Ms Robertson: Parts 8 - 14 by Katt Ford

Author:Katt Ford
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2020-04-04T04:00:00+00:00

"Good," Tiffany said as she watched me. "That's a good girl. You don't want me to beat you again, do you?"

“Uh-mmm,” I moaned around the dildo, shaking my head in agreement.

"Of course you don't. So keep sucking my cock like a good little bitch, and I won't have to punish you again." The words stung almost as badly as the lash that lay beside her. But I did as I was told. And when Tiffany was finally satisfied, when she finally leaned back and slid the strap on out of my mouth, it was glistening with my saliva instead of my juices, every trace of my multiple orgasms licked clean and swallowed by me.

Tiffany moved again. She climbed down off the bed, and I turned my head to watch as she removed the strap-on dildo and let it fall carelessly to the floor. The faint sigh she gave as she removed the toy from her pussy sent a quick bolt of pleasure racing through me, as though I hadn't had enough of that already. After a long week of frustration, my body was exhausted by multiple orgasms, and yet the erotic charge of the situation I was in didn't seem to have diminished at all. But Tiffany had her own ideas. I watched with growing horror as she picked up the panel of the corset that she had removed and the lock that held it in place. She climbed back onto the bed, moving toward me with the implements in her hands.

"Don't fight me," she warned as she pushed me easily down on the bed. With my hands cuffed at my sides, I was no match for her. She reached between my legs, positioning the stiff leather panel over my pussy and attaching the lock.

"Please, Tiffany," I shamefully begged, "please don't lock me back into that thing. I'll do whatever you say, I promise." Tiffany's smile was chilling as she looked at me.

"I know you will," she said. "I was the same way during training. You're going to do whatever I say, no matter what. And when your pussy is under lock and key, you'll be even more obedient. Besides, you know Ms. Robertson likes her slaves horny and frustrated. So that's how I'm going to keep you. Just be glad I let you out at all." I groaned in despair as I heard the lock click, locking my pussy away. Tiffany reached over the bed, setting the key down on the bedside table. She put her whip beside it, then crawled toward me again. I felt the buckles loosen on the cuffs that held my wrists, and suddenly my arms were free.

"You know I couldn't trust you with both your hands and your pussy free," Tiffany smiled, as though what she was saying with the most obvious thing in the world. "I don't want you fingering yourself without permission." Moving away from me again, Tiffany reached toward the bedside table and picked up the key. I watched with a dull sense of fear as she slipped it into one of the cups of her bra.

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