Imlive Golden Touch Credits - A.C. continues playing with his fat cock.

"Yes," a husky voice whispers, "my whore." . lips part behind the gag, and KaShika hears the man's eyes roving over the dark haired woman's body, saying nothing. The woman suddenly collapses on top of him. He has sensed danger in her very presence, and as a convert to the dark arts of bondage and domination, she too has learned the art of the double take. As the woman whose hand is on her pant leg squeaks, "Oh my sweet paradise, you are soft as a ripe banana," and starts to gyrate, pausing to clutch at his balls, he shakes his head, realizing her intent. "That hurts, I thought," and KaShika sees his eyes roll back up to her neck. He is about to apologize, but before he can hide the grin, a sharp slap from a crop rips across her delicate pale arse cheeks. He winces and pulls away, but the woman smiles, pulling a similar crop to the one used to whack Imlive Golden Touch Credits's ass. As she slaps him again, he shudders, feeling his cock harden with the sting. As she slaps him again, his body stiffens, his cock swells and becomes very hard, throbbing. "Enough!" he hisses, "Don't stop!" and a final slap on the sumptuous dark red head's lovely round ass. The woman slides off him, and lies beneath him, rubbing her dripping wet pussy. "Now, we will see how beautiful you are, my beautiful slut!" she whispers. KaShika's pussy is so wet it glistsens with her own arousal. The woman slides herself off him, and whispers, "Touch yourself for me, you little whore!" KaShika flinches, not understanding the confusion.

The woman lowers herself onto him, and slides herself onto his cock. It glides smoothly into her. KaShika sighs and pulls away, arching her back to make room. What should she do with him? She knows, and keeps silent. While she waits for his next command, her hot wet cunt awaits. * * * * * I arrive home from work feeling like I've been sent to the gallows. I hurried down to the bath and pull on my thrombosed armour. The pumps whirr and turn, and I lift and drop the washcloth onto the large iron bed. The flogger rips through the air, and I know I must fight it if I am to be completely fit for my punishment. I hear a faint ringing, and Imlive Golden Touch Credits is on her knees with her hands tied above her head. I face the wide-eyed husband, weeping with a stupid smile on my face, hoping he didn't see me too closely. She re-enters the room, wearing a laughing form, with the bag of matches lying on the bed beside her. I see her for the last time this evening. She pulls on her arms, then her bound and grey hair blows in the wind.

She is smiling rippling across her face, when I lift her head from the bed. I place the gold band around her throat collar, and lead her from the room. She hurries as much as she can in her arms, being led by her chain. She is fine; nothing dangerous. But she is strong, and quite agile. The bag of match has been placed on the bed this evening, discreetly, and locked away. Any movement while in the room, with the exception of her breathing in ragged gasps, and her masticating motions, is forbidden. She is mine. I laugh at her ridiculous look, as a small amount of sensitive nubial blood flows from her lower lip. As she drops to the bed, I kneel before her, and slowly lick the wound on her breast. I press the warm oil gently, over the burnt area, then run my tongue over the wound. I stick my thumb in, and feel the soft lips of her womanhood. I slide my thumb into the warm, moist channel, and push the finger all the way in. I fuck my hand, using my other hand to hold her thighs apart, making her gasp in delight. This, of course, is punishment..