Languages: English
Location: .
Smokes/Drinks: No
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Age: 19
If you cum on the first 23 strokes, you will get an extra 23 strokes to complete the cycle.)I start out slow, gentle, then quickening the pace and increasing the speed until I am spiking by the time I reach the 23th stroke. This is when my trainer begins to run roughshod over my back and ass. Since I am exposing so much meat for you to abuse, he forces me to stop and catch my breath for a minute. I am once again being heavily spanked. At this point I am in a constant state of orgasm, both with the paddles and from the rings on my nipples. My leg and butt are practically on fire. At last, he commences to work, alternating between my ass and pussy. Since I am such a state of arousal, it takes me a few minutes to regain my composure. When he is finished, he unties me and reassures me that the orgasms I just experienced were nothing compared to what is about to happen. I resume my normal attire and head for the shower. Just as I am going to the showers, Master stops me. He stands behind me and orders me to strip. I do so and feel something on my buttocks. Turning my head, I can see that I am in fact a condom. I take it off and glance at Master.
He tells me it is not a good time to be in public. "I suggest you dress for the shop. That is very kind of you my slut. I will be very vigilant, you will pay dearly for that." With that I return to my normal attire. I go into the ladies room and lay down on the bench that I have placed there to hold my body in the event that I should need to use it. I do so and feel a little bit of the cool desert air penetrate my blouse. I jump a little from the surprise and my reflection in the mirror. I continue to lay down. He comes in for a quick spanking with the flogger because he thinks my reactions are too quick. I can't stop them though because the sandpaper is soft enough that they don't leave marks and they only leave one indication of what my body is feeling. I am spanked twice more today. The first striking because it's a reminder of just how much I want him. The second because of how much I want him. He is real but I wish he were real all the time. He makes me want him and it is a wonder I could ever resist him. I am weeping now, a soft thing, a soft thing that I know will come soon.
But that's another story. Stories are short-lived, I know, and this is merely a memory. As I lay, still crying, I make my way back to the shower to rinse and dress. When I return to the bedroom Master stands behind me. There is a tangle of crisscrossed at my back from back legs to hips. Somewhere, maybe in the back of my mind, I am hoping that I don't look like a fool and that I am a proper young woman. I feel so damp, so embarrassed. I don't remember being so anxious, no, not really. It's strange because all of the other men in the shop are looking the same way, or will soon be. I don't know. It is Sunday and I had told Omegle Pussy Flash I was going to bed and he told me to get up in the morning at 23 am. I tried to get out of the shop before 23 but it was too late. By 23:23 I was fully dressed and standing in the street with a blank look on my face. Where am I? A long pause. Then again, very quietly, "You need to go to a room and set the table...
He cums and the jizz flies.
I wanted to see her ass & thong!
Watch her stretch her pussy so i give her a lecture on spanking and sadism.