BEST USE OF THE DINING TABLE
Coming back home to a home cooked meal is ducking awesome. It gets even more better when you enter your bedroom to see your slave kneeling in the middle in a lacy lingerie set.
I entered the master bedroom to see my slave kneeling on the carpet, in the middle of the room. She had her head bowed, her eyes sat on the floor. Her figure poised as her ass sat on her feet.
I stopped right in front of her taking in her almost naked form, in the time of Christmas.
The night will be long, why not start with some warm up.
I walked to the the cupboard grabbing everything I needed. Walking around Aarohi, who remained in the same position, I crouched on her back and began with blindfolding my bitch.
Bringing a satin cloth around her eyes, I tied it behind her head as she whimpered on the loss of her sight.
I grabbed the the bit gag, in shape of a dog bone, and pressed it against her lips signalling for entrance in her mouth.
My breath fanned on her neck when I began to kiss her shoulder. After planting numerous hickies. I bought the leash out and attached the hook to my slave’s silver collar, with a bell.
She probably didn’t realise this, but anyways she soon would.
I stripped off my shirt and then picked up the other end of the leash pulled her neck forward. She seemed dazed with the sudden movement, but soon realised, that she was leashed.
“Start crawling” I said and she shifted on all her fours, hands and knees, in the right position.
I pull the leash and start walking with my slave crawling behind. We reach the formal drawing room and I let her sit on her knees in a corner amd pull the curtains on my favourite wall. The wall consists the X cross. Saint Andrews Cross.
“Stand up” I told her and after she did, I pulled the leash and pushed her in front of the X-cross
Starting with buckling her legs to the cross, I proceeded with pulling up her hands and attaching them to the top corners of the X - cross. Her front was strapped against the X cross and her back with the plum ass is in full view to me.
Her body shivered coming in contact with the cold X cross but it didn’t proceed.
Standing behind her I started kissing her neck. Pushing aside her hair I planted hickeys on her back, all the way I could. Pushing my groin to her ass, I heard a soft moan escaping her mouth and I continued to rub my growing against her ass. Time passed until I felt satisfied of my art work on her back.
This is just the start.
I brought my favourite bull whip from the bedroom, leaving the slave to dread what’s to come her way. I removed my oxfords, and without making a tiny bit of noise walked towards her.
My slave, tied to the Saint Andrews Cross, blindfolded and gagged awaited as what I, her owner, her master, have in store for her.
I raised the whip in air, and hit down on her ass.
“Ahh” she sound a little and I continued. When I completed five hits, I realised it would be better with her lace removed. Dropping the bull whip on the side table, I manoeuvred my hands on the band of her lace underwear and let them creep to her pussy. I found what I wanted and began to rub against her clit. Her body arched, while I rubbed her pussy with her lace as a barrier. I knew the exact point her arousal was building and detached my hand, and slapping her right bum lightly I geared off her lace panties and those little black things fell to the floor.
Picking up the bull whip again, I began hitting her.
The plum, round, big and soft ass, my target.
I whipped her ass for a total of 50 times, also until her ass was cherry, lusty red with cut marks and blood bleeding.
I picked up my other spanking object the heart shaped riding crop.
This time her tight pussy was my target. I rubbed the crop across her sex, and positioned it the best way to target her pussy.
I hit her the first time, and it only took one hit for her pussy to turn red. And another 20 for it to hurt like a bitch to her.
Dropping all the spanking object, I opened her ties and turned her around. The blindfold, gag and her lace bra still on. The satin cloth was wet.
The bitch cried.
I got a rope and began to tie a harness bondage around her breasts. I tied it the tightest around her boobs, to the point I knew they will turn blue and purple in some time. I shackled her ankles and her wrists. I removed the blindfold, but let the gag remain.
“Heat my dinner, and serve it” I commanded and turned around to make an important call.
I knew she stood there for some time until hear light footsteps retreated to the kitchen. I called my manager for an important arrangement. I spread the napkin in my lap, as Aarohi sat the final plate of dinner in front of me and disappeared.
She was still gagged and leashed, I didn’t bother to remove any of them.
After putting the dirty dishes away she came back to the dining room and stood silently in a corner, just like always.
Her eyes were still numb from the crying.I threw away the ball gag and removed the shackles and then wrapped my hands around her waist and pushed her against the wall.
“My stupid bitch”
“Ahh.. ohh he” she whimpered when I pressed her ass to the wall.
“I have better ways to make you cry” I smirked and picked her . She put her legs around my waist and I placed her on the dining table.
I ran my hands across her breasts and then smashed my lips on hers.
“My cunt” I whispered squeezing her ass. I grabbed the front of her bra and tore it down hurting her in the motion.
She gasped as my fingers danced on her inner thigh. Smirking at her, I pulled my pants down, with th boxers and rubbed my boner in her thighs.
She is wet
Just like always
Just like a cunt whore
Just like a bitch slave
I licked her neck and her chest and then pushed my dick inside in me harsh thrust.
She cried out. Tears falling for, her beautiful blue eyes.
I fastened my pace, ignoring her whimpers, and pushed her on the table.
She fell on her back with a thud. I am sure if it was a little harder, she will break a bone.
She was screaming, moaning, and crying with each thrust as my pace and harshness both increased.
I took the back of her knees in my both hands and pushed her legs high on my shoulder. In the next minutes her orgasm came and she milked my cock.
Enough lubricant for me to last much longer.
I gathered some of her cum in my hand and pushed it in her mouth. My finger remained being sucked by her and I continued to speed up inside her hole. Another minute in and I exploded in her hole.
Her toes curled and she released again. I pulled out, pushing her legs off her cum flowing out of her hole.
No other best use of a dining table…
BEST USE OF THE DINING TABLE
Coming back home to a home cooked meal is ducking awesome. It gets even more better when you enter your bedroom to see your slave kneeling in the middle in a lacy lingerie set.
I entered the master bedroom to see my slave kneeling on the carpet, in the middle of the room. She had her head bowed, her eyes sat on the floor. Her figure poised as her ass sat on her feet.
I stopped right in front of her taking in her almost naked form, in the time of Christmas.
The night will be long, why not start with some warm up.
I walked to the the cupboard grabbing everything I needed. Walking around Aarohi, who remained in the same position, I crouched on her back and began with blindfolding my bitch.
Bringing a satin cloth around her eyes, I tied it behind her head as she whimpered on the loss of her sight.
I grabbed the the bit gag, in shape of a dog bone, and pressed it against her lips signalling for entrance in her mouth.
My breath fanned on her neck when I began to kiss her shoulder. After planting numerous hickies. I bought the leash out and attached the hook to my slave’s silver collar, with a bell.
She probably didn’t realise this, but anyways she soon would.
I stripped off my shirt and then picked up the other end of the leash pulled her neck forward. She seemed dazed with the sudden movement, but soon realised, that she was leashed.
“Start crawling” I said and she shifted on all her fours, hands and knees, in the right position.
I pull the leash and start walking with my slave crawling behind. We reach the formal drawing room and I let her sit on her knees in a corner amd pull the curtains on my favourite wall. The wall consists the X cross. Saint Andrews Cross.
“Stand up” I told her and after she did, I pulled the leash and pushed her in front of the X-cross
Starting with buckling her legs to the cross, I proceeded with pulling up her hands and attaching them to the top corners of the X - cross. Her front was strapped against the X cross and her back with the plum ass is in full view to me.
Her body shivered coming in contact with the cold X cross but it didn’t proceed.
Standing behind her I started kissing her neck. Pushing aside her hair I planted hickeys on her back, all the way I could. Pushing my groin to her ass, I heard a soft moan escaping her mouth and I continued to rub my growing against her ass. Time passed until I felt satisfied of my art work on her back.
This is just the start.
I brought my favourite bull whip from the bedroom, leaving the slave to dread what’s to come her way. I removed my oxfords, and without making a tiny bit of noise walked towards her.
My slave, tied to the Saint Andrews Cross, blindfolded and gagged awaited as what I, her owner, her master, have in store for her.
I raised the whip in air, and hit down on her ass.
“Ahh” she sound a little and I continued. When I completed five hits, I realised it would be better with her lace removed. Dropping the bull whip on the side table, I manoeuvred my hands on the band of her lace underwear and let them creep to her pussy. I found what I wanted and began to rub against her clit. Her body arched, while I rubbed her pussy with her lace as a barrier. I knew the exact point her arousal was building and detached my hand, and slapping her right bum lightly I geared off her lace panties and those little black things fell to the floor.
Picking up the bull whip again, I began hitting her.
The plum, round, big and soft ass, my target.
I whipped her ass for a total of 50 times, also until her ass was cherry, lusty red with cut marks and blood bleeding.
I picked up my other spanking object the heart shaped riding crop.
This time her tight pussy was my target. I rubbed the crop across her sex, and positioned it the best way to target her pussy.
I hit her the first time, and it only took one hit for her pussy to turn red. And another 20 for it to hurt like a bitch to her.
Dropping all the spanking object, I opened her ties and turned her around. The blindfold, gag and her lace bra still on. The satin cloth was wet.
The bitch cried.
I got a rope and began to tie a harness bondage around her breasts. I tied it the tightest around her boobs, to the point I knew they will turn blue and purple in some time. I shackled her ankles and her wrists. I removed the blindfold, but let the gag remain.
“Heat my dinner, and serve it” I commanded and turned around to make an important call.
I knew she stood there for some time until hear light footsteps retreated to the kitchen. I called my manager for an important arrangement. I spread the napkin in my lap, as Aarohi sat the final plate of dinner in front of me and disappeared.
She was still gagged and leashed, I didn’t bother to remove any of them.
After putting the dirty dishes away she came back to the dining room and stood silently in a corner, just like always.
Her eyes were still numb from the crying.I threw away the ball gag and removed the shackles and then wrapped my hands around her waist and pushed her against the wall.
“My stupid bitch”
“Ahh.. ohh he” she whimpered when I pressed her ass to the wall.
“I have better ways to make you cry” I smirked and picked her . She put her legs around my waist and I placed her on the dining table.
I ran my hands across her breasts and then smashed my lips on hers.
“My cunt” I whispered squeezing her ass. I grabbed the front of her bra and tore it down hurting her in the motion.
She gasped as my fingers danced on her inner thigh. Smirking at her, I pulled my pants down, with th boxers and rubbed my boner in her thighs.
She is wet
Just like always
Just like a cunt whore
Just like a bitch slave
I licked her neck and her chest and then pushed my dick inside in me harsh thrust.
She cried out. Tears falling for, her beautiful blue eyes.
I fastened my pace, ignoring her whimpers, and pushed her on the table.
She fell on her back with a thud. I am sure if it was a little harder, she will break a bone.
She was screaming, moaning, and crying with each thrust as my pace and harshness both increased.
I took the back of her knees in my both hands and pushed her legs high on my shoulder. In the next minutes her orgasm came and she milked my cock.
Enough lubricant for me to last much longer.
I gathered some of her cum in my hand and pushed it in her mouth. My finger remained being sucked by her and I continued to speed up inside her hole. Another minute in and I exploded in her hole.
Her toes curled and she released again. I pulled out, pushing her legs off her cum flowing out of her hole.
No other best use of a dining table…