muscles twitched and quivered. I turned on the Bullet Vibrator on a medium speed, resting the buzzing device on her outer folds, and touched her most sensitive and responsive spot with the rounded tip. Her muscles shook and trembled and the device made her scream and moan out in her release. I set the vibrator aside, turned it off, and slipped two of my fingers into her sheath over and over to heighten her orgasmic pleasure. I pulled them out and they were now coated with the white creamy effluence of her orgasm. Now that the womb was moist and ready, I rubbed massage gel onto the inner and outer folds of her labia and placed into her slickened sheath, one by one, the Triple Love Balls, connected by a looped retrieval cord. She breathed in, as she felt each weighted ball slide into and through the lubricated walls of her vagina. I closed her thighs and helped her to sit up on the bed. With each movement, the weighted balls shifted inside her, giving her a pleasant internal massage. The girl looked at me with wide, astonished and grateful eyes and I smiled back at her. Next I fondled my Harem girl’s pretty breasts, sucking firmly on her erect nipples. I picked up the two black-feathered nipple clamps off the bed. I held them up together at the tips of her lovely full breasts to show my slave how pretty the titillating adornments would look on her. I commenced nipple play with my slave. After sucking once more on the tips of the Harem girl’s large nipples, I pinched the metal clamps down gently over her tips and tightened the clamps on the side, until the slave breathed in and tilted her head back, moaning with pleasure from the stimulation. I was careful not to make the clamps too tight, in order to stay within her pain threshold and allow her body to get used to the stimulation.
“How does this feel, Harem girl? Are you uncomfortable? Do you feel any pain?”
“No, my Lord. No, it feels… very nice.”
“Remember, your safe word is “pink”. Don’t be afraid or ashamed to say it, if the pain becomes too intense.”
The Harem girl named Cynthia looked so fetching with the feathers hanging from the tips of her breasts. I reminded myself to display her this way during the auction. I pulled the love balls out slowly, one at a time. They glistened in the light as they emerged from her womb, coated with moisture.
I instructed the slave named Cynthia to stand up at the corner of the bed.
She appeared to be somewhat light-headed as she rose to her feet, but regained her balance. I took her hands and cuffed her wrists around one of the wooden spires rising up to the ceiling from the edge of the bed frame. I told her to clasp her hands on the wood, arch her hips upward, and hold on tightly. I blindfolded her. I told her she was about to be spanked for trying to escape the Harem earlier today. Since it was first time she was to be lightly disciplined by her Master’s hand. I told her she would receive only two hard slaps with the Leather Riding Crop. Ordinarily, the attempted escape of a Harem girl would require a much stiffer penalty, but I took pity on her. I slapped her sharply on the left cheek with the leather crop and she moaned out at the contact, hugging the post. The second slap made a loud cracking noise on her right cheek. She moaned a second time and I unlocked her from the wooden spire.
I immediately rubbed her cheeks with oil and the red marks left behind by the crop disappeared. I applied a generous amount of slick lubricating gel to my hands and gently massaged the tight opening between her cheeks with my fingers. As she relaxed, the tip of my finger slipped in deeper and deeper. I put on a condom, applied more gel to the tip of my penis and entered her opening from behind. With the lubrication, my penis was able to slip in several inches. I put my hands firmly on the sides of her hips and copulated with my Harem girl, in this pleasant manner. As I was just about to thrust deeper inside of her, I saw
“How does this feel, Harem girl? Are you uncomfortable? Do you feel any pain?”
“No, my Lord. No, it feels… very nice.”
“Remember, your safe word is “pink”. Don’t be afraid or ashamed to say it, if the pain becomes too intense.”
The Harem girl named Cynthia looked so fetching with the feathers hanging from the tips of her breasts. I reminded myself to display her this way during the auction. I pulled the love balls out slowly, one at a time. They glistened in the light as they emerged from her womb, coated with moisture.
I instructed the slave named Cynthia to stand up at the corner of the bed.
She appeared to be somewhat light-headed as she rose to her feet, but regained her balance. I took her hands and cuffed her wrists around one of the wooden spires rising up to the ceiling from the edge of the bed frame. I told her to clasp her hands on the wood, arch her hips upward, and hold on tightly. I blindfolded her. I told her she was about to be spanked for trying to escape the Harem earlier today. Since it was first time she was to be lightly disciplined by her Master’s hand. I told her she would receive only two hard slaps with the Leather Riding Crop. Ordinarily, the attempted escape of a Harem girl would require a much stiffer penalty, but I took pity on her. I slapped her sharply on the left cheek with the leather crop and she moaned out at the contact, hugging the post. The second slap made a loud cracking noise on her right cheek. She moaned a second time and I unlocked her from the wooden spire.
I immediately rubbed her cheeks with oil and the red marks left behind by the crop disappeared. I applied a generous amount of slick lubricating gel to my hands and gently massaged the tight opening between her cheeks with my fingers. As she relaxed, the tip of my finger slipped in deeper and deeper. I put on a condom, applied more gel to the tip of my penis and entered her opening from behind. With the lubrication, my penis was able to slip in several inches. I put my hands firmly on the sides of her hips and copulated with my Harem girl, in this pleasant manner. As I was just about to thrust deeper inside of her, I saw
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