Disclaimer: All characters involved are over the age of 18.
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A white, thick rug sprawled across the hard wood floor was the only comfortable object that lay in the room of Mistress Amber's garage. Aside from the shelves attached to the wall that were displaying an assortment of lubes, butt plugs and dildos of various shapes and sizes. Directly underneath the bottom shelf were paddles, whips, floggers and rope. Lots and lots of rope.
Another lowly slave was lead in to the room, a dog collar wrapped around his neck that attached to a chain. On the end of the chain was Mistress Amber's cum toy, Jesiah. Jesiah was the only slave that has proceeded through the Mistress' training and examinations and his reward was to be able to cum inside her pussy. A task that required gruelling amounts of servicing all her holes with his cock and restraining himself to cum. His backside was a sign of his obedience and will, as it was scarred and marked in areas and the skin had become strangely brittle.
Christian had found Mistress Amber's number in the back of a newspaper, in the advertising section. It read "have you been a bad boy?" Accompanying the headline, wrapped around the letter "B" was a rope that trailed off and lead to a number. See, Christian had come out of a relationship, and he had been a terrible lover. He had been with a girl who a nymphomaniac. He would come home and lie on the couch to find this woman sucking his cock and impaling herself on his wet prick which would lead to him cumming uncontrollably. But when it came to pleasing her, he didn't dare put his mouth anywhere near her pussy and only fucked her when he could get hard. With the regrets of his failure to support and satisfy the woman of his dreams, he had depressingly sent a text as to which Jesiah replied with an address and a time to meet.
The slave had been oblivious to everything that happened in the hour prior to his arrival: Mistress Amber has dire needs as her life revolves around sex. She called upon the naked Jesiah to calm her down before having to deal with yet another, pathetic man who didn't know how to please a woman. She sat down on her own personal recliner and he crawled over to her as she beckoned him.
"Service me, slave, I want to cum once while you fuck me, you have 30 minutes."
With his instructions clear, he set about his mission. He slowly rubbed an index finger on the inside of her thigh, moving closer and closer to her sex. Meanwhile, he trailed kisses down from base of her neck to the middle of her chest. Bypassing her clit, his hand reached up and softly groped her 34D breast. The soft, white skin contrasted to his olive tan and the sight set a flame to her left nipple; the right however, was slowly being encircled by his wet tongue and he increased his pressure, swirling it around her erect nipple. He swapped and hungrily grabbed at her right breast, leaving the erect nipple and engulfed the left, softened nipple in to his mouth. He sucked and swirled his tongue all over her smooth skin. He clamped down on the now erect nipple and nibbled away while working the other nipple in between his fingers.
Mistress Amber could not stand it anymore. Her vagina started to gush and she could feel the fire inside her flame up and spread to her loins. "My clit" she moaned as Jesiah resumed the kissing, pressing his lips on her mound as he reached the edge of her underwear. He swept his tongue on the inside but never pushed the boundaries as he did not want to upset his Mistress. He began gliding his hands on the inside of her thighs, brushing over her stockings that rode mid-thigh.
