let me feed you.”
Breakfast passed in silence. Catherine held her position, accepting dainty bites when he offered them, feeling her excitement for what the day held grow with each tease of his fork on her lips. When he was full, he offered her what remained, insisting she would need her strength. Catherine ate and cleared the dishes, then met him outside the playroom.
Waving his arm, he opened the door: “Enter if you are prepared to be my slut.”
She turned on her heel and walked backward into the room. Having memorized the number of steps it took to cross the room the night before, Catherine knew when she was in the middle, stopped, and then knelt.
“Aye, Sir. This girl is prepared to do your bidding.”
The morning hours passed while they played Sir’s fetch game. Catherine’s heart felt light in her chest so she’d had no problems backing up to the wall and choosing a long-handled paddle with a three-inch wide tip on it.
The first ball she went after was one of the anal ones. Her silent question regarding ‘losing’ the ball was answered when he slipped it onto a pegged-base by threading a plastic tube through the center which he then clipped a weight to. He pushed the ball into her and set her about her next task.
By the time she’d collected them all, the anal balls being threaded onto the peg each time, her ass and pussy were stretched full. She was so turned on by that point, that a steady dribble of arousal had coated her inner thighs. Her ass was a delightful shade of pink – like fresh salmon – from the continual prodding slaps of the crop while Sir had worked her around the room.
Not once had she dropped a ball after it was inserted.
She’d won.
The shock on his face told her she was the first to have done so well which caused Catherine to grin like a fiend at her success, and she noticed Sir suck in a deep breath when she did.
Having done so well, Sir explained that he’d decided Catherine had earned the right to come – after he had been relieved, of course. She took the option of her mouth being used, and relished in the pleasure of not being denied his seed while she shared her eagerness by swallowing. Her lapping tongue cleaned him kept him hard.
“I doubt I will ever grow tired of your magical mouth, slut, but I need more than that right now.”
Sir walked her over to the stocks, and locked her in.
“I just love the way your ass juts out like a glowing beacon for me to hone in on.”
Plunging into her from behind, he slid out, then slammed back in, bringing another orgasm to the surface for Catherine, making her beg for it.
“Hold it.”
“Please, Sir.”
“No.”
“Oh, God. Sir . . . can’t . . . please!”
“You can, and you will – no matter how musical your begging is to me.”
Catherine’s disjointed words and sounds ranged from guttural growls to high pitched whimpers while he maintained a brutal pace pounding into her until he pulled his cock out of her and splashed hot fluid across her back while giving her permission to join him, which she did with a heated spray.
Sir had taken her to the shower where he’d washed her down, then had her kneel on the built-in bench with her ass facing out. Reaching around and in between her thighs he used two fingers to apply firm circular pressure to her hypersensitive clit. He waited until she began squirming, her body asking for more, to start pulling the anal balls out – one by one. Sir counted out the balls as he extracted almost all of them before giving Catherine the command to yet again, “Come”, and then freed the remaining balls from her body with a fast and firm yank giving her no option but to obey his command.
With both of them exhausted, Sir led them back into the playroom where they settled into the center of the king-sized bed, and they closed their eyes. Nap time followed.
~~~Chapter 9~~~
She Wore a Pearl Necklace
Catherine awoke an hour later with an urgent need to urinate. Next to her,
Breakfast passed in silence. Catherine held her position, accepting dainty bites when he offered them, feeling her excitement for what the day held grow with each tease of his fork on her lips. When he was full, he offered her what remained, insisting she would need her strength. Catherine ate and cleared the dishes, then met him outside the playroom.
Waving his arm, he opened the door: “Enter if you are prepared to be my slut.”
She turned on her heel and walked backward into the room. Having memorized the number of steps it took to cross the room the night before, Catherine knew when she was in the middle, stopped, and then knelt.
“Aye, Sir. This girl is prepared to do your bidding.”
The morning hours passed while they played Sir’s fetch game. Catherine’s heart felt light in her chest so she’d had no problems backing up to the wall and choosing a long-handled paddle with a three-inch wide tip on it.
The first ball she went after was one of the anal ones. Her silent question regarding ‘losing’ the ball was answered when he slipped it onto a pegged-base by threading a plastic tube through the center which he then clipped a weight to. He pushed the ball into her and set her about her next task.
By the time she’d collected them all, the anal balls being threaded onto the peg each time, her ass and pussy were stretched full. She was so turned on by that point, that a steady dribble of arousal had coated her inner thighs. Her ass was a delightful shade of pink – like fresh salmon – from the continual prodding slaps of the crop while Sir had worked her around the room.
Not once had she dropped a ball after it was inserted.
She’d won.
The shock on his face told her she was the first to have done so well which caused Catherine to grin like a fiend at her success, and she noticed Sir suck in a deep breath when she did.
Having done so well, Sir explained that he’d decided Catherine had earned the right to come – after he had been relieved, of course. She took the option of her mouth being used, and relished in the pleasure of not being denied his seed while she shared her eagerness by swallowing. Her lapping tongue cleaned him kept him hard.
“I doubt I will ever grow tired of your magical mouth, slut, but I need more than that right now.”
Sir walked her over to the stocks, and locked her in.
“I just love the way your ass juts out like a glowing beacon for me to hone in on.”
Plunging into her from behind, he slid out, then slammed back in, bringing another orgasm to the surface for Catherine, making her beg for it.
“Hold it.”
“Please, Sir.”
“No.”
“Oh, God. Sir . . . can’t . . . please!”
“You can, and you will – no matter how musical your begging is to me.”
Catherine’s disjointed words and sounds ranged from guttural growls to high pitched whimpers while he maintained a brutal pace pounding into her until he pulled his cock out of her and splashed hot fluid across her back while giving her permission to join him, which she did with a heated spray.
Sir had taken her to the shower where he’d washed her down, then had her kneel on the built-in bench with her ass facing out. Reaching around and in between her thighs he used two fingers to apply firm circular pressure to her hypersensitive clit. He waited until she began squirming, her body asking for more, to start pulling the anal balls out – one by one. Sir counted out the balls as he extracted almost all of them before giving Catherine the command to yet again, “Come”, and then freed the remaining balls from her body with a fast and firm yank giving her no option but to obey his command.
With both of them exhausted, Sir led them back into the playroom where they settled into the center of the king-sized bed, and they closed their eyes. Nap time followed.
~~~Chapter 9~~~
She Wore a Pearl Necklace
Catherine awoke an hour later with an urgent need to urinate. Next to her,
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