Thread: Between: A slave's life (Angel X QB)

The defiance burning in her eyes wasn't admirable at the least a few hours spent in confinement, combined with orgasm denial and she would become as willing as Slut would be. Of course, in the latter's case it was only because she loved being punished by his firm hand, but the premise wasn't any different she was going to suffer and she will endure it exquisitely. By the end of it when she returns to him, she would be begging for the right to cum by that time. His hand softly played with her hair, rubbing her scalp as if she were a dog who enjoyed being petted like so. Removing her blindfold, then he cupped her chin and made her look towards Slut who had revolved so that her lower areas could be seen, where the crotchrope pressed so tightly against her visibly wet and engorged pussy lips. See that girl? She's enjoying this...if you follow her foot steps perhaps you'll be treated better. he said, smiling as he watched the girl look back. Slut relished in his praise a true slave enjoyed her master's pleasure even if it came from her own suffering. Truly so, why else would Slut be so wet, dripping with her own arousal as she hung there. Many girls would feel that the hogtie suspension would be nothing but torture, but Slut took it all in, her petite body taking in all of the suffering he inflicted upon her. Gazing through those glazed eyes, scored with rope marks he would enjoy giving her tender demonstrations of love, kissing and cuddling with the girl after each session. If she had been good, he would even let her lips or her lower loins taste his cock. Smiling, he walked up towards Slut and decided to reward her compliance as an example to the more unruly Heather. Good girl...I give you permission to cum. he whispered, softly stroking her heated, plump lower lips as he stroked gently, slowly rising until he knew that she was on the brink. He instinctively knew...the way her body shuddered, her breathing, her moaning and her flustered neck and cheeks...he whispered the words, the very things she would desire to hear Cum. With that, he watched the spectacular sight, making sure that the unruly Heather witnessed a girl riding through a powerful and satisfying climax. When she was done, he kissed her forehead and slowly snuck in a vibrator into her warm flesh, still flustered from the orgasm. Letting the remote hang, the small toy buzzed, furthering her ecstacy as she would drift out of her afterglow back into her exquisite torment. What does Slut say after Master services her? he said, smiling as he soon departed, leaving Slut to suffer. Meanwhile, it was time for Heather to suffer. It was a toy that would have Mallory quivering in delight when it would be fed right into her pussy. Inserting quite a big toy, it was roughly the width of one and a half dildos, filling in her hole as he strapped it down on her cunt and her pussy. Of course the butt plug didn't slide in, but he walked over towards Slut, lathering a bit of her pussy juices onto the plug and a bit of oil as he lubricated her anus, inserting the invader onward. Then, he calibrated the toy, slowly connecting the wires to a small box inside the piano. Slut has ridden through Beethoven's Symphonies orgasming so many times...I wonder if you will experience the same! Only when he played a high note did it apparently become obvious what the device did. Every note he played corresponded to a certain speed the vibrator sped up at. Worse yet, it seemed to vibrate at three different areas one near her lower parts, one near the middle and one at the outside against her clit and her lips. He played another note and held it, as the vibration was extremely intense and buzzed at her clit. It would be enough to leave Slut panting. The varying speeds also made it hard to determine when she can cum allowing him to deny her orgasm as he so pleased. Stretching his fingers, he listened not to what pleas or mercy that may come from her as he played his song, fingers dancing across his piano as he brought the vibrator to life, ravaging her love tunnel with an ungodly amount of arousal. Just when she was about to cum forcibly, the solo began, quietly reducing the amount of vibration to the point where she could be frustrated just by the denial and refusal of the pitch to rise. Occasional rises in sound could fuel moments of sharp arousal, only to fall and further her frustration.