Bernadette's Trial

Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"Ohhh, but I am sweet slave Lina. Can't you feel me inside of you. Can't you feel it as I swell and grow within your cunt cunt?
"Squeeze me Lina. Squeeze and milk me and when you think you may wish to climax again beg me for permission, I may grant it if you're a good slave."

My hands reach under you as you hang impaled on me. They find the rock hard nipples on your dangling breast to tease and torment as I clench and relax over and over.
 
Lina, Igor's slave assistant

Lina hears his voice taunting and teasing her -

"Ohhh, but I am sweet slave Lina. Can't you feel me inside of you? Can't you feel it as I swell and grow within your cunt … Squeeze me Lina. Squeeze and milk me and when you think you may wish to climax again beg me for permission, I may grant it if you're a good slave."

It is hard to stop cumming, but his words have warned her.

She feels him grow impossibly big within her, and her cunt muscles start to clench his cock. Drawing him deeper, then relaxing, “YESSS my Master, I feel you” spoken hoarsely.

Her breath now strained with holding back another orgasm. She fucks him with her quivering cunt, clenching, releasing, clenching, releasing. The spasms caused by this electrifying stimulation is sending white hot jolts through her body. She tightens and releases, faster, doing his bidding, milking his cock, squeezing his cock.

“Aaahaaaii…” the moan a long drawn-out senseless utterance, over and over, each moan clearly signaling that she is closer and closer to the ultimate release again. She almost loses the battle when his fingers close around her nipples.

She has forgotten Bernadette, Rahl, everything except the reality of his huge hard cock in her and his order to not cum until he permits it.

“Please Master,” she pants, “please let me cum. Let this slut slave cum on your cock, Master. Please, please let me cum and please you, Master.”

Using every ounce of willpower she possesses, Lina staves off her impending orgasm.

“PLEASE MASTER, Let me CUM.”
 
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Igor Stravinski:

That desperation was what I'd waited for. A hand moves from nipple to ass and as two fingers invade that tight opening into your body the finger and thumb that had been pinching and rolling your nipple clamp down, twist and pull it.

At the same time my lean hips pull my cock back until just the head remains to keep you open. Then they slam forward to drive allll the way into your farthest depths again as I growl, "Noooow slavvvvvve now as my balls empty into you cummmmmmmm," and the fingers fuck your ass hard and deeply as my wrist twists side to side.
 
Lina - slave assistant

"Noooow slavvvvvve now as my balls empty into you cummmmmmmm."
Lina’s body jerks at the long-awaited command.

The fingers in her ass stretching and hurting, the nipple of her breast cruelly twisted and pulled, add to her already over-stimulated body. When he rears back and rams his massive cock into her cunt, brutally stretching and filling her to capacity she cums.

“HAAAAAAAAaahhhhHAAAAAAAAA” His seed starts shooting into her.

And cums.

And cums.

The loud primal noises she makes bounce and ricochet off the walls of the chamber. The screams are translated via the huge monitor to Bernadette, cause the hair on the back of her neck to rise. Bernadette bites her lip in fear, not noticing when it bleeds and begins to run down her chin.

Lina, once again has left the building so to speak. Her mind closes and only the spasmodic jerks her body still makes gives evidence that she lives.
 
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Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

I stand rigid and still, cock as deepy buried into my slave as is possible as I fill her again and again with stream after jet after thick spurt of my seed. Each as copious as the last and forced out past the fleshy plug of my cock as her cunt squeezes and milks it even when she again loses consciousness. A steady flow of cum flows out to join the pool of her juices on the stones below her.

I remain still basking in her minstrations, conscious and unconscious as I look into the camera above the monitor where I watch Bernadette.

When I see the trickle of blood slowly flowing toward her chin my nostrils flare, my fist clenches and I stare transfixed as I think, 'Yes Bernadette, soon I will lick that trickle of blood. Soon I will taste even that part of you any time you bleed for me. It will be the aphrodisiac that fuels my lust, desires and passion my little one.'


To Rahl & dwarves:

'Worms if ANY of you touch her blood you die.
'It is for me and me alone. When it stops flowing you may use a Clean cloth to wipe it off and it will be brought to me immediately.'
 
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I am transfixed by the scene on the monitor. I watch as the Dark Lord’s grips his huge phallus and crams it into Lina. Lina’s face contorts as he pokes into her anus with his hard fingers and her nipple is stretched impossibly.

The trio above me has ceased all action as they stand staring at the monitor as well. As if on cue, they all reach for their sickening members and begin to stroke in unison as Lina starts to beg for her Lord to let her cum.

The air swooshes out of my lungs as he starts to release his seed into her. Fear travels through me, icy as I hear that animal scream and watch the fluid start to run from her body. I feel a twinge, deep in my sex, a realization that he will serve me the same way, finally sinking in, gripping me.

The foul trio above again spatters me with their fetid juice. I squeeze my eyes shut and shudder. I don’t have much hope left that I will be saved from this.
 
The Trio ,cummmming too

Watching the master cum they begin again to stroke their long festering cocks. The darwves have scurried down near Bernadettes swollen cunt and begin to cum grinning and moaning as they watch their gray-green fluids stream out and down.

Rahl warns them his voice high and screeching. "Don't harm her you usless piles of dog shit.! You know what the master said no bruises no scratches! and dont drink the blood it is to be left for him."

Rahl himself wants so bad to bend down and with his coarse tongue lap up the blood that is on her lips.

The dwarves cry in unison "Yes, Rahl we understand. We just want to give her some more of our splendid cum."

They continue this time stroking each others cocks stripping the last of the cum from them.

"Disgusting is't it? Rahl says to Bernadette how they do and say everything in unison like that it's cause they are so much genetically alike you know spawned from the same person actually they're clones. Amazing isn't it when you think of it their so alike that they feel each other pleasure. That's why they try so hard to please each other they give thier own selves pleasure that way. Simply amazing.'

And when they get mad at each other you wouldn't believe what they do. Why Ive seen Leftren throw himself down a full flight of stairs knowing how much pain he causes his brother. And Righors he'll bite himself till he bleeds just to make his brother cry out in pain of course he cries too he can't help it thats the way they are. Watch this

"Clean up your mess you two slime worms Now!


"You first." Leftron cried knowing how good it would taste to him when his brother started laping up Bernadettes cunt.

"No, my dear brother you go first" Rightros answered his tongue already dripping in anticapation.

They shrugged their shoulders and together as that was the obvious solution, they dove at her cunt their warty tongues lapping together they moaned together in delight as they swallowed every drop of putrid liquid. Rahl shook his head and turned his attention to Bernadettes heaving tits as he started cuming himself. Great gobs of cum splattered across her breasts and Rahl watched in satisfaction as he aimed at her mouth and shot the last of his cum in that direction.

"Ahhh that feels good he chortled. Did you like that Bernadette?, give me five minutes and I'll do it again. He shuddered dropping his cock and bending over. "

Now it's my turn to clean up, the master is fussy you know he doesn't want us to leave a mess." A lewd grin appeared on his ugly face as he lowered his mouth to her breasts, being carefull to make sure he doesn't block her view of the monitor.
 
As Bernadette

Every time I think it can’t get worse, it does. When the animals start to lick their disgusting fluid from my body; I can’t help but shudder in revulsion.

I try so hard not to hear Rahl’s running commentary as he expounds on the history of the twin dwarves busy between my legs. Their rasping tongues are nasty.

When Rahl shoots on me again, I can’t help it, I cry out again. “LEAVE ME ALONE. Get me out of here." And more. I don’t even know what else I've been screaming.
 
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The Acolyte Chorus

Mmm, we are sated from our last forage. Our hunt successful, four townships away, we fed until bloated.

We return in time to see Rahl wipe the blood from Bernadette’s mouth and chin. We are so filled that we don't get excited at the sight. As he leaves to bring this offering to our lord, his denizens remove Bernadette from the rings on the table and lead her to the facet on the wall. Hooking her neck ring to the chain, we laugh as she cringes and screams in the cold water. Good thing that they have remembered to clean her properly. Master would kill them if any of their spunk remains on her body.

The antics of the ugly gnomes please us greatly as we see them fumble at the huge armoire, trying to see into it and gather what is necessary for Bernadette’s cleansing.

As we leave, we hear her cry out again. We don’t see why, we just must go digest.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

I remain standing between Lina's legs letting my penis soak in our combined fluids deep in her cunt. Lina's still off in the depths of her orgasm, in that twilight world only those adherents of pleasure and pain can ever find. Her cunt is still milking me mindlessly as she's in a partial swoon from all the sensations her body's fed her mind, enough to cause this state.

I watch the slugs on the monitor as they deepen Bernadette's humiliation and heighten her fear of them. Her cry to be released brings a near feral smile as that will never happen. Never. She's been claimed and should she too be unable to produce an off spring for me then she will join Lina in servitude and become one of my personal slaves and playthings.

When I see Rahl, the miserable little toad, gently clean the blood from Bernadette's bitten lips with a clean linen cloth and head out of camera range toward the door, my cock swells and lurches in the tight grip of Lina's cunt. I know that in minutes it will be in my hands and that I'll be savoring the scent of her blood and then it's taste as I suck the cloth dry to taste her for the first time.

Lina may be allowed to rest sooner than expected and Bernadette may find herself in my bed sooner too.
 
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Rahl

Rahl carefully wipes the blood from Bernadette's face with clean white linen. His gnarly hands are shaking with lust. As he feels his disproportionately sized cock grow large he takes a hand and brutally bends his shaft, causing deliberate wrenching pain to stave off the lust. He must be able to give his Master this gift of Bernadette’s and not be tempted to plunder the virgin blood himself.

With a growl he commands the dwarves, “Get her down from the table to the wall and rinse her off properly slime worms. Rinse her off and gather the rest of the equipment needed from the chest. No more torment for now parasites, no more fun. Don’t do anything but rinse her until I return, Ugly Shits. I find more marks on her, you’ll pay dearly.”

Leaving the stone room below, he walks his disjointed gait to his Master’s playroom. Knocking and calling, “I bring you the first blood of Bernadette Master...”
 
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Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

"Enter you misbegotten worm and pray to whatever it is you pray to her blood is unsullied."

I remain standing between Lina's thighs with my still erect cock buried and soaking in our mixed cum and her cunt juices.

When Rahl approaches and grovels at my feet lifting the clean white linen bearing my virgin ' bride's ' blood to me with bowed head.

I take it from your hand an note a thumb print of cum on the corner where you've gripped the cloth.

In a very low voice full of anger, "Bring me a whip, not a flogger you worthless piece of rat shit. You didn't wash your hands first and left some of you foul spew on the cloth.
"The only reason you'll not be flayed of all of your skin is that it didn't foul her blood."

As Rahl crawls to obey I look into the monitor, into Bernadette's eyes as I raise the cloth under my nose and inhale slowly and deeply.

The scent of her blood races through me. Fills me with the need to taste it... and her, all of her. The growl of hunger and lust slowly fills the room blanketing Rahl's whimpers and whines and Lina's moans as she begins to return to consciousness again.

Still looking into Bernadette's eyes in the monitor I begin to lick the cloth and suck on it filling my mouth with the essence of her life, and driving my needs and desire for her up by prodigious leaps.
 
As Bernadette

Whatever I have been screaming is taken from me in a shriek when I realize the dwarves have manhandled (dwarvehandled? my brain gibbers foolishly), me to the wall, again snapping the chain to my neck dousing me with cold water.

The water does revive me. Able to move out of its direct path, I start to rub the muck from me – sounds of revulsion grunted out of my parched throat. When I lean in to drink, my eye catches the monitor. There he is, still anchored to Lina, like a dog to a bitch. Taking a cloth from the sniveling Rahl, he looks directly at me.

Oh my god, it’s got my blood on it. This barely registers when I see him inhale deeply and begin to lick and suck at my blood on the cloth. His animal grunts loudly proclaiming his awful desire. My skin creeps and crawls with revulsion and then stark terror. I recoil from his eyes, I can’t stand to look and huddle again, holding my legs around me, rocking and hiding.
 
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Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

I can feel her feelings and that too adds to my arousal. My growls increase as does my desire to take her, claim her and mark her as mine, my personal property and all the protection that gives her, although she has no idea how extensive that is as yet.

Unconsciously my hips slowly draw back, as I'm sucking the blood from the cloth and imagining the taste when it's still hot, then ram forward to drive onto Lina's cervix again as another, unbidden, gout of sperm leaves my cock to fill her cunt again and add to the strings dripping into the pool under her cunt.
 
Lina - slave assistant

Lina immerges from her dark tunnel to find her Lord still using her cunt. He’s bigger than ever and she feels more semen pulsing into her already overflowing hole.

But he’s not attending to Lina, his eyes are riveted on the screen, his mouth seemingly glued to a cloth even as his hips move. Lina’s eyes narrow as she determines what has taken her Master’s thoughts away from her. She hates it. This Bernadette bitch is again taking the attention he should be giving her.

Lina clenches her cunt down on her Lord’s cock, sending a wave through herself she doesn’t even try to restrain. She clenches tighter and tighter and manages to cum without permission, sneaky cumming, little waves, but sure to get his attention.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

I know what Lina's done. Lina knows what happens if she climaxes without permission. Lina's feelings of jealousy are also known and will be delt with forthwith, as will her interrupting my pleasurable reflections.

I step back drawing my cock from her hot depths. The plug my cock had been removed, my trapped cum streams out of her to flow into the pool under her increasing it's size quite a bit.

Wordlessly I move to the locks and spin the Bondage ring so that it's upright again.

Without a word each of her legs is released from their bonds then the waist belt. Last are her wrists as she dangles helplessly in the air shivering in anticipation of what's to come as she can see the anger in my eyes for her blatant disobedicence and more.

I wrap an arm around her waist and release her wrists. Now she's draped and hanging head and feet down as I carry her from the room with a growl to Rahl, "Bring the whip slug and the box of needles too."

I don't wait for his reply, but hear the, "Yesss Master." and the evil glee in his voice for he know Lina will be punished and soon be screaming in pain and not lust and passion.

Three doors down I open the door to a room and Lina begins to whimper for she know's this is the home of the Devil's Finger and I'm obviously going to have her ride it as a part of her punishment.

One of the switches inside the door is flicked and with a *hissss-pop* the gas torches lining the wall flare to life illuminating the Devil's Finger.

Lina's put down on all fours. "Crawl to it bitch. Lick and kiss all of it and beg it to teach you obedience and a proper attitude toward my 'bride'."

She slowly crawls to the upright post with the big wooden dildo on it's top and begins to obey.
 
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Igor Stravinski, The Lord-to the Chorus:

'Wake slatternly sluts. Wake Now I command it.
'Go to the dungeon and get my bride. Take her to the baths and prepare her for me.
'Clean her inside and out for I will have her ass tonight also.
'Make her as beautiful as you can and be certain she sees what you're doing.
'When she's in my quarters and secured to the bed appropriately one of you come and tell me.
'Now move sluts or you don't feed for two days nor feel my touches, my gifts of pleasure and pain for far longer than two days.' I think to them all.
 
The Acolyte Chorus

Roused by our Master’s command to prepare Bernadette, we sluggishly wake and then hurry to descend to the stone room. Scattering the dwarves, we appear before Bernadette. I nudge her with a foot to get her attention and the look on her face when she sees us before her is priceless.

“Save your scream Bernadette, we aren’t here to hurt you.” I can afford to be magnanimous, I am still full.

“I am Sabine, these are Genia, Anis, and Charl. It’s our job to clean you properly for your introduction to your Lord.”

Removing the chain, we haul her up and move through the estate to the baths. We send calming to her, it makes it so much easier to manage.

“Not very talkative eh? Well, that’s all right too. Have you eaten? Good, one less thing to worry about. Here we are.”

Taking Bernadette by the arms, we lower her into a tub of hot water. Genia and Anis begin her scrubbing as Charl and I begin to assemble the tools we need.

“Not so rough do you think she is a peasant? Don’t bother hissing at me Anis, just pay attention. We are in enough trouble for using her earlier.” Ah, Bernadette’s head snaps up at that.

“Yes Bernadette, we fed from you, not the blood, but the terror, although we do need blood too,” I pause watching her eyes widen, ”but we wouldn’t dare touch a drop of your blood. You have special purpose.”

At my orders the others haul her out of the tub and begin to shave every hair from her body except of course for her head. How her eyes widen then squeeze shut when she sees the razor. At its cold touch her skin ripples and jumps and I have to be so gentle in explaining that we aren’t here to hurt her.

“You must watch us Bernadette. Master requires it unless you want to be served as Lina.”

We all hide smiles when her eyes snap open and she watches the blade pass over her, four or five hands following in its wake to make sure no stubble is left behind. Finally satisfied, she is brought to her feet before a mirror and the douche and enema are inserted with only a soft pleading whine from Bernadette.
Warning Bernadette to hold in the water, I apply the odorless conditioner to her hair. No scents, no scented soap, no perfume, Master wants nothing but her own scent to be on her. We stand in distaste as I allow Bernadette to finally void her bowels.

Another rinsing in the rub, she’s clean. We dry her and leave the baths. We enter the bridal chamber and sit her before a mirror. She stares at her reflection for a long moment. Genia does her hair, pretty short, but curly, and waves it around her face. Charl does her makeup.

Anis gets the gown. A flowing diaphanous white thing. Suitable for a bride. It is tight through the breast and is slit all around so her legs will show when she walks. It won’t be on her long, no doubt, but it is as much her wedding dress for her psychological ideal as for our lord’s pleasure of ripping it from her.

We stand her again before the mirror. She does look beautiful. Innocent. Virginal. We leave her mind, and watch as the terror sets in again. Her eyes are wild and her chest begins to heave.

Snapping a chain to her collar, I tug to get her moving, ah, I love that. Watching her face when she realizes we can’t be seen in the mirror. We lead her from the chamber and take her to our Lords. Passing her chain through the loop at the head of the bed, I fasten it, and we back out of the room.

I bid the others to away, and head to the Devil Room to report to my Lord.
 
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The trio

"Damn Acolytes they get alll the best jobs." the dwarves whined in unison. "

I would have liked to lick her butt clean, Lefthron sniffed."

"I would have done a better job righthros retorted, my tongue is longer", he stuck the lesioned warty thing out to prove his point.

"Is not" and Lefthron stuck out his equally ulgy tongue.

"Shut up you two before I cut out both you tongues and beat you to death with them."

"Do it! Do it they chorused we love pain."

"Then I'll not!" Rahl smirked I'll just let you figure out how to create your own pain."

Kick me down the stairs one said."

"Yes I'd love to!" the other one replied knowing that it would hurt him more than it hurt his twin. "No don't" the the other screamed reading his mind
"It seems strange that they even talk as they read each other s minds so easily," Rahl remarked to no one in particular.
 
As Bernadette

When I open my eyes and find four women staring down at me I almost scream. My mind buckles and jerks with the thought of another bout of filth from this place. The lead lady identifies herself and the others and I forget their names as soon as she speaks them.

She tells me the purpose of their visit and I am quite shaken until they lead me from the awful stone room. Up and up we go, it seems a dream as I listen to her talk while they lower me into a blessed hot tub of water.

“Yes Bernadette, we fed from you, not the blood, but the terror, although we do need blood too… but we wouldn’t dare touch a drop of your blood. You have special purpose.”

Scrubbing the filth and foul from me, their hands lull me and I feel almost peaceful. Until they take me from the tub and lay me on the floor. The fright clenches my soul as I see the razor poised against my body. She speaks again telling me how they won’t hurt me, it’s just to shave. Her words soothe me and I close my eyes, until she adds –

“You must watch us Bernadette. Master requires it unless you want to be served as Lina.”

Lina’s plight is enough to bring my mind in focus and I watch as the razor glides over my skin, removing my public hair, underarm hair and the light fuzz on my legs. They hands running over my freshly shaved skin is a balm. When they raise me and place a tube in my anus and in my vagina, I whimper, but far away, in this dream. Bade to hold the water, I feel a massage on my scalp and finally can void the liquid from my body.

Another rinse and soft towels are used to dry me. My teeth are brushed and I am led from the room to another. It’s almost pretty, feminine. I am lulled further as they dress me and fix my hair.

When I look into the mirror, I see a pretty me. The me I was before the death of my parents. I reach to touch the mirror. I come to with a start and it hits me again. This is still the nightmare, just a new part.

These women have just sealed my fate I guess. When one hooks a chain to the collar at my neck, I can’t see her in the mirror. My body goes cold and I start to shake as she tugs me from the room. Leading me as an animal to slaughter – to doom and death no doubt. I couldn’t ever live as Lina does, thriving on pain and humiliation. Down a long corridor, opening and passing through a huge elaborate door.

Leading me to a marriage bed. My marriage bed. I am so cold. She clicks the chain onto a ring at the center of the bed. They leave me chained to the bed. I’m so tired, cold. I curl up in a ball and will myself to sleep, to dream of before.
 
Sabine – Acolyte Chorus Leader

Pausing at the door to Master’s Devil Room – I knock. Entering at his bidding, not meeting his eyes, I bring him the news that his bride waits in his chamber as ordered.

As I continue to look down, I assure him that all the preparations were carried out and that Bernadette watched herself being made ready. I choose not to see Lina, not wanting the same fate. Although Lina and I are poles apart, she a failed bride, and I, a real vampire of my Lord’s realm, it isn’t good to cross him. It’s never good to cross him.

As I wait for his response, I get nervous and start to second-guess my preparations. No, I assure myself, we did correctly in all things. It’s what we are good at.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord:

After a pause, a single fingertip presses upward under your chin until you're looking into my fathomless eyes, "Good Sabine.. I'm pleased.
"Tonight you will be rewarded, next time it will be one of the others.
"Attend me as I prepare myself Sabine and you will also help to lessen my lust before I go to my bride.
"I'll meet you in my bath chambers in a few moments. Prepare yourself for me Sabine, all of you."
 
Sabine

I smile into my Lord’s eyes as he tells me how he is pleased.
Ah, it isn’t desirous to cross my Lord. But is delicious to be the one receiving his reward.

“As you wish Lord.” I nod and vanish to my own bath.

Bernadette’s preparation and mine are quite different. No need to shave of course, nor the degradation of an enema. Those are of human necessity, not my kin. But I do love a bath, and must be careful not to have a scent of the blood I’ve gorged on tonight to linger.

My long hair piled on to my head is shining, red gold. I wear nothing else, no adornment, and no collar such as Bernadette and Lina wear.

The thought of being with my lord has engorged my breasts, causing the nipples to become distinct and hard. As I materialize in my Master’s bath to wait for him, I am grateful to him for this chance to be with him.

Preparing his water and laying out the appropriate garments for his wedding night, I think of the last time I was rewarded. It has been a long time. My cunt quivers with excitement as I kneel beside the bath and wait for my lord.
 
Igor Stravinski, The Lord-with Sabine:

OOC: Time split while I wait for poor sick Spiritual Love to recover and return. She will be taking the role of Lina.

IC:

Now that Lina has been positioned as I wish and Rahl has my instructions it's time to turn my attention to Sabine and then my bride.

It takes only moments to materialize in the bath chamber, where I see Sabine awaits as instructed.

"You may undress me Sabine and pay proper homage to your Lord and Master."
 
Sabine

I move quickly to obey my lord. I rise, sliding up his hard tall body, allowing myself to be teased with the feel of his clothes against my nipples, tits, belly and legs.

Unbuttoning his dark shirt, my lips trace a path as my hands draw it from his body. My moves slow and sensuous, I touch him as much as I can with my body. His flesh is hot against me, burning from contact straight to my cunt.

Urging him back to the bench by the bath, I take my lord’s leg and straddle it slowly, moving my pussy against the hard leather of his boot; I bend to remove it. When I feel his other booted foot on my ass, I pull.

“Ahhhhh,” I moan, as the leather scrapes along my clit sending a shiver through me. Still straddling his leg as I remove his sock, my hips still move on him, only stopping to place his leg on the floor and straddle his other leg.

The same procedure, although I get to feel his naked foot against my ass. Turning to face my lord, I bid him rise, to unfasten his trousers. When I bring forth his cock to ease it’s way without getting caught in the descent of his trousers, I marvel anew at the size and girth.
When he steps from his trousers, I urge him to sit again, and looking up into his eyes, I kneel between his outstretched legs and using my hands, my lips, my tongue and body, I massage up one leg, then the other, leaving a trail of my saliva and pussy juice on him.

Looking in his eyes again, I move to his cock, and lick it’s length and savor the drop of his fluid as it collected at the tip. Moving my lips down to bathe his heavy ball sack, I inhale his powerful, intoxicating scent that sends another shiver to my clit. I move lower still, to bathe his asshole. My hands stroke his cock and lightly trace his balls as I tongue his ass, hearing the hiss of his breath as I push inside him.

My hips move to the motion of my mouth on my master, I can smell my own fluid as it begins to leak down my thigh. I retrace my path, to his balls, my cool hands stroking and caressing where my lips can’t be. Finally reaching the head of his cock, I open my mouth wide and slowly suck my way down his cock. The sensation causes me to moan as his heavy meat fills my mouth. My throat opens to accept all of him I can get inside, and I start to move up and back against him, fucking his cock with my face.

"Does this please you Master?" No need to speak, he hears me quite clearly.
 
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