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Sometimes she would deliberately allow some food to miss her mouth and run down her chin, knowing that Don would gently clean her up with his napkin - and then pinch her nipples hard for thirty seconds as a punishment. Mmmmm…. After dinner Don would rise from his chair and proceed to the living room. Anita would follow and while Don was settling himself in his favorite chair she would turn on the television and stand beside it, waiting his instructions. He would tell her what show or movie he wanted to watch and Anita would set it up for him, adjusting the volume to his preference once it began. Then at his nod, indicating that everything was correct, Anita would quickly return to the kitchen to remove and store her apron before returning to kneel beside his blowjob chair, naked once more but for her collar. Often he would absently stroke her hair or massage her neck while he watched, and this always made her wish she could purr for him. After a while he would generally snap ball licking his fingers and point to the floor in front of his feet and Anita would hasten to take her position there, where she would loosen and remove each of his shoes in turn, placing them beside his chair. Then at a second snap of his fingers she would get on her hands and knees facing the screen, her legs parted and her behind directly in front of him. As soon as she was properly positioned he would raise his feet from the floor and rest them on the small of her back, using her suckingdick as a footstool. Sometimes she couldn’t help but imagine the people she worked with seeing her at this moment of utter oral submission - and a shiver would run through her entire body. Then she and Don would watch together; he in his chair, she on her hands and knees. But that wasn’t all, not nearly. Whenever he felt like it - during commercials, for instance - Don would remove his feet from her back and sit forward in his chair. Then he would begin to fondle Anita, lightly stroking with his fingertips the welts he had raised on her behind and thighs, wetting his fingers in her pussy, teasing the entrance to her anal passage, even kneeling and straddling her from behind, seizing her by the hips and crudely rubbing his erection up and down between her ass cheeks. Oh god, if she hadn’t felt completely like his slave-girl and possession by then this treatment never failed to cast its spell over her. And she was not permitted to move. Nor was she allowed to moan, whimper or cry out, no matter what the provocation. Though she always did. This was partially because she couldn’t help it, of course, but also because the punishment for disobedience was yet another hard slap on the behind for each infraction. Sometimes she was so noisy that she was ordered upstairs - still on hands and knees - to fetch her ball-gag and bring it back to him, dangling by its strap from her teeth. On these occasions she often had to make more than one trip in order to fetch one or more of her other toys - dildos, plugs, vibrators, paddles, whips - for Don to use on her after firmly placing the ball-gag in her mouth and fastening it tightly. Of course, even a ball-gag couldn’t prevent her from making noises sometimes, and drooling on the carpet was also a spankable offense. Maybe that was the best part: being slowly and relentlessly reduced to little more than a primal, aching need for release, unable to speak, knowing that giving head Don knew exactly where and when to stop, leaving her trembling on the edge of orgasm while he replaced his feet on her back and ignored her for the next fifteen, twenty minutes or more. Letting her settle down before beginning all over again. Then again. And again… By the end of the evening Anita was often unable to rise to her feet. Don would help her rise to her knees, then gently remove the ball-gag from her mouth if it was in use. This was not because they were finished. Don would continue standing there in front of her while she collected herself. And then she would bow to him as before, face to the floor, arms extended, fingertips touching his feet, before looking up at him and beginning to beg: “Please fuck me, Master.” Some of it landed on my feet and legs, some blowjob on Sandy's, but the rest landed on the towel suckingdick between him and us. throbbing clit. Not to be ashamed of. Protruding from the wall there is a nutrition dispensing tube, in the same pink phallic shape that was in my cage on the Slaver ship. Maintaining the house and working out had kept him in shape. She licked the head a few times oral then gently put her mouth over it and sucked giving head on it. She offered her left breast to her husband. "Fuck," he said under his breath. With one hand resting on the back of her head, Kyle’s other hand went down to Natalie’s ball licking waist, hugging it tightly in his arms and letting his hand glide down to her ass. I nodded as she unlocked the door then allowed me to go in first. Then there was the time I decided to have a bit fun with Gemma, sort of turn the tables a bit. Matt told her tits were beautiful. Mitch could just make out the naked hunk replying around Trevor's cock, “Annk ooo aaster!” That amused Mitch, but his focus was on the incredible orgasm he was having. With so many couplings it was unsurprising that with every monthly cycle I’d find I’d been fertilized. “Dr. Cadbury? Instead, he just continued on with his story, "Then, Sally all of the sudden reaches around, and grabs hold of my dick, and she says to me, 'I wanna ride this pony. Her pussy was feeding an enormous amount of sexual energy into the cock and my snug little asshole rippled up and down the other half of our mutual prick, feeding it raw, undisciplined power as well.