Mistress Chiristine commanded athletic ventures while she spied the man's naked flexation causing beads of sweat. Each push up was completed under her guidance and watchful gaze. Her eyes were serving to partially satiate a venomous appetite for domination of her sex toy. A single pump rested on the moving shoulder to apply pressure as she moistened her middle finger. Cameras caught moisture dripping simultaneously from her man slave's invisible vacuoles as well as down the length of a thigh.
He was positioned on his knees while Mistress Chiristine played the role of a tease, mesmerizing the senses with her manipulation.
Phases move the love slave to complete longing and venerability when the air in the small room gives way to entangled pheromones. Her never timid tongue runs a serpentine route down his smooth back, which she will soon punish. Meanwhile, her hands embrace tactily the length of the upright body, teasing his senses with her fingertips.
"Oh the longing, to erupt in bliss and mirth wound me," however the end of this venture and all it's soon to come erotica out weigh any thoughts of rebellion."
My knees under pressure but forgotten in this kind embrace which precedes my submission to lustful servitude. Her touch was like the feeling of so many warm liquids. So taboo is the whip and the domination but I cannot stop my need.
He is reaching a point when his eyes convey the room's disappearance; a clear area where the only pinnacle of light is the mistress of darkness; this prized and glorious lover and deliverer of pain. The penis is dripping moistness rivaling the anticipatory fluid found on her limber and lushes thighs. Those strong muscular legs for carrying the frame of angelic creation but also used to trap a body in the position of oral slavery.
Her Garter attaches to stockings by straps which cross her ready thighs and celebrate the legs which are currently employed to immobilize her prey. She arches her back, her high heels entangled around his naked core while she holds and forces his face to take her offering. It seems that her insistence draws him on. Her grasping of the face, the chin and cheek with thumb and four fingers to meet his gaze and insist on submission
"Oh mistress Chiristine," he begs, his tongue prodding inside her warmness and spreading her labia menorah with precision in the manner of his life's job. To make a mistake and hinder the progression to orgasm could mean more lashes later and so the slave is cautious to stimulate every part of Chiristine's lovely pinkness. The tongue is cupped as to cover the entire surface while the tongues tip massages her waiting erect clitoris. Even when his eyes are closed in his duty to serve he knows by Chiristines motions and the wet stream of her nectar that she is watching his motions, her brown eyes both appreciative but also authoritative. One wrong move now, one sign of any apparent disinterest would almost certainly lead to intense pain.