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walls, wanting penetration, wanting release, even as her ass cheeks ached from punishment, hot against the cold vinyl beneath.
"Oh, please..." she moaned, and then squeaked as he slapped her face.
"I said no begging. You're not trying at all to obey me," he snapped. "This would all go a lot easier for you if you'd just try. Is this how you serve your Master?"
She sobbed as he left to visit the wall again, and returned with a small vial. He tipped it against his finger and then slid his finger over her clit. Oh, oh no... The tingle started immediately, and then reached a steady teasing burn. She bucked on the table, pushed beyond endurance. The bondage, the ache of her nipples, the burning in her clit, the soreness of her thighs and bottom. He grabbed her face in rough hands.
"Listen to me. Focus. Do not come. I don't care how you manage it. I'm going to tease you, and then I'm going to stop. You restrain yourself."
"Yes, Master," she somehow managed to say. She tensed as the vibrations began on her clit. Don't, don't, don't , she thought to herself. Just don't. He took it off and she sighed, still tingling from the oil he'd applied to her. Twice more she managed to restrain herself despite his assault, and finally, with a nod of approval, he put the buzzing tool away. Tears were still leaking from her eyes, and she was exhausted. He waited a minute or two, and then he ran fingers up the insides of her thighs.
"I enjoyed that very much, although I doubt you did." She was too wrung out to answer, although she attempted a smile. He patted her stomach and then removed the biting clamps. The remaining traces of his cum were mixed with sweat now, and she was so tired, even the aching sting of blood rushing back into her nipples didn't move her to respond. "Rest another minute, and then you can kneel down here and clean up the mess you made."
She swallowed, knowing she'd be cleaning it with her tongue. Soon he uncuffed her arms and legs and helped her kneel on wobbly knees as she lapped at her juices and the more bitter taste of the arousing oil. When that task was done, the vinyl table cleaned to his exacting standards, he took her to shower. He watched her the whole time, cleaning her pussy and clit himself so she couldn't take too long at it. She was glad at least that the oil was gone, washed away by the balm of warm water. But even after the shower, a half hour after the last stimulation, she was still wet and aroused. He pulled her back out to the play space and finally dug in the black bag.
What he produced was a harness. It was wider in the front, with a plate that covered her clit and pussy. It narrowed in the back to a thin strip of leather. Two dildos were affixed to it. Molly gulped, taking in the black, forbidding contraption. She shook her head as he picked up the vial of itching, teasing oil again and dripped a healthy dose onto both dildos. He gave her a look then, and uttered four unwelcome words.
"Bend over the table."
She could have fought him. She could have run screaming. God, she wanted to. But what she did was bend over the table so he could work the two thick dildos into her ass and pussy. She pressed her cheek against the vinyl and prayed for fortitude. What had her Master told her? "I coddle you shamelessly." She saw now that it was true. Again, almost immediately, the sting transformed to ache and she was kept painfully aware of her filled-but-unused holes. One more cruel stroke of the oil across her clit. Aagghh … He paused, pinching it roughly.
"Oh my," he breathed against her ear. "Still so slick, still so swollen. You must feel desperately horny right now. Desperately aroused."
"I do, Master," she replied in a rasping, halting voice. "I want to come so bad."
"But you won't, will you? And now..." He pulled the front of the harness up between her legs, over her aching, tingling mons . "Now you simply won't have the ability. The oil will be enough of an irritant to keep the penetration from
"Oh, please..." she moaned, and then squeaked as he slapped her face.
"I said no begging. You're not trying at all to obey me," he snapped. "This would all go a lot easier for you if you'd just try. Is this how you serve your Master?"
She sobbed as he left to visit the wall again, and returned with a small vial. He tipped it against his finger and then slid his finger over her clit. Oh, oh no... The tingle started immediately, and then reached a steady teasing burn. She bucked on the table, pushed beyond endurance. The bondage, the ache of her nipples, the burning in her clit, the soreness of her thighs and bottom. He grabbed her face in rough hands.
"Listen to me. Focus. Do not come. I don't care how you manage it. I'm going to tease you, and then I'm going to stop. You restrain yourself."
"Yes, Master," she somehow managed to say. She tensed as the vibrations began on her clit. Don't, don't, don't , she thought to herself. Just don't. He took it off and she sighed, still tingling from the oil he'd applied to her. Twice more she managed to restrain herself despite his assault, and finally, with a nod of approval, he put the buzzing tool away. Tears were still leaking from her eyes, and she was exhausted. He waited a minute or two, and then he ran fingers up the insides of her thighs.
"I enjoyed that very much, although I doubt you did." She was too wrung out to answer, although she attempted a smile. He patted her stomach and then removed the biting clamps. The remaining traces of his cum were mixed with sweat now, and she was so tired, even the aching sting of blood rushing back into her nipples didn't move her to respond. "Rest another minute, and then you can kneel down here and clean up the mess you made."
She swallowed, knowing she'd be cleaning it with her tongue. Soon he uncuffed her arms and legs and helped her kneel on wobbly knees as she lapped at her juices and the more bitter taste of the arousing oil. When that task was done, the vinyl table cleaned to his exacting standards, he took her to shower. He watched her the whole time, cleaning her pussy and clit himself so she couldn't take too long at it. She was glad at least that the oil was gone, washed away by the balm of warm water. But even after the shower, a half hour after the last stimulation, she was still wet and aroused. He pulled her back out to the play space and finally dug in the black bag.
What he produced was a harness. It was wider in the front, with a plate that covered her clit and pussy. It narrowed in the back to a thin strip of leather. Two dildos were affixed to it. Molly gulped, taking in the black, forbidding contraption. She shook her head as he picked up the vial of itching, teasing oil again and dripped a healthy dose onto both dildos. He gave her a look then, and uttered four unwelcome words.
"Bend over the table."
She could have fought him. She could have run screaming. God, she wanted to. But what she did was bend over the table so he could work the two thick dildos into her ass and pussy. She pressed her cheek against the vinyl and prayed for fortitude. What had her Master told her? "I coddle you shamelessly." She saw now that it was true. Again, almost immediately, the sting transformed to ache and she was kept painfully aware of her filled-but-unused holes. One more cruel stroke of the oil across her clit. Aagghh … He paused, pinching it roughly.
"Oh my," he breathed against her ear. "Still so slick, still so swollen. You must feel desperately horny right now. Desperately aroused."
"I do, Master," she replied in a rasping, halting voice. "I want to come so bad."
"But you won't, will you? And now..." He pulled the front of the harness up between her legs, over her aching, tingling mons . "Now you simply won't have the ability. The oil will be enough of an irritant to keep the penetration from
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