Novel & Cerita Guided Masterbation

"I didn't say you could use your hands, Mommy-Slut. A good Mommy-slut takes the whole thing without her hands. Put them back behind your back and don't you move them again until I've cum in your mouth." "Yes Gio." It's Master; that's the word you're looking for, Mommy-Slut. You're the Mommy-slut, and I'm the Master." "Yes Master, I'm sorry Master." He jerked her head until her lips rested against the plumb size head of his dick. Shut up and suck Mommy-Slut."

Huh? "You're my slave. My personal slave and I'm the master here. I use you the way I want. Now, do your job if you don't want to regret having a tongue." He stated to her icily and stretched his arms out again as Sophia swallowed the lump down her throat and loosed his robe's belt, undressing him. "Now, that's a good girl." Ice Pick made a small silly smile and smirked. She finished taking off his clothes including the briefs he was putting on as he stood huge and naked before him with tattoos on his right arm and below his abdomen.

He demandingly guides Ronan’s head to better move while sucking him hard. The moans and sucking wet sounds Ronan were making is something he can enjoy the whole day. He loves this view very much—Ronan sucking him with all his might and teary eyed from having too much. Even himself his groaning loudly from the pleasure this man is giving him. “Can you take me deeper?” He said. Ronan releases him and catches his breath, with a voice hoarse he said, “Do you want me to take you deeper, master?” That isn’t an answer he was expecting but damn it pleases and satisfies him even more. He smiles but turns it into a grin. “Open your mouth properly, doc.”

"You are mine, forever MINE. Your heart and body belongs only to Me." She found herself getting turned on by his Possessive words. "Yes, I belong to you and only to you, Master." Turning her around to face him, his hands holding her hips. "Always remember that, now go down on your knees and worship my di.ck," "Make me, Master."

"You won't wish to know. What you have to know is that you can't afford to anger our master. Now, get yourself ready. DOUBLE TIME!" "Got it." Abby did not even have time to fix the hot mess in her hair when Jorah pulled her pants and ushered her to the bathroom. "Go and wash yourself first. Master hate ugliness next to tardiness so make it quick!" Abby heard Jorah said that before the other party shut the door right behind her. Then after like a few seconds, she heard him nagging again "Are you done?" "Geez, Jorah. It has not been a minute yet since I went in. Just so you know, unlike you, I can't groom myself by simply licking here and there."

"While others are just to serve some purpose." "All my slaves have tasted my cock one way or the other," Damon bragged. "And I have over fifty of them. They are strictly for pleasure and punishment." There was a time when I fucked and flogged my slaves as the same time. It used to be an heightened form of ecstacy. "What is the decision?" I cut in. They all went with Maureen. "What is this show of gratitude?" I asked. "Make him a favorite," Damon said. "I don't keep favorites," I said.

"It's just a game, Percy. I'm just indulging a curiosity of mine. It's not illegal, and you have no right to control it." Her cheeks flushed red as she spoke convincingly. "Then I'll leave. This is too much for me. Enjoy your game!" I said, turning to walk away. But she grabbed my arm, pleading with me. "Please, Percy, I haven't finished the training yet. Just wait a moment." "You can train by yourselves. I'm out of here." As I spoke, I suddenly realized what they were talking about—intercourse! "Master, we want to train our obedience."

The sex was really good, it was the fact that he left a hundred euros on the bedside table which meant I was worth that amount and that he was paying me for my services. When I got home I was embarrassed at myself to a point I stopped visiting clubs or bar of any kind, I don't want a repeat of that night. Xander slightly pulled me up from my seat and walked me to the garage. I waited for him to drive his car out but rather he rode out his motorcycle. "Hop on" he gave me my helmet. "Won't this hurt the baby" I protested only for a while before he convinced me into giving it a go and that no harm will come to the baby in me.

Then he beamed. His lips stretched into a smile that made my heart skip a beat. “Then I would be Killan.” He clapped, trying to lean towards me again, but I pointed at the small gap between us, sighing out loud. “If I'm really your master, you follow my rules, okay?” He nodded obediently. “Yes, Master.” But he still stepped closer and caressed my cheeks, his touch like a burning flame against my skin. “But you sure smell good, Master.”

I couldn’t take more…I shut the video and grabbed the file Liam had left me. If the movie was meant to show me examples, the file had to be the explanation. I flipped through the pages, scanning line after line until the words jumped out, black and merciless against white paper. “Case study: Erectile Dysfunction linked to suppressed accidental trauma triggers.” I swallowed. The next page was worse. “Treatment recommendation: patient requires a master figure to awaken dormant sexual response”. I swallowed as I read. It's not as though I wasn't expecting something this bad. “It involves guided dominance, controlled exercises, and exploration of BDSM methods. The patient must obey the partner f