Embracing Shame: Chapter 3 in Sima
Sima starts her training. The story of the maid starts unfolding.
On the very next day, while she was at work, Lee bought a sexy little French Maid uniform for Sima. Completely ready-made - he bought her the body-hugging heels, black stockings with matching garters, a short skirt, apron, a see-through pleated blouse with a ruffled ruffle, long evening gloves, a choker necklace, and a sequined mini-hat with a black velvet holder. When she came back the following evening, he showed this desire to her. He guided her to the bedroom where this outfit was laid out on the bed. As she stood, looking at it, Lee instructed, "This will remain in your bedroom's drawer near the entrance. From here on, every time you come to see me, I want you to strip at the door, fold your clothes neatly, put on your maid's attire, and stand in front of the door for a check." Sima was slightly taken aback, unsure whether Lee was playing a joke or was completely serious. It only took a few seconds for her to realize that he meant every word. She took a deep breath.
"Alright" said Sima with a pretty mix of enjoyment and curiosity, as she looked at the ensemble.
"No Sima," Lee placed his hand on the back of her neck. "Bend forward a bit and rest your hands on the bed." Sima momentarily hesitated and he began pressing firmly on her neck. Slouching, she bent her knees and started forward. In doing this, her thighs and calves stretched, and most importantly, the hem of her short skirt rose enough to reveal her round butt cheeks. She got what he wanted.
Lee stood behind Sima, appreciating her compliance and her stretched muscles; the framing of her vagina in between her thighs is remarkably squeezed. She was not wearing any underwear. That's a good thing. This is progress. He lifted her skirt and folded it on her waist. Now her bare buttocks were completely uncovered. He hit her buttocks three times with his palm, abrasively and quickly, making Sima cry out, even though she had anticipated the slaps. Then he let his fingers explore her wet pussy openings, enjoying her.
"Sima, do you understand how, when you say 'alright', you realize it's 'all right' with you to accomplish what I tell you to accomplish? You see how 'alright' suggests you have the right to decline my orders? Understand?" Lee's fingers then started to invade deeper into her cavity, causing Sima to shiver.
"So, that isn't the headspace I want from you, slut. The appropriate response for when I instruct you to do something is, 'Yes, Sir.' Do you understand?" Sima looked at Lee from behind her shoulder, visibly perplexed by his conduct. Lee arose at her pensive face, not pleased with it. "Sima, I can see you're not quite there yet, so let me use a different method." Lee paused for a moment, then pondered about what to say.
"Yeah, okay." He smacked Sima's buttocks to catch her attention away from her cunt and focus on his words once more. "Sima, just respond to any of my orders as if... well, let's say... imagine you're attached onto a cock in the urinal again. There's a load of cum dripping from your vagina and two more dripping from your face. The fourth guy's cock was in your hand and he consistently told you to put it in your mouth. You remember that moment?" Certainly, Sima remembered that moment vividly. Goose bumps rose on her spine, followed by a blast of heat from her arousal.
"Yeah, Sir, I do."
"Good! Remember that moment now, how you didn't hesitate even a second. The guy ordered you to place your mouth on his dick and there was no delay. Sima, when I give you an order, anything, I want to feel in you that urge to please me like that."
Sima dropped her head and exhaled slowly at the burning sun-red color seeping into her cheeks. "Damn, he was there!" Sima recalled in excruciating detail the events he recently described. Her face flushed with shame at the unforgettable instance when she had been more than happy to submit to the guy's command. And confronted with Lee's reference to that time, she was left powerless. She wouldn't stop at anything to experience that kind of shameful use.
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Sima trembled as Lee started spanking her bottom, causing her to squeeze her cheeks in an attempt to lessen the stinging feeling. She felt full of guilt for what occurred in the bathroom earlier and was worried about their interaction tonight. This was the first time she had seen him since then, and she didn't want to upset him in any way. Although she liked the idea of being a French Maid and playing a submissive role, she was unsure where things were headed. This was the second time he instructed her to call him 'Sir,' and she was unsure of what was coming next. Additionally, he was punishing her again, and though she felt tempted to say something, she didn't want to spoil the mood. Amazingly, the spanking and dominating behavior were causing her to feel even more turned on.
"Why on earth?" she pondered to herself. "Turn this into part of the French Maid orgie: the Master of the House punishing the aid." Lee stopped after ten spanks.
"Does that sound right to you, whore? Did you comprehend my request for the future, when I command you?" Sima shifted her weight, trying to relieve the burning pain from the lash. Her pussy was lubricating, and her clit was swollen and exquisitely sensitive. It all made perfect sense to her! It wasn't just the punishment that excited her but also Lee's dominant attitude.
"Yes, Sir, I apologize. I understand your instruction and will do better next time, so you won't have to physically discipline me." Sima remained over the bed, and waited.
He spanked her again. "Machiavelli once said, 'It's better to be feared than loved.' Sima, you must grasp that I punish behavior which displeases me. Actions such as responding with 'okay' instead of 'Yes, Sir!' Will result in punishments as well. If you don't accept this, I suggest you exit the premises right away. Just for your information, I would rather you be eagerness because you want to please me, not just to avoid punishment." As he rubbed her burned cheeks, Lee observed her relax a little. He felt hopeful. "If you wish to stay, prepare the French Maid ensemble."
"Yes, Sir!" Despite needing clarification, Sima was unsure if she would leave. Nonetheless, she could not deny the pull of the fantasy playing out before her. Lee's remarks about her reaction to the discipline resonated with her, even though she didn't fully grasp it.
Lee walked into the living room and rested in his favorite recliner while waiting for Sima to reappear. Her presence pleased him as she was dressed in the uniform, not planning on leaving. When she showed up, he stood, then proceeded to examine her while touching her gently along her spine, between her breasts, to the middle of her stomach, and back up to her navel.
"This is adequate, Sima," he commented and proceeded to place his hands on her tummy before skipping over the apron strings, pulling up the slender cloth and lace piece that covered her loins, up to the spot just above her clitoral region. He viewed her and noticed her belly tighten and heard her hiss. The goose bumps appeared across her body, and he felt satisfied.
"You look beautiful, Sima. I like this look. Get rid of the blouse and skirt and keep these on hand." While she returned to the bedroom to comply with his command, Lee quenched his lustful desires by stroking his hardened cock. Sima's goosebumps remained on her skin after he fastened the Velcro straps about her waist and the chains attached to the tray's clover clamps. He slowly approached her and positioned the clamps on her nipples, and waited for any possible retaliation. Sima's eyes widened as he tightened the clamps on her nipples.
"You are exquisite, slut," Lee remarked. "I appreciate the way you look in this. Now, go and bring me a gin and tonic with plenty of ice. But present it on that silver tray." He carefully fastened the ties, then entered the living room. Sima closely examined the tray's details before Lee commanded her to change her attire once again. The tray featured a Velcro strip, wraps that encircled her waist, and two chains ending in clover clamps. Lee wrapped the Velcro straps and fastened them. Then, he approached Sima, grabbed the clover clamps, and fastened them to her nipples. His watchful eyes observed her, waiting for any signs of resistance. Sima's eyes widened slightly as the pain intensified.
"My word, you are a sight to behold, siren. I am thrilled by how you look now. Now, if you wish to continue, serve me the drink."
Sima was trying to ignore her pain, not quite winning yet. She didn't wait for victory though. She turned away, wincing, and headed towards the kitchen. She focused on mixing the drink to alleviate the discomfort in her nipples. She groaned slightly. The pain returned as she set the drink on the tray, causing a fresh round of tight pinching pain. She breathed heavily, fighting the urge to rub her nipples, afraid she might remove the clamps by putting her hands near them. When she managed to regain control over the burning pain, she carefully walked towards Lee with the drink on a felted tray. By the time she reached him, his pleased expression almost made her forget the weight of the tall glass pulling on her nipples.
Lee didn't delay. He planned to dawdle more in the future, he thought, amused. He swiftly took the drink and took a sip.
"Very good, Sima, but add one more lime twist in the future, well squeezed. And always rub a bit of the lime on the rim and then onto your nipples, too. Like this." Lee picked up the little green wedge from the icy drink. Sima got closer to the chair and bent her knees, attempting to give him better access to her nipples. Lee took the wedge and rubbed it firmly all over her erect buds and the pink areoles. Sima's nipples hardened even more when the cold citrus juice hit them. She shivered slightly as he worked the wedges all over them.
When he was done, he dropped the green wedge back into his drink and took the glass. Lee grabbed one of the clamps and used it to pull her towards him. Sima bent forward, at the waist he noticed, giving him better access to her nipples. Lee sucked on each nipple around the clamps, enjoying how the slightly musky oils from her breast tissues mixed with, and mellowed the tart flavor of the lime and alcohol.
"Mmmm, yes, just like that in the future, understood?"
"Yes, Sir." Sima stood, her stomach tightened from the stimulation of her nipples and awaited further instructions. The icy/hot of the limes and then Lee's warm tongue caused liquids of a different nature to ooze between her thighs. Lee noticed her squirm. "Oh, and Sima, always stand at attention with your fingers laced behind your back and your thighs spread wide enough that you can't rub your pussy lips together."
Sima blushed, embarrassed to have been so obvious, aroused by being put on display so much, her pussy made so explicitly available. She widened her stance, loosely linking her fingers. Her shoulders tilted back; her breasts jutted forward, proud and firm, nipples still glistening from Lee's saliva.
"No, no, no! Not like some bowlegged cowgirl. What happened to your sophistication? You look like you've just been fucked by the entire ranch operation. No Sima, not like the slut we know you are. Try for some subtlety, slut! Offer a little allusion. Show enough skin to catch a glimpse; let the warm spice drift up, not the juice spill out. Not so wide that anyone can accuse you of trying to seduce the master of the house. No, never! Just wide enough that his hand can always slide in between your pussy lips like this."
Sima moaned as Lee's fingers glided between her parting lips. He slid them in and out slowly a few times, coating his fingers with her juices. Sima battled to remain upright; to stay in place; to maintain her composure; knees slightly bent, not locked, not falling over. She struggled most, however, to keep from throwing her thighs wide open, hoping he might drive his fingers deep into her wetness.
"That's good, Sima. Like you're unsure of the liberties taken, because a decent girl of virtue would naturally have to quit her position at the manor. She understands that doing so would lead to a far worse fate than death. Better to be used by one generous and not-so-demanding master, instead of being forced to sell her body to gross hordes in dark alleys or in a disgusting brothel."
Lee knew Sima would likely prefer the latter fate. He'd seen her nostrils flare when discussing "that worse-than-death fate," watched the color spread over her chest, and saw the slight quivering in her thighs. He continued to effortlessly slide fingers through her slit, starting high now, hovering near her clit, then cutting a delicate semi-circle through the crease, ending the run with fingers brushing her anus. Sima listened, staring blankly at Lee, tingling, barely breathing, her eyes vacant.
However, the servant underestimated her master. He had more complicated taste than she anticipated. He enjoyed her generously. And while she feigned ignorance of his actions, as if pretense would cleans her shame, he held no reservations. He took her without a trace of hesitance or compromise. The entire household knew. Many even saw him ravish her, in every room of the house at one point or another, indifferent to who might observe him fucking her pussy with his massive tool. No one uttered a word. But she understood that all the other servants were aware she was her master's house servant, had seen her being fucked more than once, and she couldn't deny that her excitement had grown in response to her abuse, leading to sounds of undeniable passion.
Then, one day, her master requested she bring a flask of his preferred beverage, accompanied by the cup. She was taken to the stable, where her master sat in the thick leather chair typically used by squires to help with his boots. His hand moved to his usual spot, four fingers buried in her vagina. As she poured his drink, she heard a noise. She finished and glanced up, eyes finding her master's gaze focused on the entry of the Head Groomsman and a younger squire. His eyes met hers, and despite the dirt and excrement on the stable floor, they moved nearly silently. She shot a quick look back to her master, who nodded slightly at the two men and her stomach tightened. She needed to resist this. They couldn't subject her to this...
But they did. The Master's hand quickly captured her, trapping her in place on her toes. She looked from her Master to the Groomsman, who was devilishly handsome with chestnut hair darkening at the temples, in his early 50s, solidly built from years of taming and instructing horses, shoveling manure, and hauling large bales. The thought struck her that this was the same man who orchestrated the studding of the mares.
Yesterday, she'd helped the Laundress gather dry bedding from the outdoor clotheslines before a sudden storm could damage it. She'd witnessed a scene: A stallion mounting a mare in heat. The stallion had risen to a standing position, his big, swollen penis jutting, probing into the mare. The Groomsman had approached silently, avoiding spooking the animals, and adeptly positioned his hand between the stallion and the mare, guiding the stallion's big, thick, and throbbing penis to its destination. Paralyzed with awe, the maid observed as the stallion lifted his high chest onto the mare's broad back, shifting to provide leverage to repeatedly thrust his bulging hips forward, filling the mare's gaping vagina. The sight of the muscled man in the midst of his primal act overwhelmed her. "The power," she thought, feeling her womb tighten, "such an abundance of flesh producing such powerful movements." The stallion paused, then she watched in disbelief as his huge organ slid out of the mare's vagina like an eternal stream of carnality, leaving behind a trail of her cum. Even after just a second, it felt like an endless spectacle of savagery to the maid. As her mind raced, cum dripped from the mare's cunt, reminding her uncomfortably of the frequent puddles of semen between her own thighs after her master finished fucking her. She shivered at the memory of what she'd observed.
Soon, the stallion stopped his relentless humping. The impressive stallion backed off the mare, leaving his enormous organ glistening and swinging heavy beneath his flanks. The maid was struck by the sight of his massive, slender, white tentacle, making her suddenly aware of the similarities between the stallion's prowess and her master's. Despite the stallion's hasty dismount, the flaccid organ bobbed for what felt like an infinite duration, inspiring a strange mix of fascination and dread at the thought of this epic tool being shoved inside her. As it slipped from the mare, a burst of sticky fluid squeezed out of her core, recalling the frequent globs of semen that coated her crotch after her master finished her off.
She pulled her stare back to find herself locked eyes with the Master Groomsman, who she suddenly discovered had been observing her intently. His gaze roamed over her taut, uniformed body, his face displaying a sly grin. It was as if he knew her innermost secrets, her guilty pleasures. The servant girl acknowledged her vulnerability, her soul's indiscretion was plain as day. Her mouth was slightly open, her cheeks flushed, and her fingers were clenched tightly around her skirt, near her genitals. She was wet from the scene she had just witnessed, and he was aware of it.
Sima moaned. It was around the time the horse started to "ram his catastrophic, swollen prick" into the mare that Lee penetrated her with his four fingers. Yet, she was engrossed in his story. She was hovering on the brink of a massive climax, adjusting her body subtly, attempting to mimic the pink-clothed girl's obedience by letting her violation take place without explicitly acknowledging that a hand had just invaded her inner sanctum.
However, he suddenly halted his narration, leaving Sima on the cusp of an intense ejection. She felt her orgasm building within her belly, undulating and spreading from her core.
"Don't be a harlot!" Lee's fingers instantly withdrew from his slut-slave's cunt. Sima swayed, unintentionally arching her back, her unclenched legs barely flexing, all her focus on the hardness invading her vagina, wanting it to plunge further into her. When he pulled away she stumbled, feeling a deep emptiness.
"That's a good girl, Sima, for I have a special task for you now. We'll revisit the Maid and the Master another time, but at present, my sweet pet-maid, I have your first assignment. I want you to transfer all the stagnant urine and crusted precum crusting my cock into your mouth. Don't you think such a minuscule dash of filth would hardly hurt your mouth? Not to mention, the next time I send you to a restroom, I'm going to have you lick your mess afterward, so consider this a trial run." Sima merely nodded, too preoccupied with her pleasure to speak.
Lee rose, then reached for her neck and collected her long hair in his fist, hauling her from the seat into the center of the living room.
"Remain in that place, my darling." He sauntered into the room next door and returned with a short, whip-like implement hanging loosely from his wrist, bearing a striking resemblance to a serpent's bifurcated tongue. He positioned himself in front of her, taking in the seductive yet nearly naked uniform that concealed very little while accentuating her mostly uncovered state. He nodded to himself, feeling proud of his decision to purchase the outfit and unbuckling his belt. He began lowering his pants, letting them flutter to the ground. "Sima, continue stripping me." Obeyingly, Sima knelt behind him, gently sliding the elastic band of his undies down along with his discarded pants. She glanced up at the meaty rod thrusting from his trousers, making her lips wet with anticipation of what was about to come. "Stand up, whore." Fascinated, Sima stood, her eyes fixated on his erection. "Glorious," he muttered, admiring the fit and style of the outfit that highlighted her near-total exposure. But as she bent to engage his penis in her mouth, she was contemplating. Is it roleplay when you're wearing a uniform all the time, fetching drinks and bowing your waist whenever he orders you to start 'cleaning'? Whatever. She eagerly swallowed Lee's cock down to the base, using plenty of saliva and her tongue to cleanse it. The filthy taste of stale urine wasn't new to Sima, a flavor she had become immune to, a flavor that hinted of her favorite act. And as her spit coat the entire length of his shaft, the coagulated smear of precum adhering to some aspects of his cock regained its slippery consistency, enticing her to clean it assiduously.
He wasn't sure about this domination thing Lee was involving himself in, but her damp vagina told her protesting wouldn't be sensible. What she truly pondered was that she didn't have to hide from Lee how much of a cum-addict she was. It was creating an unusual feeling in her brain that now had a partner treating her similar to the men who had flocked to fuck her in the lavatories. There was a bizarre mix of intimacy and the "fuck material" attitude the random men assumed towards her. "Come on! I'm not hurt by them treating me like a cum dump. That's precisely what I desire from them!" Sima couldn't truthfully say she was angry when he treated her in the same manner, although it happened almost all the time. A small voice wondered if maybe she should care about that. It was perplexing, surely, but as she swallowed his girth with her mouth, she made the decision to postpone that voice and see where this led.
She'd come to suspect that one reason her relationships hadn't endured for very long was because, on some level, she craved her boyfriends treating her like a whore and they didn't. They enjoyed bedding her, yet they were tender. They "made love" to her. Being "cared for" constantly had left her feeling like they never realized her desires. It was not their fault. Nevertheless, she had never hinted she longed for the exact opposite respect. Most of the time? Perhaps always, like Lee seemed to be doing? Since this might be the first time she wasn't hiding her desires?
It was curious, besides, that her most promising relationship now included a continuous diet of sexual humiliation and objectification in an intimate environment. Sima willingly bobbed her head on his rod. Yet as she maintained forcing his thick penis down her throat, she contemplated whether there could be too much of a beneficial thing.
Lee's hand gripped the top of her head. Sima liked it there, a strong guarantee that she was correctly pleasuring his cock. She employed his pressure to help maintain her body steady and to help force his sturdy meat past the severe angle at the back of her throat. She encountered the blunt head of his cut penis bumping at her tonsils, slipping past her lips and entering her deep throat. Occasionally, she choked slightly and, even though there was no danger of vomiting, the gagging unleashed a torrent of thick saliva that coated his nutsack and thighs. "Well, he wanted clean, right?"
Without warning, the crease of her ass burned dramatically. A thin line of excruciating flame seared the fragile skin along her inner butt cheeks and her anus. Lee's light pressure became a firm grasp on the back of her head that kept her mouth pinned to his penis when she tried to escape the pain. New lines of pain spread throughout her behind. She yelled out in agony, then her cry was blocked by his member forcing its way into her windpipe. Suddenly, additional burning attacked her anus, a burning she'd never experienced before. She realized he was flicking her with the thin, whip-like item he'd worn on his wrist. She remembered the head of the object being long and bendy, crafted from braided leather strands. Two wide leather straps emerged from the handle, each approximately an inch wide and slightly above a foot length that ended in triangular shapes.
She attempted again to rise from his dick but he wouldn't allow it. He pressed her nose against his pubic bone, keeping his penis lodged at its deepest depth while employing his flogger. Her first shock wore off, and she discontinued battling. The whip struck her again, and she groaned around the meat occupying her windpipe. She was now prepared and, as each new ribbon of pain ignited, she merely wrinkled her brow and sucked even harder on his penis.
After Lee was convinced she wouldn't protest, he permitted Sima to inhale. As he anticipated, she gulped, but then returned to him, accepting the flogging. "Yes," he thought, "unyielding submissive!" Then he softly spoke to her, sharing his appreciation of her surrendering. "Brilliant girl, Sima. I'm really delighted you went back down on me. As a reward, I want you to reach between your legs and finger your whore-pussy while I continue whipping you. I believe you'll find that hurt increases your pleasure. I wish that would be the case. I know that causing you pain is certainly adding to my arousal!" [2]
Sima had a feeling she knew where this sex-pain escalation was leading. She thought, "What in the world did I think he was going to do with that whip?" She didn't feel scared. The pain was bearable, like the spankings and belt punishments. She found that this kind of pain comforted her, soothed the darkness left behind by sleeping with strangers. It was a kind of pain she welcomed. But it was also making her wet, sending shivers through her uterus, whereas she wasn't being punished. "What the heck?" she questioned.
Sima obeyed his demands, even as the pain intensified on her anus and butt. She inserted her fingers into her soaked pussy, smearing the natural lubricant. She understood that this sexual encounter was satisfying his need to whip her. He'd even admitted it. Something about her suffering aroused him... But it aroused her as well! Sima felt the same excitement when he choked her with his cock or drilled her ass. She eased her fingers out of her vagina, traced them down to her inner thigh, between the labia minora and discovered her cooking bud. She lifted the hood, revealed her swollen release button. She stroked it, squeezed, and felt her uterus tighten. Sima realized she was about to climax. She took Lee's penis even deeper down her throat, trying to lick the tip when she knew he was about to cum. The pain and arousal consumed her, making her yearn for his release. She sped up her movements, bobbing her head violently, steering the whip against her anus, aiming for the reddest spot on her ass cheeks.
Lee held back the whip, landing it swiftly on her anal cleft. The pain was still intense, but like the night before, the pain transformed from stinging to a duller kind. The ass slaps shifted from stinging sharpness to a blended sting-pressure sensation. Lee's strikes hit her anus, which was surprisingly enjoyable. The assault merged with her thoughts, tickling her womb and clitoris. Suddenly, Sima reached the peak of climax! She took Lee's member even deeper down her throat. His dick pulsed intensely and she grabbed his testicles, exhorting him to cum. She couldn't wait any longer to feel the release gushing into her mouth and neck. She lifted herself with her right hand and buried her head on his organ. Sima sucked eagerly, trying to extract every last drop of his sperm.
Lee barked, "You cocksucking whore! You suck like you're addicted to cock! It's no wonder you could swallow three dicks so quickly, it didn't even give your exes a chance." Sima's face burned red with embarrassment by Lee's offensive remarks, yet there was a strange pride in her accomplishment.
Sima's hands found his ass cheeks, gripping them with desperation so he wouldn't slip out of her mouth. Her climax came, riding her like a wild wind. She yelled, "Aaaaghhh!" and prayed he didn't stop now. A tremendous orgasm tore through her body. Saliva and her pussy juice lost the battle against the coercion of gravity and trickled down her cheeks. Sima's body shook as she coughed on the cock, trying not to damage it. Steam rose out of her mouth, and cum slick undulated on Lee's cock, her fingers and her jaw.
Then, her climax culminated, releasing a torrent of pleasure out of her belly. She cried for support, wrapped her arms around his hips. "Are you done with me, lean on me, it's over, let's stop," Sima requested but she couldn't hide her throaty grunts of blue balls and he was having none of it. "Fuck your stupid request!" she thought.
Defeated, she fell to her knees and grabbed his hip, to halt his penile thrusts. As his cum pumped from his balls into her tight throat, waves of orgasmic pleasure overwhelmed her. Eagerly, she lapped at him, wanting to taste every drop of his load. She swallowed convulsively, licking her lips in fascination.
Suddenly, her own need rushed forward, her womb tightened. Waves of pleasure burst forth. Her knees trembled and she shouted in ecstasy. The cum from Lee escaped her mouth with every gasping breath. "Aaaaahhhh!! His hot sperm dripped down her cheek, her arms crossed over her chest, her body a swirl of mixed saliva and cum, and her screams reverberated, please stop, stop fucking me, give me a break, please... stopped only the cum.
Sima gasped hard trying to regain her breath, making her body shudder as the pleasure subsided and faded. She let her knee drop and surrendered to the crashing orgasm. She grinned uncontrollably. They had shared the sweet exchange.
Her thoughtful subservience and skillful oral sex had delivered a torrent of bliss and pain, their personal commitments, leaving their respite bloodied and entangled.
Lee's correct! Cum is like nourishment for me! Sima moaned. Her sphincter tightened in sync with the ones gripping her vagina. She felt the marks left by Lee's whip; felt them scorching across her bottom cheeks; enhancing the sexual pulsating in her stomach. She was on the verge of tears as she wrestled with the oppressive routine of her new lifestyle and knowing that enduring whipping made her climax intensely! And particularly, being whipped by Lee started to feel ordinary. It's simply something else the slut would do to obtain pleasure, the slut Lee recognizes I am now; the slut who indulged in throat-fucking in a washroom, coveting it, longing for it so badly she attempted to steal a handful of it between dances at the club. Then she stopped thinking altogether and let herself be swept away by the storm tearing her thoughts apart.
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