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“Yessir…but…you won’t have to worry about me faking with you! Your size, your control…it’s very difficult for me to control myself already.” My cock flexes inside her as my instructions continue, “Kelly, being MINE means obeying, without question or hesitation, ANY instruction you’re given…are you ready for this?” She kegels against my cock inside her as she smiles and responds, “Yes, completely, Sir.” My grip on her bun shifts, pulling her face to mine, kissing her deeply before releasing her bun. “Okay…first significant test…” shifting my hips, my cock slides out of her and her legs find the floor allowing her to take her feet, “…stand right here for a second…” A few steps to make my way to the window, facing the street, with the shades straight currently closed. It is a heavy curtain, but hangs across a window that stretches from about eighteen inches off the floor to nearly the ceiling. I lift the outside edge of the curtain and peek out the front window. There is no one on the street, no one visible in either direction. “I want you to stand in the middle of these curtains, throw them open and let them fall closed…just as you are…right now…” She immediately moves to the curtains and lifts them a little, but they do not open even as wide as her small frame. My face shows frustration as my first true punishment begins, “bend forward and grab your ankles…” she complies and my right hand raises high over my head and falls swiftly to her ass, the smack echoing through the room. She does not express anything as my hand rises and falls against her ass, again, the sound echoing through the room. “I checked to make sure no one was outside before directing you to do this. Now, I’m not going to look to see if it’s clear. If you don’t THROW the curtain open and let it fall closed, without flinching, we will be done. Punishment blowjob is a major turn-off for me. Do you understand, Kelly?” “Yes Sir” is all she can Hardcore muster, a sniffle shuddering her stance and the sound of a sob escapes her lips. “Stand up, throw the curtains open and let them fall closed…NOW!” She stands, grabs the curtains, closes her eyes and throws the curtains open, letting them fall closed again. “Was that difficult?” “No Sir.” “Good, do it again, this time, with your eyes open.” She again grabs the curtains and throws them open, seeing a UPS truck on the street tit fuck in front of her house. The curtains fall quickly closed as she looks at me with a horrified look on her face. “Was he out there when I did this?” “I’m not gagged going to tell you…if you’re not going to participate in the experience, the experience is mine to remember, not for you to remember…when I give you instructions, I expect to hear everything about your experience…what you enjoyed, what you did not enjoy, your emotions, your sensations…stay in the moment, stay with me, to create your own experiences and memories.” “Yes Sir.” “Do you trust me to treat you well, when you eagerly follow instructions?” “Yes Sir.” Is it because of us?” There was a lot of anxiety in that voice. It was only then I realized she had one hand between her legs. From the outside it looked like it should’ve been condemned twenty years ago, I hoped it was nicer on the inside. Game, Tara gagged dresses up in sling back heels, a four inch metallic skirt blowjob that was almost a belt with her ass cheeks hanging out the bottom with the side Hardcore straps of her thong riding high on her hips. The plan was simple actually. Life went back to normal with work and home. “Baby, you alright?” Hank asked. And then her arms were all of the sudden freed up, so that she could move them. Slipping my fingers from my draining cunt, I gripped the sheets on either tit fuck side, supporting myself, arching my back as Kara reamed my tender backside with ever-growing enthusiasm. I felt the familiar warmth again. “Wow, that is big, very big, I love a big cock fucking me,” she groans. I didn’t want to soil it. I was watching Heather and she was looking to see what the people were doing as they passed us. Once I realised that the bench was no longer supporting my head I lifted it up. I claimed my slut wife was cheating straight on me. Her sister was covering for her. Back up she pulled lightly, glazing the tip with her already copiously wet labia, and back down again, this time just a little deeper. I ask Belinda to lock the studio. She thought to herself, sucking this one, without using her hands was going to be quite a challenge.