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Jennifer heard the swish of the cane, and then it bit into her stretched up buttocks. She had promised herself not to, but it forced a howl out of her throat as her strung-up lower body convulsed, and a wave of superheat welled up into her in shock gaping cunt. And then she felt George’s hand stroking lovingly over the burning welt on her ass.Nevertheless, Jenifer knew it was far from over because while he caressed her still uncontrollably twitching ass, his cane stroked down the length of one of her spread out legs. It was a thing alive, as it touched, felt her, and read her quivers. Then George must have stood back. He let the cane rest in the open gash of her pussy before sliding it caressingly up the other leg, right to the cuff tied to the spreader bar up under the ceiling.By the time the cane reversed its journey, Jennifer was whimpering in expectation of what the rod would do next. She strained at the padded handcuffs that bound her to the headpiece of the bed, and her eyes bulged into the dark vision under the blindfold. Then, she heard, it seemed from far away, George’s sonorous, for her so captivating voice: -“Will I hear a number from you, or already ‘Red’. I’ll expect more from my Sub. Sascha once, after having sinned – oh she sinned badly that night – reached an eight with this cane.”While he talked, George slowly drew the length of the bamboo Esenyurt escort bayan stick through the lips of her pussy. The caress of its rings robbed Jennifer of her voice as she gasped and fought for breath. But then George stopped and asked, “What is it to be, my Jenny?”Before she could answer, the cane hit, no, merely tapped Jennifer’s spread open clit a few times in quick succession. The electrifying shock sent her whole body into pre-orgiastic convulsions, with the first waves crushing in.No longer able to resist, Jennifer burst into a sobbing cry, “One! Fucking one, George! Give me the Two!” She did not hear, therefore, the cane’s swish before it hit her in terror quivering ass. As she howled out, “Red! Red, you bastard!” her pelvis arched and twisted, and the first gush of hot cunt juice gushed over her belly and tits.George put aside his cane. He covered Jennifer’s wildly twisting pussy with a comforting hand. Eventually, two of his fingers began to slide in and out of her hot-squelching cunt until, after quite a while, Jennifer’s crying – was it anger or arousal – settled into a sobbing, gasping for air.There was the hum of an electric motor, and Jennifer’s bar-spread legs were slowly lowered back onto the bed. She felt George’s gentle touch as he freed her legs from the bar. When he removed the cuffs, Escort Etiler his fingers rubbed healingly over the marks her strung up weight had imprinted on her skin.But as she lay now on her back, George could do nothing about the burning like hell streaks across her punished ass. She would hurt and remember for days.Would it mark her forever as his?Had he done so, intended it? Would she allow it? Jennifer’s mind was still too much in turmoil to think it out. But George – first with his fingers in her cunt, and now gliding his hands slowly, caressingly possession taking, up over her thighs and pubes and tensing belly to her aroused and aching tits – wasn’t he assuming already that she was his?And then, oh God, he so gently removed the devilish clamps from her in pain and lust engorged nipples. Jennifer jerked on her handcuffs. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to grasp his head and force his mouth and teeth onto her clips-tortured tits.Finally, George squatted next to her face to free her from her handcuffs. Once her hands were free, Jennifer did not reach for her blindfold. She turned her face to press her mouth onto George’s thigh.As her teeth sank into the cloth and not skin, she realised that her imagination had betrayed her. Throughout the mounting thrill of being at the non-mercy of George’s hands, Jennifer had Eyüp escort visualised him, stripped naked like her.Against the canvass of her blind, Jennifer had seen his cock rising as he began to play, teasingly at first, the soft leather cat-o’-nine-tails over her tits and belly and pubes. Then, with her twisting body crying out for the next and next and next after flick of the cat’s tails, George whipped her with sweet stinging cuts all over her body. And Jennifer saw on her mask’ canvass how his now rampant cock twitched in lust with every lash he landed on her twisting nakedness.As suddenly as it began, the cat withdrew its claws. Instead, George suddenly knelt close to Jennifer on the bed, and his hands were stroking over her skin. She knew how pleased he was by the way he caressed over the tingling hot streaks the cat had left on her quivering body. His hands stroked down the inside of her bar-spread, wide-open legs. Then George drew his fingertips slowly through the, by the cat, hot-whipped lips of her pussy. It made Jennifer arch up with a drawn-out, moaning cry that ended, with the fourth stroking of her tantalised pussy, in a strangulated, “George! My God, why don’t you fuck me!”But George’s attention shifted now to Jennifer’s, for her age still almost perfect, straining into his grip, boobs. They were, from the cat’s whipping, hot, with its prominent, lusciously berry-like nipples, showily excited.George chuckled: -“These tits of yours, my Jenny, fell in love with the cat. They are giving you away as the horny, so readily fuckable woman you are. With these nipples, there is no hiding! For this, they need to be punished, don’t they?”

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