Chaturbate Meme's Profile

Languages: English

Location: CB

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 20

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One male and one female. Tender foreplay. Massages. Music." She raised the jelly in the bowl, and he set about starting it on high. The popping was still there, but the taste was more pronounced in the women. As he heated it up, He took a sip and then a long swallow. "It will take some practice to develop a strong, healthy cocksuck for Mistress," he noted, "but for now, I think this is the best you can make use of what little training you have." He moved around behind her, and starting with the back of her neck, slowly slid his hands upward, over her breasts, and over her stomach, leaving her somewhat naked. He continued massaging her flesh as his hands moved up her stomach, above her round head, to her mound, just above her glistening cunt. She squirmed, but he could see her tense up beneath Him. He knew she was excited by his touch, by the way she looked, by the bulge forming in her panties. They had never been seen before; pink and purple and lilac and mauve, studded with just the tiniest amount of white. Shaila looked almost naked. He wondered if she'd be able to stand the pink smudges on her panties. If so, she must be able to move while they were on, because when he began massaging her sex, or rather, the underside of it, the aroused look on her face would make him hesitate before launching into her, lest he offend her by doing so. He was always careful to caress her nakedness, to ease the tension that often suffused her mind as she climaxed, to tease her with touch and make her feel like a complete slut, then unceremoniously dropped the pads and shorts into a pile of trash at His feet.

He rarely, if ever, punished her for casual nudity, though. She'd always accepted that she was beautiful, and she always felt beautiful. On occasion, he'd seem to find some little way to denude her of some sexual potency, but he never got carried away. He often ended up fingering her and looking into her eyes, witnessing her reactions to the things He'd done. Sometimes a girl just became dependent on a man's touch, on the feel of a man, for sexual liberation, but mostly it just led to the same responses, the same feelings. She became addicted to the sexual excitement of unnecessary suffering. "Is he comfortable?" she was asked, and often in the confusion she had while asking, He found that the intensity of the feelings she was feeling were considerably more pleasurable than He had anticipated. His desire had surpassed hers, for now. "Yes. I think so. You have practiced for a long time to become a dominatrix. I think that having to compete with other people for this simple prize really turns you on." She smiled, her expression soft and mysterious, as she spoke. She wanted this as much as he did, despite their occasional tiff and even occasional run-in (the first few minutes being especially exciting for Him) and their occasional fits of passion (the last two decades, apart from the constant, unrelenting barrage of sexual frustration he drove her to get off, and the constant withdrawal from it). It had been a huge step for her, and he…Well, he was amazed at how fast she had come to accept herself, to accept her submission to Him. He'd thought to himself that she was only a dom, a sub, but…She was really a pervert, a masochist, and a slut-owner…. She called Him Master.

Sometimes he'd laugh and joke around with her. He loved hearing her laugh along with Him. But then she'd just look at Him and shiver…Masturbating with a man while He watched…Her hands would be covered in pussies. They would use their tiffs to get something off their hands. They would both get up to leave. She wouldn't…No, she'd postpone the parting of the cheeks until she'd thought a bit better. She'd finally come to terms with the fact that He was controlling her. She could never take it for granted that He'd been so generous to her, so understanding, so possessive. And now she realized…She hadn't remembered Him at all. Or at least not in the erotic sense. She had to throw her hair from her shoulders, cut off her skirt, and go to the bedroom on the bed. She opened the door, and, in a daze, walked inside. The package had slipped out of the deliverator, but she could find no one in the castle who would look after it. She went to the shop, and came back inside. The orders had been the key to the secret dungeon…but what was it she was up to, anyway?.

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