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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 femdom 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 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 fetish more. Letting her BDSM settle down before beginning all over again. Then Bondage 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.” Often they were both so aroused by then that this was all that was needed. But oh, how she loved it when he made her continue to beg for what she wanted, in filthy detail. “I’m your slave, Master, yours to use and fuck in Police any way you choose. In our decision to open that erotic door together, we stepped deeply into culturally illicit thinking and actions. She, being used to controlling the narrative, femdom was loosing it. But I don't want to upset you." Seeing her naked in the bright light of the shower, my cock begin to rise again. The dog came over and nudged her legs apart, easing forward, licking her still leaking pussy. But here you are, and now your lover kneels before me servicing my pleasure." And she played her part very well. All I could see was the back of his head between Alexis' spread legs, moving slightly. Several tendrils shot forward and preventing it from BDSM being dropped fully. I could see Sandy begin Bondage to relax as her tail began to wag wildly. Mom sold the last one. “No, I don’t think he Police saw it,” Cindy lied. I don't know, but come fetish on, let's talk about it more in my room, this room doesn’t feel quite so secure now."