mind.

Without saying another word, he refastens the blindfold around Michelle’s eyes again. He clips the leash to her collar again, and leads her inside the cabin. They go up the spit log stairs to the loft. Michelle is ordered to stand at the foot of the bed, and to bend over the carved log footboard, with her legs spread apart.

Master Damien reaches between Michelle’s legs with a long, black dildo, thick and fat, and ribbed with veins. He coats it with her secretions and his come, which is still present in great abundance, oozing out of her pussy.

“Spread your ass cheeks,” he tells Michelle.

She quickly does so, presenting her asshole for his inspection. His fingers press inside her ass, lubricating her dark passage with her cunt juices. He reaches into his pocket and squirts a tube of anal lubricant inside her puckered brown entrance to supplement her own juices. Then the dildo is being forced inside her, twisting and rotating like an auger as it drills its way into Michelle’s ass.

Michelle groans and pants as the huge dick is forced up her rear passage. She relaxes as much as possible and soon the great, long rubber prick is seated deep within her belly. Michelle is turned around, to face her Master. A second dildo, even fatter than the first one, is inserted into her cunt. It stretches her cunt more than any cock she has ever had thrust inside her. She can feel it pressing up against her cervix, filling her cunt completely. Michelle struggles to hold the two huge cocks inside her when her Master’s hands leave her body.

Michelle is spun around again and a long soft rope is quickly wrapped around her wrists, behind her back. The rope is wound around and around her arms, stopping just short of her elbows. Her arms are pulled tightly behind her back by the constricting rope bondage, her shoulder blades pressing against her back, her elbows lashed tightly together.

Another long rope is used to bind her body. A vertical pair of ropes runs from the back of her neck, across her shoulders, down between her breasts, across the flat expanse of her belly, and placed carefully between her labia. The ropes are threaded through large rings on each dildo, and then pulled up between her ass cheeks and up her back to be joined to the top loop of the rope. After being doubled back through the loop, the long ends of the rope are woven around Michelle’s torso, lacing her entire body into a tightly bound package.

The ropes through her labia are drawn tighter and tighter as the spider web of lacings draws all of the slack out of the rope that is slowly constricting around her body. The twin dildos are locked securely in her cunt and ass.

Michelle is then led to the bed, and made to lie down on it, face down. The ropes bite into her flesh as she bends to get on the bed. Once she is lying down, her ankles are tied together with another long piece of rope, which is wound around her legs nearly up to her knees. Then, her ankles are pulled up and tied to the rope that is squeezing her elbows together. The slack is pulled out of the rope until Michelle is bent into a backwards ‘C’ with her heels are nearly touching her arms.

Michelle has never been bound so tightly, so securely, like this before. She is completely immobilized. It is a bit terrifying, but it is also very arousing to her. She can feel herself getting wet around the huge dildo in her pussy. Her cunt and ass muscles are testing themselves on the large, inert invaders that are violating her inner sanctums.

Master Damien comes around the bed to where Michelle’s head is. He lifts her up by her hair.

“Open your mouth,” he demands.

Michelle quickly complies, and is rewarded by having a thick, realistically shaped three-inch long penis gag inserted into her mouth. The straps are fastened tightly around her head, drawing the imitation cock deep into her mouth, filling it completely.

In a final, completely unnecessary symbol of her submission, Michelle can feel her leash being drawn tight. She is positioned in the middle of the bed, with her leash tied to the headboard. She is totally helpless now, and will remain in this position until her Master sees fit to release her from her bondage.

“You will wait here, for me, and you will be absolutely silent. Do you understand?”

Michelle nods her head in silent acknowledgement. Then, she hears her Master descend the stairs and return to the kitchen.

Michelle lies there, inert; the only sound that of her breathing and that of the blood pounding in her brain. The three dildos that fill her fuck holes are each huge, yet perfectly fitted to the orifice they have been inserted into.

Michelle begins to drift off into a restless sleep, dreaming of being fucked by a long parade of big, impatient penises; each one quickly displacing its spent predecessor, each one thrusting inside one of her holes to ride her hard and then pour its semen into the bottomless vessel of her body.

Michelle is awakened by the sound of visitors entering the cabin. Master Damien is entertaining guests for dinner. Michelle remains silent, a helpless bondage slut, while the dinner party goes on in the great room below her. Michelle can hear most of the conversation, and she listens intently.

The four guests that she hears are engaged in friendly, innocuous conversation with her Master, about local events, recent wildlife sightings and a host of other very conventional topics. There is no hint of Damien’s role as a Master who owns a group of willing, obedient women who serve his every need and who offer up their bodies to him to be whipped and spanked and fucked.

Michelle guesses that her Master’s guests would be stunned and surprised to learn that there is a submissive sex slave upstairs, in the loft; hog-tied, blindfolded, and gagged, with three big, hard dildos filling her holes, who is listening to their every word.

Michelle finds that she can use her legs to stretch and pull on her bondage ropes a bit, alternately relaxing and re-tightening the web that encircles her body. Her tightly constrained ability to move permits her to slide the dildos in her ass and cunt in and out of her holes a few millimeters.

Even better, the ropes that bisect her labia and hold her dildos inside her holes are stretched directly over her clitoris. Slight as her range of motion is; the combination of the movement of the ropes on her clit and the dildos in her ass are sufficient to bring Michelle to a steady plateau of arousal, her juices flowing, her clit throbbing, and her nipples erect and begging to be sucked.

Michelle even wishes that her Master had reattached the clips and chains to her nipples. That would make her bondage complete.

Michelle is engrossed in her own body now, as she continues to make what small movements she can to bring further stimulation to her clit, cunt, ass, and nipples. She sucks on the fat rubber cock in her mouth, pretending it is her Master’s cock that she is worshipping.

She fails to hear the party breaking up below, and the departure of her Master’s guests. She continues to rock back and forth, using her legs to tighten and relax the ropes between her legs. She is breathing heavier now. Her skin is covered by a soft sheen of sweat from her exertions and the summer heat. The rhythmic undulations of her body as she strains against her bondage, begin to increase her passion even further.

Now, Michelle begins to use her cunt muscles to grip and squeeze her dildos in tandem with the rocking motion that has them sliding imperceptibly in and out of her holes.

Michelle is startled by the sudden whoosh and sharp crack of her Master’s flogger across her upper arms, above her rope bondage. She involuntarily jerks and surges against her bondage, driving her dildos even farther into her straining cunt and ass. She cries out in pain and shock, her voice muffled by the big, hard rubber prick in her mouth.

“So, my little slut. You couldn’t wait for me to return to you could you? Are you so insatiable and so utterly unable to control yourself that you had to fuck yourself during your punishment session?”

Her Master’s voice is filled with emotion. Michelle can only moan in desperation and shame, in response.

The flogger lands again and again on Michelle’s arms and upturned legs. Even the soles of her feet feel the sting of the flogger. Master Damien reaches underneath her body to find her clitoris.

“Dripping wet, just as I suspected. You are truly an ungrateful little slut, Michelle.”

Again, the flogger rakes across Michelle’s skin.

“Did you miss these, Michelle?”

As her Master speaks, Michelle can feel her nipple clips against her hot, flushed cheek. She nods her head. Yes, she truly had missed, and wanted, her clips. Master Damien rolls Michelle onto her side, exposing her breasts. “Very well, you shall have them.”

Master Damien attaches the clips to her engorged, erect nipples, tightening them to their maximum constriction. Michelle groans into her penis gag as she adjusts to the intense, throbbing presence of the clips.

For your punishment, you are required to come, now.” Michelle hears him draw up a chair next to the bed. He sits down to watch.

Michelle begins to rock and squirm again, driving the dildos in and out of her ass and cunt with as much power and force as she can muster. She rubs her tits across the bedcover, dragging her imprisoned nipples across the soft, cushiony fabric. The fact that she is being watched by her Master, being observed like a laboratory experiment, is making her task more challenging. Michelle works her bonds harder and harder. She gets her whole body rocking up and down on the bed, faster and faster. She is sucking feverishly on the dildo in her mouth.

Each time her breasts are pressed down onto the bed, her nipples feel the pressure of the clips against her erect pink points. When she rocks backwards, the dildo in her cunt presses against her pussy lips at the same time it is driven deeper into her dripping wet hole; and the ropes threaded between her labia are pulled tighter across her clit. Slowly, ever so slowly, Michelle rocks herself closer and closer to her release. Achieving orgasm is the key to her release from her bondage, or at least she hopes it is.

Michelle’s body is slippery with sweat, and she is panting from the exertion. She is at the brink of orgasm. Michelle focuses her mind’s eye on what she must look like, lying helpless on the bed. Intricate rope bondage wrapping her entire body, each hole filled with a fat rubber cock, blindfolded, and with her nipples pinched into inflamed red points by her nipple clips. The vision of herself in her mind’s eye is enough to energize Michelle to stagger the last few meters of her bondage marathon, towards the finish line.

Just when Michelle is balanced, teetering on the brink of her orgasm, she rocks back with an extra strong surge, lifting her head and breasts as far off the bed as she possibly can. She balances there, for as long as she can, holding her position, each muscle in her body crying out from the stress and the exertion, while her cunt and ass muscles begin to contract and spasm around the cocks in her fuck holes. Michelle moans into her penis gag as her entire body begins to tremble.

At that instant, Michelle feels Master Damien’s hands on her breasts. An instant later, the clips have been ripped off her nipples. A tremendous surge of sensation rockets throughout Michelle’s body. Michelle screams into the gag as her body releases all of the sexual energy that has been built up, accumulated, stored, and charged within her body. Bright white flashes of light explode in front of her blindfolded eyes.

Michelle is bucking and fighting the ropes that constrain her movements, as her entire body convulses with the spectacular orgasm that is coursing through each nerve ending and synapse. Just as she reaches her peak, Michelle is flipped over onto her side. Her Master is on the bed alongside her now, and she feels his lips sucking on her enflamed nipples. Michelle moans and trembles again when she feels the ice cubes in his mouth dancing across her nipples. She comes, again, screaming inside her head, at his touch.

Then, finally, it is over. Michelle sinks down on the bed, a limp, inert body within her woven-rope prison cage.

“My god, how well he knows me and my body,” Michelle thinks. ” I am mere putty in his hands, his slut, his slave. He owns me, body and soul, he truly does.”

And then, Michelle waits, passively, for whatever will come next – punishment, reward, test. It doesn’t matter. She will eagerly do anything her love, her Master, demands of her.

*Scene 2 – A Night Excursion*

Michelle is left on the bed, still bound tightly within her woven cage, while her Master descends to the first floor of the cabin. He returns in a few minutes. Michelle can hear him kneel next to the bed. Then, his hands are at the back of her head, unbuckling her gag. Master Damien slips it out of Michelle’s mouth.

Michelle closes her mouth and relaxes her stiff jaw muscles.

“Now, Michelle, will you ever disobey me again?” he asks in a quiet but authoritative voice.

“No, Master, I will never allow myself to come, again, without your permission, no matter how difficult you make it for me. Please, forgive me, Sir.”

“You are forgiven, Michelle, but do not let it happen again. Next time, your punishment will be much more severe.”

Michelle visibly relaxes at the sound of his words, though she is still completely immobilized by her rope bondage.

“Thank you, Sir, I won’t forget.”

“Here, drink this,” her Master tells her.

Michelle opens her mouth and feels a straw placed onto her tongue. She closes her lips around the straw and sucks a refreshingly cool lemonade into her mouth. As soon as the liquid reaches her throat, Michelle realizes how incredibly thirsty she is, and she drains the glass in one long drink, as if she is fearful that it will be taken away from her.

“Thank you, Master, you are most kind,” Michelle murmurs when he takes away the empty glass.

“I have a special treat in store for you this evening. Something I know you have never done before, ever, in your life. With those words, he begins to unwrap the ropes from around Michelle’s body. He removes all of the ropes, save one. Her arms are left securely bound behind her back, wrapped with a smooth coil of rope from her wrists to her elbows.

Michelle can still feel the ropes’ imprint on her body, after they have been unwound from around her body and carefully recoiled and stored away. It will take a long time for the roadmap of indentations and the tracery of reddened flesh to fade from her skin’s memory.

Master Damien helps the still-blindfolded Michelle to stand.

“Keep the dildos in your cunt and ass,” he instructs her as he leads her by her leash towards the stairs and then down to the first floor.

The huge rubber pricks in her fuck holes are not shaped with a tapered base, so Michelle finds it incredibly difficult to walk down the stairs without letting them slip out of her still well lubricated orifices. She manages to keep them inside her, though it is by sheer willpower alone that she manages it.

Once they are on the first floor, Michelle is led back out onto the deck, where she had been lashed to the railing that afternoon. Her heart sinks as she realizes she might be spread-eagled and tied to the railing again.

However, once they are outside, Master Damien stops her in the center of the deck. Michelle can tell that it is night by the cool tang in the air and the different sounds coming from the forest and lakeshore. The daytime animal sounds have been replaced by those of the night dwellers.

“Lower yourself down here, Michelle,” her Master orders.

Michelle sits down until her ass is resting on her heels. She is held upright by her Master’s firm hand on her leash, keeping her neck held high.

“Force your dildos out, now Michelle, using only your internal muscles. Cup your breasts with your hands, so you are not tempted to use your fingers to help remove the instruments of your punishment.”

“Yes, Sir, of course, Sir,” Michelle answers.

She focuses on her cunt and ass muscles, instructing them to contract and squeeze the long rubber cocks out of her holes. The two dildos begin to move, as Michelle’s muscular power dislodges them from the comfortable residence they have taken up within her orifices. Slowly at first, and then faster, a single long, sustained surge forces the twin cocks to emerge from the inner recesses of Michelle’s body.

Michelle bites her lip and sighs deeply as the wide, ribbed circumference of the dildos stretch and stimulate her asshole and her cunt. The sensation she feels as the rubber pricks emerge from within her body is incredibly erotic and wildly arousing. They move faster, and faster, like a pair of trains accelerating away from the station, each one racing the other to vanish into the night, leaving only echoes behind to reverberate against the walls and ceiling of the now empty, vacant station where they had waited so long, so patiently, for the signal to depart.

Michelle is held upright only by the leash attached to her collar. Without it, she would surely have wilted into a moist heap of quivering flesh, unable to sustain the effort required to remain erect.

Michelle turns her blindfolded gaze upwards to her Master, “Thank you, Sir, for the honor you do me with your kind attention, and your gifts. I can never repay you, other than with my obedience, my devotion, and the very small and inadequate gift of myself that I have placed in your care.” Michelle feels new strength swell within her body as she speaks. “”Please, Master, I am ready now, for whatever you wish of me.”

“Follow me, now,” she is told. “Walk carefully on the forest path. Use your feet to see the path.”

Michelle is led off the deck and onto a downward sloping path. Her Master is in front of her, holding her leash, several feet in front of her. They walk slowly, and Michelle finds that, indeed, she can follow the path and feel its contours with her feet. It takes only a little practice to stay near the center of the path, as she follows her Master.

“What did he give you? Can I see it?”

“That’s the surprise. I’d like to use it tonight in a special slave and Master sexcapade with you. If you’re up for it.”

“There’s no such word. I keep telling you that. You still haven’t told me what the surprise is.”

“Yeah, well there ought to be one. That’s why I invented it.”

“Don’t change the subject. You know Jack your good at that when you don’t want to admit something. Now you better tell me what the surprise is or I’m going to do something you won’t like.”

“What you gonna to do? I didn’t change the subject you did.”

“What did you get? Tell me!” She demands. But her smile only induces Jack to continue to tease her.

“What you gonna do?” He smacks her lightly on her ass.

“Stop that and tell me what you got.” Veronica knows the surprise has something to do with sex and she’s getting hot just imagining what it is.

He clutches at her right breast but she pulls back.

“Come on Jack. I’m getting hot.”

Jack picks her up and carries her over to his bed. He lets himself fall onto it with her on top of him. They kiss a long passionate kiss. She reaches down, unbuckles his pants, and slides her hand beneath his drawers. She fondles him delicately. She kisses his ear, then his neck. He just lies there and lets her enjoy herself.

She sits up on his bed. Trying another tactic, she touches his chest with her index finger and runs it down over his shirt to his crotch. She moves her finger in a circle around the bulge in his pants.

“I guess you want me to be your sex slave tonight and you want to use your new sex toy on me,” she says seductively.

“No, actually I want to be your sex slave tonight and I want you to use it on me.”

This surprises Veronica. She expected to be his slave tonight.

“Then why did you call me slave this morning?”

“I just wanted to add to the sexuality of the surprise and make you hot all day. Veronica, remember a couple of weeks ago when I was your dog and you led me around your apartment on a leash and spanked my ass?”

“Yeah, you really enjoyed that didn’t you?”

“You bet. Well I want to try something else tonight.”

He gets off the bed and, holding his unbuckled pants up, walks over to the counter that separates his combination living room/bedroom from the kitchenette. He picks up a bag from the counter and brings it back to the bed. He hands the bag to Veronica.

As she opens it, her mouth drops open. Veronica looks at Jack and smiles as she takes the stainless steel handcuffs out of the bag. Jack pulls the keys out of his pocket and dangles them in front of her face. She reaches for them but he yanks them away.

“How many punishable things did you do today?” He asks her.

“Fourteen, why?” She gives him a puzzled look.

“I can’t wait for tomorrow when I’ll be your slave. I want you to cuff me to my bed and spank my ass tonight,” he tells her. “I want you to whack me once on each of my ass cheeks for each of your offenses.”

“Why my offenses; why not your own offenses?”

“Did it bug you to have to keep track of all the punishable things you did today?”

“Yeah.”

“Did it get you all hot in your panties and keep you that way all day?”

“Yeah.

“Well, you can get your revenge on my ass. How’s that sound?”

She gives him sultry look. “Baby, when I get through with your ass it’s gonna burn like nothing else. Now give me those keys and take those clothes off you dog,” Veronica orders him.

Jack smiles, knowing that he and his Dominatrix are going to have some great sex tonight.

Jack then picks up the meter long paddle and begins to spank her with it. He spanks her ass cheeks, her pussy lips, and her thighs. All the while he keeps his hand on her back, pushing her down onto the table. He smacks her several times in each area, but not hard. She can feel that. She can feel that the spanking is not nearly as hard as when he slapped her with his hand. But she can also feel that her ass cheeks, pussy lips, and thighs are burning from the chastisement. She knows too that her skin is crimson and raw from the punishment he is giving her. She is joyously delirious from the pain.

Jack then goes to the refrigerator, opens the freezer compartment, and takes out an ice cube. He comes over and begins to rub it on her burning ass cheeks, cunt lips, and thighs. It stings at first, but after a second or two it feels cool and refreshing. He then puts the ice cube on the small of her back and pushes down on her between the shoulder blades. He begins to masturbate her with his free hand.

He leans over and licks her ass cheeks and then her cunt lips. He pinches her clitoris between his thumb and index finger. He squeezes it hard, and Veronica lets out a low whimper. Then he begins to suck it, sending her again into euphoria. She can feel her hot cunt juices flowing down her legs. The heat in her is rising. The ice cube on her back has melted and is dripping down her side onto the table top. She can feel the wetness of the table on her stomach, on her thighs, and on her labia. Jack’s tongue is sending her fucked starved cunt into ecstasy she has only dreamed about.

“Oh!” she moans.

That was Jack’s queue. He stands up and backs away from her.

‘No! Don’t leave me like this, Jack darling,’ she says silently to herself. ‘Please, get me off. Fuck me, eat me, masturbate me, anything. Just make me cum!’ Her thoughts can only focus on her orgasm, which he has not given her.

“I’m not going to let you cum yet slut. I’m not finished punishing your insolence.” He then pushes hard on her back, between her shoulder blades, smashing her sore nipples on the table. Then with his free hand he begins to spank her ass cheeks and cunt lips again. He hits her hard, sending waves of titillating pain up her spine. After several whacks on each area, he switches hands and whacks her several more times. Veronica’s ass and cunt are red and sore from the beating. She doesn’t know how much more she can take.

But then Jack again begins to gently massage the areas he has just spanked. Again, he begins to lick and suck on her clitoris. She continues to heat up. She can feel the wetness in her pussy; the juices flowing freely down her thighs. Then just as her orgasm is approaching, just as her aching cunt is going to get the release it needs, the release it demands, Jack begins to spank her. Again, it is hard and fast. Her ass is now quite tender and her pussy is throbbing, aching to be fucked, to be released from its torment. After several whacks he again switches hands. But before he begins to spank her, he removes the blindfold. Then he whacks her several more times on her ass cheeks and pussy lips.

Tears well in her eyes, and Veronica begins to cry.

“Keep it low whore bitch. I’m not through degrading you yet,” he barks at her.

Veronica stifles her whimpering. Then he again starts to masturbate her and to lick and suck her clit. Again, just before she cums, he suddenly stops and begins to spank her. After two more rounds of spanking and switching hands, instead of sucking her clit, Jack just massages her ass cheeks and pussy lips. Veronica is whimpering, sniffling, and stifling her tears.

“Are you ready to be fucked, slave?” he asks, still rubbing her sore ass cheeks.

“Yes, Master,” she answers quietly through her tears. She lies on the table with her ankles tied to its legs and her hands cuffed behind her. She can only squirm.

“Are you ready to feel my hard cock deep in your cunt?”

“Yes, Master,” she again answers quietly, stifling a sniffle. “I beg you Master, please fuck me. I need release, Master.”

“Then prepare to meet your Master.” He then rams his hard prick doggy style deep into her throbbing womanhood.

“Ah!” she yells out in ecstasy.

At first he fucks her slowly, letting her climax build. She starts to buck her hips in rhythm to his heated pumping her. He grabs her at her waist and rams his manhood deep within her pussy. His speed increases and with it Veronica’s arousal grows. Her love canal is awash with delirium with each thrust of his manhood. Her pleasure is building; the pressure is growing. Jack leans over and licks her back. His dick is a freight train, ramming into her torrid hole.

Her orgasm is almost here, the climax is building, the heat is rising, and her pussy juices are flowing faster, boiling, bringing her to the edge. Again, she moves her hips up as much as she can to accommodate his blissful fucking of her body. She can feel that his passions are also getting hotter with each plunge of his sex rod deep into her body. The strokes of his cock are now deeper, harder, faster. The pleasure is building in her and in him. Harder, faster. Her joy is almost complete. Faster, deeper. She is almost there ready to explode. Her womanhood is coming alive.

“Oh! Yes!” Finally, her Venus erupts, sending spasms of ecstasy throughout her tortured body.

“Yes, my little love bird, my sex kitten,” he whispers in her ear. “Let it out! Let the passion out and let it flow over you.”

He continues to fuck her, harder, faster, approaching his own orgasm. He grips her sides and drives his rod deep into her love tunnel. His own pleasure is growing, building. She bucks her ass cheeks to meet the thrust of his organ. She can feel it plunge deep into her hole. His balls are ready to explode; his cock is ready to spit its juices into her starving sex. His throbbing prick fucks deep into her spent pussy and then it too erupts, sending waves of ecstasy up his spine.

“Ugh,” he grunts as he shoots his hot cum into her hungry cunt. “Ugh, Ugh,” he continues to pump her depleted pussy, grunting with each forward thrust as he does so.

Then using the key around his neck, he quickly unlocks Veronica’s wrists and collapses, exhausted, onto the floor, pulling her down with him. He unties her ankles and she falls into his arms. They both lie together with their arms and legs wrapped around each other, panting, caressing, touching, hugging, kissing. Their orgasms have signaled the end of the scene.

“Oh! Thank you, thank you, Master,” she whispers softly into his ear.

He sucks her left tit and looks into her eyes. “I love you, babe,” it is his special term of endearment toward her.

“I love you too, Jack.”

Then she leans over and takes his limp member into her mouth and sucks the remaining cum dripping from it. She knows that her lover enjoys this very much after they have made love, and she wants to reward him for the thorough fucking he has just given her. He lies down next to her and begins to lick and suck her jism-filled cunt.

Afterwards, they sit together arms and legs entwined for several minutes, basking in their fulfillment. Suddenly Jack whispers softly, “Babe, you know I’m not through with you yet, don’t you?”

“What other joys do you have planned for my pussy?” she seductively queries him.

“What I had originally planned for you before your earlier insolence. Are you ready? Or should I say, is your cunt ready?”

“Yes Master,” she answers in the most humble tone she can muster.

“Good, and after your submission we can make love in your grandmother’s hot tub.” He then gathers up their toys, hands them to her, and orders her to go to the bedroom…

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