Young Girl

She maneuvered herself over wendy’s face and then settled herself down. Meanwhile, a slave girl– or perhaps a naked stagehand– walked up behind the stretching frame and removed the chastity shield. As wendy’s cock unfolded and grew, the slave girl slid something over it. The device was a thick, clear tube about three inches long that apparently had a bladder of some sort around the inside of it. I couldn’t tell if the bladder was filled with air or warm liquid, but it was liberally greased young with something. The girl began moving it slowly up and down wendy’s cock while she moaned from between her Mistress’s legs. “Remember,” Mistress Abigail warned, “if you cum before I do you will be severely punished... and the chastity cage will go back on for two months.” It sounded like she answered, “Yes, Mistress,” but it was hard to tell because Mistress Abigail lowered herself the rest of the way down while she was speaking. Mistress Abigail ground herself into wendy’s mouth while the slave girl moved the masturbation sleeve up and down on her prick. Her cock was starting to quiver and Fingering it looked like she might be in for some severe punishment, but just before she spurted into the Big Tits air, Mistress Abigail gave a loud sigh and quivered slightly before standing up and pulling the bottom panel of her catsuit back in place. “Abigail has always been something of a cold fish,” Dianne said softly. “... a very sadistic cold fish, but a cold fish nevertheless.” Everyone at the table laughed softly... except me. I was staring at my empty glass and wondering what answer I was going to give Shelly. “So,” Shelly said calmly, “have you decided on an answer?” “Yes,” I said in a shaky voice. “Yes, you have decided or yes, you want to submit yourself to me?” Shelly replied. If I hadn’t had so much to drink, I never would have had the nerve, but I said loudly, “Yes! I want to be your slave!” Conversation at all of the tables near us suddenly stopped and it got very quiet in the room. I know I was trembling almost violently as I looked over at Shelly. “That was probably all of the alcohol talking,” I said in a shaky voice, “hopefully I will still feel that way in the morning.” That’s when Margi started laughing uproariously. “Didn’t you read the rules posted on the wall outside the changing room?” she said, smacking her hand flat on the table and then pointing back to the entrance. “Rule number seven: No potential slave may be served alcohol or any other substance that might impair her decision-making. Violation of this rule will result in expulsion from the club.” “You mean?” I stammered. “Yes,” Dianne said, “your drinks were all non-alcoholic. All of your wild behavior tonight was just you.” She looked over at Shelly and continued, “And I have watched you melt every time Shelly looked at you. I kept expecting you to throw yourself at her feet and beg to be her slave.” “So did I?” I replied softly. Then I looked into Shelly’s deep black eyes and asked, “What do I do now?” “First we get you properly dressed for the evening,” she said as she lifted my dress over my head. I must have put my arms above my head to let the dress slip off because the next thing I knew I teen was standing naked in front of her. “Now,” she continued, “we go up on stage.” The Head Mistress was waiting for us. She pointed to the floor in front of herself and I sank to my knees in front of Shelly. “Do you do this of your own free will?” the Mistress asked. “I do,” I answered. “Mistress Shelly,” she continued, “do you claim this submissive as your girl own slave with all the rights and responsibilities that entails.” Here was another first. Can’t have you defiling our boys. "Motherfucker, you Fingering might want to shut your pie hole. If you stay too much girl longer, we teen will be linked. When I fantasied about sex I used to imagine boys." This was all my dreams come true. “No” I answered. I had lost my friends in the club and now I was by young myself. The sensation of her best friend's cum splashing against her inner walls was more than enough to tip the scales. My husband reached over and lifted my shirt up a little and started playing with my boobs. She gagged a little but kept on gobbling. The door opened. “Krah, you still have the Zeltron’s weapon, yes?” She wasn't sure what has happened. You seemed to like that idea and we left the bar. When they were nice or respectful to women, though, Laura's cunt would be electroshocked. We’ll even come and Big Tits collect you in the car so that you can bring anything that you want.” There was a late meeting at my work Monday afternoon, so I was over an hour late getting home. JAYDEN: “We’re going to have sooo much fun together; just you wait.” Her nether lips smiled as her breasts began to move under her shirt. The dildo is slim and translucent pink and I am pretty sure I can take it inside me but I'm still nervous. I said.