Her pleas returned unanswered as he secured a studded leather collar around
her neck.
Leashed to him and under his
control, he forced her to kneel before him. Her knees hit the hardwood floor
painfully.
Her
captor was removed from words and immune to her displeasure. The throbbing of
her knees were bearable compared to the pain she would receive if she failed to
please him.
He
forced his limp penis inside her mouth.
Moderating
the steadiness of her motion, he clamped the back of her head, forcing her to
savor his length. She flexed her throat muscles. Exercising her extraordinary
gag reflexes, she was able to squeeze and retract the muscles around his shaft.
She stimulated him using the contraction of her throat muscles, her tongue and
the warmth of her mouth.
Reaching
the plateau of arousal, her husband was fully erect and near orgasm when she
removed him from the warmth and moistness which erected him.
She
took one of his testicles in her mouth simultaneously sucking and circling her
tongue around delicately until he moaned with pleasure. Her hands
were far from idle as they ventured around his scrotum and rubbed around the
entrance of his anus.
After he came, he pulled her upright, turned her away from
him and made her clamp her ankles as he entered her from behind. Filled nearly
to the brinks of expansion she moaned as pleasure consumed her. A forbidden act.
Leash
coiled in the fist of one hand, he used the other to pull on her thick brown mane. Forcefully, he reminded
her of her place beneath him. She was a slave and pleasure was only reserved
for his benefit. Her satisfaction was prohibited.
As she stood upright he debated
the magnitude of her punishment.
She stood frightfully, unaware of the punishments to be
delivered. Was it the painful pleasure of pinching nipple clamps, the lashing
of satin lace against her skin or worse C-curved anal beads?
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