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  “Damn, you must be horny,” Domina chuckled. She blew out the candle, let it drop to the ground, and gently slid a finger inside sweet Candy’s pussy. Her soft insides—moist and hot—welcomed the insertion. Slight contractions practically sucked Domina’s finger in deeper and deeper. Massaging her special spot by bending her knuckle, the dominatrix made a come here motion while applying more and more pressure. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  “Yes, Domina,” Candy moaned.

  Fingering the blonde and patting her bottom, Domina spent a moment enjoying the scene; the girl’s ass bounced up and down every time the dominatrix forced her way in deeper. With each thrust, Candy’s juicy cunt grew wetter and wetter, and she contracted her interior muscles harder and harder, so Domina jammed another finger into her slave.

  Then, she stopped, pulled out, and said, “If you want more, you’ll do what I say.”

  “Yes, Domina.”

  She reached over the teen, undid the cuffs, helped her to stand, turned her around, and taking her by the face, the dominatrix gave her a sweet, deep, tongue kiss. Their tongues rolled over one another, saliva dripping down their chins. Relishing the loving kiss, Candy sucked on her master’s bottom lip forcing the red lipstick to smear over both their faces.

  “Do you want to please me,” the dominatrix asked.

  “Yes, Domina. I want to please you,” Candy panted.

  “Get down on your knees and pull my skirt and panties off.”

  Obliging, the girl lowered herself to the floor and eased the leather garments off her master. Once Domina stepped out of the clothing, she spread her legs, pulled back her labia and took Candy by the hair, jamming her face into her cunt. Greedily, Candy slurped and licked Domina’s wet clit.

  As the girl continued to use her tongue to stimulate, the busty brunette started thrusting her hips, fucking Candy’s face. The sexy scent of wet pussy and sweat made the blonde so horny, she started touching herself, but Domina was quick to notice; she yoked the girl painfully by the hair, and when Candy, crying, came to her feet, Domina scowled.

  “Did I fuckin’ tell you to touch yourself? That’s my pussy! I decide when it should feel good!”

  “I’m sorry, Domina,” Candy gasped.

  “Shut the fuck up!”

  The teen stammered and considered again saying jellybean, but the master’s tirade about owning her pussy was frightfully erotic. “I’m sorry, Domina,” Candy tried again.

  The dominatrix was uncompromising, however, and she forcibly slammed the pert teen into the rack, causing her tiny tits to bounce. The temptress was quick to secure Candy’s wrists to the apparatus. Then, she secured her ankles as well.

  “You wanna’ fuckin’ play? We can play!”

  By turning the gears on the rack, the ropes secured to the cuffs binding Candy’s arms and legs tightened, stretching her joints in a most painful fashion; a few clicks on the gear were sufficient to bring about such discomfort, that the girl teared up. As her eyes darted about, Domina took her by the jaw and squeezed.

  “How’s that feel, bitch?” she demanded.

  “It, it hurts,” Candy moaned, struggling to breath.

  “Good,” Domina heaved, and continued applying pressure to the girl’s cheeks.

  She squeezed and smooshed her face, digging her fingers into Candy’s mouth, and then, massaging her pink, little tongue, she turned the gear another click, forcing Candy to cry. “Take it,” Domina demanded. “Take it, Candy.”

  Breathing through her nose, the girl gazed into her master’s eyes; they were fierce, but demanding, expectant, and Candy knew she needed to take as much punishment as possible. She wanted to be strong, in control, the way Domina was, and the only way to earn that power was through a trial by fire; she needed, wanted to be reduced to nothing; crying out jellybean was no longer an option. Candy knew why she was there being tortured, and it was written all over her face.

  “Yeah…that’s it,” Domina smiled. “You’re getting’ it.”

  Appreciating the strain her subject was undergoing, the master walked off to grab the horse crop. She then stood before the girl, tapping the crop against the palm of her hand. Candy took a deep breath.

  “Tell me you want it,” Domina said.

  “Please, Domina, I want it.”

  “Good girl!” Domina howled and whacked the inside of Candy’s thigh. “Now, say, thank you, Domina.”

  “Thank you, Domina,” she obliged, so again, the master whacked her slave.

  As the strikes continued, and Candy gave thanks for each one, Domina slowly diminished the force of the strikes until she was simply tapping the girl up and down her creamy, reddened skin. Finally, the dominatrix rubbed the crop in tiny circles. Candy found it nice; her thighs were ticklish. She fought not to smile.

  “I think you’ve earned a little reward,” Domina mused. She threw the horse crop aside, released the tension on the ropes, undid the binds, tore the opened bra off her, and helped her to stand firmly. “Move over there,” she ordered.

  Candy followed the command and stood in front of the massage table. Domina sat on the edge and pawed her own tits. With an inviting motion of the finger, she beckoned the blonde. The dominatrix pulled her bustier low to display her big, fake titties; they were tanned and screaming for appreciation. Gripping Candy by the hair, she forced the girl’s face into her bosom.

  “Suck my nipples,” Domina ordered.

  Candy was more than willing and sucked on her master’s brown nipples, lightly at first. Domina firmly held her in place, nearly smothering her between those, two, enormous breasts; Candy sucked liked she was eating an overly ripe peach. Her head swam as she licked, sucked, and kissed those gorgeous melons. Tits were great, and powerful tits were even better as affirmed by the coating of saliva dripping from the teen’s mouth.

  “Stick that pretty, little tongue out!”

  Once again, Candy followed instructions. Since the girl’s tongue was out of her mouth, Domina held her tightly by the face and shook her big tits from side-to-side, coating them with massive amounts of glistening saliva. As the gooey secretion covered tanned skin, Candy gasped for air, but the subjugator held her in place. Muffled cries escaped the teen’s lips as succulent tits beat her in the face. Finally, the master let her breathe for just a second. Then, forcing Candy to slobber on her tits some more, she started spanking the girl’s creamy ass.

  Moaning, puffing, grabbing, and licking, Candy let herself drift off into Heaven. Domina was so beautiful, so forceful, so domineering, that she absolutely loved obeying; something she’d never before experienced. Normally, she abhorred being bossed around, but then she’d never been bossed like that.

  “I’m bored,” Domina suddenly said. “I want to see…how you can handle this….”

  Confusion washed over Candy’s face. Dismissively, Domina shooed her away. The girl stood upright, and the dominatrix walked off to grab something silvery off a shelf. She fiddled with it for a moment, a contraption with wires attached to something like plastic squares. When Domina turned to face the girl, she displayed an e-stimming device; electrodes mounted to adhesive plastic controlled by a handheld remote.

  “Lay back on the table,” the dominatrix ordered.

  Nervously, Candy followed her orders. Before she had time to wonder what was next, the dominatrix secured her wrists once again. Smiling at the pert teen, Domina started by attaching the shiny, square material to Candy’s tits, making sure to cover her nipples with the dual electrodes. The third square was placed over her little clit. Then, she turned the device on by pressing a button. Immediately, a subtle current of electricity ran over the teen’s sensual spots, causing a tingling sensation.

  “Not bad, huh?” Domina teased. “Let’s take it up a notch.”

  By increasing the potency of the current, Candy’s body shuddered from the painful pleasure of spasms; her nipples and clit were instantly engorged and sticky se
cretions coated her love cave. Unable to contain herself as the power of the current stimulated her muff, Candy slightly rocked her hips. Domina increased the intensity again, and Candy moaned, biting her lower lip.

  “You like that, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Domina. I like that.”

  “You want more,” she asked, but neglected to wait for an answer and turned the device to full power.

  Groaning and grinding her teeth, Candy bucked her hips. The stimulation device provided a sensation like no other; the current forced her clit to contract with painful spasms, but since it was contracting it also brought on waves of pleasure, making her tight, little twat wetter and wetter. Seconds later, she was bucking her hips uncontrollably, her tits and thighs jiggling with a sexual rhythm. Grunting as she fucked the air, cum trickled down her crack.

  “Cum for me, baby,” Domina purred. “Cum for me. Cum for me.”

  “Oh, fuck,” Candy moaned. “Oh, fuck, I’m cumming.”

  Domina gazed at the girl. She smiled to herself, thoroughly enjoying the sight of such a cute teen with bouncy tits going nuts with pleasure. The way her creamy thighs contracted, the way her hair went flying when she flailed back in ecstasy; the dominatrix started getting horny, too.

  Placing the device next to the trembling, love slave, Domina sucked her fingers, moistening them, not that there was any need. When she slid her fingers inside of Candy’s cunt, the heat and moisture allowed her to force her way deep inside convulsing tissue. Bending both fingers to apply pressure to Candy’s sweet spot, Domina rammed her palm against the girl’s clit over and over, harder and harder, and with each thrust, Candy moaned, and puffed, and cried out.

  “Fuck my fingers, whore! Fuck my fingers,” Domina laughed. Unable to say a word, it took less than two minutes before the subject came, covering Domina’s entire hand with hot, sticky juice. “Yeah, that’s right, you little slut. You’re a good little slut, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, Domina. I’m a good little slut,” Candy whined.

  After turning the device off, Domina grabbed Candy’s face, forced her mouth open with a painful grip, and jammed her cum covered finger inside. She relished the flavor of her own secretion and slurped it up with delight.

  “Wow, you really like that, huh?”

  “Yes, Domina.”

  “I think it’s time you show me how much you like it,” she said and undid the binds.

  The teen wiped her eyes dry and sat, looking at her master. The dominatrix, in turn, removed the stimulation pads from her body, yoked her off the table by her hair, causing the girl to squeal, and turning around, she forced Candy’s face into her tight, tanned ass. Domina held her there and rolled her hips into the teen’s face. Gasping and unable to breathe, the girl got only a mouthful of firm flesh.

  “Yeah, lick my asshole, bitch,” Domina ordered. The girl hesitated, so Domina pulled her hair and demanded pleasure. Finally obliging, Candy slowly let her tongue slip past her lips. Then, grabbing the master’s firm bottom with both hands—Domina presented her butthole by bending forwards—Candy gaped at the soft star formerly hidden by a perfect bum. “I said lick it! Don’t waste time, or I’ll whip your fuckin’ ass, whore!”

  Eagerly, Candy used her tongue to caress Domina’s nether region. The taste of sweat and leather crept over the young girl’s palate; it was a surprisingly delectable flavor, and Candy forced her tongue as deep as possible. Moaning, she opened her mouth as wide as she was able and shook her head to massage her master’s insides.

  “Fuck me with your tongue!” Domina commanded and took the girl by the hair, ramming her face into her bottom. All the while, the dominatrix pushed back and rolled her glutes to massage the slave’s face. “Yeah, taste my asshole. Tell me you love it!”

  “I love it, Domina,” Candy managed between tongue strokes. She pawed and clawed the firm flesh. She sucked and slurped her saliva from her subjugator’s backside. “I love your ass….”

  “That’s a good girl. You like being a good girl, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Domina,” she answered, and forced her tongue inside, licking, slobbering all over Domina’s asshole. “I like being a good girl.”

  Moaning and puffing, the dominatrix removed her leather bustier, groped and mooshed her own tits, and reached between her thighs to rub her clit. Then, reaching back to jam Candy’s face as deep as possible, she twiddle her twat with the other hand, bringing herself to climax. Waves of pleasure radiated through the master’s pelvis; the hot, soppy stimulation from her rear coupled with her own manual stimulation of her clit forced a cry of sheer pleasure to escape her mouth. She squealed and howled, finally releasing the tension that had pent up during her suppression of Candy.

  Spinning around, she lowered herself to Candy’s face, and sucked the taste of butthole right off her tongue. They kissed and pawed at one another, writhing and squeezing each other’s body. Hot breath washed over their faces, and gazing into one another’s eyes, both Candy and Domina were surprised to have achieved such a heightened state of erotic ecstasy.

  “I think you’re ready,” Domina whispered.

  With her mouth slightly agape, Candy wondered just what the woman meant, but having been pleased by the e-stim device, she was far from concerned. Domina helped Candy to stand, and smiling, the teen allowed herself to be led by the hand to a drawer. From inside, Domina took a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. Willingly, Candy displayed her wrists. Domina secured them, led her to the middle of the room, and lifted her wrists over a hook. Candy had to stand on her toes. Once secured with her bound arms over her head, Domina walked off behind her.

  Unable to see just what the dominatrix was up to, the young blonde acquiesced to circumstance, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath. She heard her master root around another drawer. What she didn’t see was the tight bodied Goddess slip into a strap on. After lubing it up, Domina walked up behind Candy, pawed her little butt by the crease at the back of her thigh, lifted the cheek, and gripping the fake dong, she slowly inserted it into her slave’s moist pussy. Moaning with pleasure, Candy slid her feet apart.

  Handling the girl’s breasts, Domina asked, “How’s that feel?”

  “Good, so good,” Candy puffed.

  Biting her lower lip, Domina slowly started thrusting in and out of Candy’s wet cunt. The slurping, lurid sound emitted due to dribbling lube was reminiscent of a teenage, school girl chewing a ton of bubble gum; an erotic symphony of stimulation. In and out, and in and out, the fake dick slid deeper and deeper inside. Unable to keep herself from enjoying the surprise fuck, she moaned and groaned, whined and puffed, and breathing heavily, she pushed her hips back into her master.

  The sense of submission provided by her immobilized arms turned her on something fierce, and all the while Domina massaged her tits, pinching her pink, tiny nipples with the knuckles of her fingers. Sweet kisses graced the sides of her neck, and she pushed her head into Domina’s chin.

  “You like that,” the master asked into her slave’s ear.

  “Yes.”

  “You like it when I fuck you?”

  “Yes, Domina.”

  “That’s a good girl.”

  Riding the waves of ecstasy, Candy pushed back rhythmically as the master continued to dominate. Each, sensuous thrust pushed apart her inner, soft tissue and a warmth radiated from her pelvis. Contracting her sweet pussy every time the dildo pushed inside her, the young woman felt intense flows of pleasure stimulating her entire being, and the heat wafting off Domina’s sweaty form, the soft kisses up and down her neck, the firm grip on her bare tits was more than she could handle. Nearly at climax, Candy pushed back harder and harder, the hook above her jingling with a metallic tone, but suddenly, the dominatrix stopped, pulled out, and walked off. Candy turned her head as far as possible to get a look at what was going on.

  “Let’s take it to the next level,” the woman said, cryptically.

  Before she knew what was happening, Candy saw Domina’s hands out in
front of her; she was holding a red, satin scarf, which she twirled around the girl’s throat. By the time the soft fabric was secured tightly, the ensuing subtle lack of air made her head swim. It was not an altogether frightening sensation that consumed her, but a mixture of panic and lightheadedness; the scarf was not so tight as to prevent her from drawing breath. She definitely felt the effects of a lack of oxygen, though. Next, Domina shifted the bunched fabric to her left hand, and used the other to lift Candy’s ass cheek again before sliding back inside her.

  Giving herself entirely over to the experience, trusting her oppressor completely, Candy allowed Domina to assume total command; she shut her eyes, drew as deep a breath as possible, and while her tiny tits jiggled from the impacting thrusts, she rode the new waves of excitation, pleasure, submission. Moaning with a wavering voice, she pushed back into Domina’s firm body again and again.

  “Good girl. Good girl,” Domina purred.

  “It’s so good,” Candy heaved. “It’s so fucking good.”

  She tightened her grip on the scarf. As she continued pumping the fake dick in and out of the girl, she reached around and pinched Candy’s clit. The three pronged assault—the constricted airway, the massive dildo massaging her soft insides, Domina’s powerful fingers rubbing her clit—proved too much, and Candy went limp, simply moaning and trembling with elation.

  “Fuck me,” she sighed. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

  “I’m fuckin’ you, baby. I’m fuckin’ you.”

  “Oh, God, yes,” Candy squealed.

  Pump after pump, coupled with a few slaps on the ass, drove Candy absolutely wild. She tried to push down to get the dick deeper inside, but bound to the hook, she was only able to let Domina fully control the situation, and that’s what made it so fucking amazing. Finally, her pleasure cresting, her little cunt contracted with powerful spasms, and she screamed, cumming all over Domina’s symbol of power.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck, yeeesss,” Candy groaned. “Oh, God, yeeesss!”