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She was in her usual spot when her mistress came into the apartment. Kneeling in the bedroom, back to the wall, naked except for the cuffs that kept her hands behind her back and the collar and leash that anchored her loosely to the floor.
Her mistress opened the door with a long, deep sigh. Dropped her bag in the corner. Stretched. She began to strip off her clothes slowly, stretching her body as she went. The slave girl watched her lovingly, enraptured as always by the sight of her mistress's body. But she was patient. She was good. She waited.
Once mistress was naked, she leaned down and untucked the long, red leather straps from either side of the bed. Those straps... they could only mean mistress was ready for their now daily ritual. At long last mistress turned her attention to her slave in the corner. She leaned over the bound girl, unlinked the handcuffs and unclipped the leash from the floor.
Mistress didn't even have to pull on the leash. Without a word exchanged between them, the slave girl got up, walked to the foot of the bet, and knelt there, spreading her arms out over the sheets, her wrist cuffs next to the ends of the straps. Mistress clipped her wrists in and pulled the straps taut before sitting on the bed, her warm, wet pussy inches from her waiting slave's face. With one hand firmly on the leash, she used the other to gently guide her girl's head forward, burying her nose in her mistress's bush. The slave girl, knowing her role well in this scene, began to gently lick and kiss at the folds.
Her mistress let out a long, contented sigh. "Mmmmmmmmmmm... finally... that feels so fucking good... good girl"
The slave girl worked eagerly, savoring the smell and taste of mistress's wonderful juices. She luxuriated in the opportunity to pleasure her mistress in such a lovely and intimate way. Licking... kissing... devouring the succulent folds of the pussy that she worshipped.
"Oooooh baby... I think you've gotten even better at this since I collared you. Fuck... mistress really needed this... keep going, just like that..."
The slave girl would keep going as long as her mistress wished her to. She always wished moments like these could last forever... she just wanted to please mistress... serve mistress... worship mistress... forever...
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She was in her usual spot when her mistress came into the apartment. Kneeling in the bedroom, back to the wall, naked except for the cuffs that kept her hands behind her back and the collar and leash that anchored her loosely to the floor.
Her mistress opened the door with a long, deep sigh. Dropped her bag in the corner. Stretched. She began to strip off her clothes slowly, stretching her body as she went. The slave girl watched her lovingly, enraptured as always by the sight of her mistress's body. But she was patient. She was good. She waited.
Once mistress was naked, she leaned down and untucked the long, red leather straps from either side of the bed. Those straps... they could only mean mistress was ready for their now daily ritual. At long last mistress turned her attention to her slave in the corner. She leaned over the bound girl, unlinked the handcuffs and unclipped the leash from the floor.
Mistress didn't even have to pull on the leash. Without a word exchanged between them, the slave girl got up, walked to the foot of the bet, and knelt there, spreading her arms out over the sheets, her wrist cuffs next to the ends of the straps. Mistress clipped her wrists in and pulled the straps taut before sitting on the bed, her warm, wet pussy inches from her waiting slave's face. With one hand firmly on the leash, she used the other to gently guide her girl's head forward, burying her nose in her mistress's bush. The slave girl, knowing her role well in this scene, began to gently lick and kiss at the folds.
Her mistress let out a long, contented sigh. "Mmmmmmmmmmm... finally... that feels so fucking good... good girl"
The slave girl worked eagerly, savoring the smell and taste of mistress's wonderful juices. She luxuriated in the opportunity to pleasure her mistress in such a lovely and intimate way. Licking... kissing... devouring the succulent folds of the pussy that she worshipped.
"Oooooh baby... I think you've gotten even better at this since I collared you. Fuck... mistress really needed this... keep going, just like that..."
The slave girl would keep going as long as her mistress wished her to. She always wished moments like these could last forever... she just wanted to please mistress... serve mistress... worship mistress... forever...