“Someone’s gotten a little ambitious,” she growls playfully as she takes up a riding crop and circles their Slave menacingly, blindfolding her victim before circling again. The crop’s tip cracks out from the mist to score a mark on their Slave’s delicate backside, marking her again and again as her Master is forced to watch, helpless as his new toy cries out with every blow and whimpers piteously between.
“Please Mistress! I’ll do anything!”
“Damn right you will.” *Crack!* “Now beg to eat my pussy.”
“Please Mistress, let me eat your pussy!”
*Crack! Crack!* “You can do better than that, that hardly even sounded sincere.”
The Slave whimpers meekly, writhing in pain, her pussy dripping with desire, eyes clouding over as she gazes at her Master and begs “P-please, Mistress, please, let me taste you, I want to lick your clit, I want to fuck you with my tongue, please, please let me eat your pussy.”
“You better mean it,” the Mistress growls, dropping the crop and binding the Slave’s wrists behind her back again, grabbing a fistful of hair and forcing her mouth onto her pussy. She looks deep into their Master’s eyes, purring with pleasure as she’s pleasured by their eager little sex toy, the Mistress’ hands caressing her own breasts teasingly as she makes him watch helplessly yet again. She moans low with sincere pleasure and leans slowly forward, bowing over her Master’s captive member, tugging roughly on the leash until he can’t move a muscle without chafing against one bond or another, and she licks slowly down the length of his throbbing cock, savoring his manic whimper as he thrashes futilely against his own chains.