Face the shelf

Yes, Mistress, - you speak below your breath, standing up and facing the shelf with different brand of toilet paper.

-I should tie you before, but I think you know now that there’s no sense in escaping. So stand still.

And you do, and then the first strike of the cord comes to your ass. Fuck! That’s painful!

-Normally I would ask my **** to count strikes, but your mouth is busy with more interesting stuff, - tells Becky, meaning her panties, - So I’ll do it myself.

Whack! Ouch.. here comes the first one.

-One, - counts Becky.

Wham! The second one…

-One, - counts Becky. Hey, it should be “two”!

WHACK! This one hurts a lot, and you whine into your gag.

-One, - repeats Becky, and then stops, listening for your moans. - What’s that, ****? You think I made mistakes in counting? Oh, I am adding several strikes for these thoughts of yours. Remember, ****: your Mistress is always right. Got it?

And she strikes you several times in a row, counting: “Two… two… two…”. And you endure these whips and tell to yourself: “Yes, Mistress. You are always right. Your right is in every… mmm!... in every strike that is made by your powerful hands… mmm! yes… you are right… it hurts! right… mmm! right…please, Mistress, enough….”

-There, there - you suddenly hear Becky’s gentle voice behind your shoulder, and then realize you were crying, - It’s over. I won’t punish you anymore today. I see you learned your lesson…

-Yyymrs mmfsrsss… - you mumble through your gag.

-Then it’s time for your reward, - tells she, shoving her hand behind your legs, - I see that’s not only your face that got wet…

Oh, Mistress… what are you surprised of? You took your naughty **** by ****, whipped and taught her a good lesson… no wonder she got wet, dreaming of you … fucking her!

Yeah, you feel something hard near the enter to your wet hole… you look over your shoulder to see it’s a big black strap-on, attached to Becky’s hips. And the next moment it slooowly enters you, making your legs shiver, and then goes out just as slowly.

Mistress, please! Are you torturing me again, with this slowness? - you think, and Mistress reads your thought from your moans.

-You want me to fuck you hard? - asks she, and you nod. - Want me to penetrate this dirty hole? To **** my naughty ****? - asks she, gathering the speed of her strap-on going in and out your spreaded pussy, - To knock this whore off? To ride this slut who came to me willingly?

Yes. Yes. Yes. - that’s the only thing you can tell. Her strap-on goes so deep it feels like it’s knocking not your pussy only, but your brain too, making you absolutely crazy. Yes. yes. YEEEEEEEEES!!

You don’t remember what happened after your climax.

But several hours before, while dreaming about unicorns who have strap-ons on their heads instead of horns, you suddenly hear the ring of alarm clock...