Anakarla Camgirl - Having lost too much money to fuck me.

I say that you may serve me under the right circumstances. She looks me up and down and nods. I order her to strip. "Anakarla Anakarla Camgirlgirl girl tell me what you are and where you are from." Anakarla Anakarla Camgirlgirl fingered me and took my nipple, both are pulling at me hard. She says I am a nice bitch." "Yes Mistress my name is Anakarla Camgirl and you are my Mistress." "Good girl. You may serve me slave." With that I removed my hands from my pussy and nipples. Anakarla Camgirl held me in both hands and I began to feel. I felt someone stretch my asshole, and again rub lips against my pussy. With each thrust my ass felt invader, and I tried to push back but the lips never joined my pussy. "Oh my god Mistress. You keep pulling at me hard." "Yes my slave." With that Mistress put her in a bearhug and zipped it shut. She helped me out of the car, and then took my bag and my dress. She walked over to me and grabbed my arms, making me bend over. She tossed me roughly on my back and pushed me face first down on the floor.

She then tied my hands to the arms of the bed, which forced me to stay that way. "Yes Mistress, you did good slave." She said. Then she pulled my arms above my head and tied them to the bedpost. "Now that's what I thought was a good girl. If you are a good girl you will get a reward." I was told. When she was finished she took out a vibrator, and cleaned it between my pussy and ass. I could hear her leave the room and returned moments later, wearing a grey silk sheet. She guided the vibrator into my body, slowly but surely. I heard a buzzing noise, and then felt a very slight chill. I felt hot wax poured onto my ass cheeks, and then felt it as the cherry blossoms were blazed. The pain I felt from the leather rasp came from my pussy, not from my ass. The pain of the clit on my ass was very pleasurable. But the ache in my pussy that followed the insertion of the vibrator nearly drove me insane. The pain now came from my ass, not from my pussy.

My legs were flung wide as the restraints were loosened. I felt myself start to cry. The room was silent. I breathed in deeply the breathing of nature, hearing cicadas and some birds chimes. This was one of the rare occasions when I was very tender. It was like my pussy was auctioned off to a sex shop. Every cent that went to my pussy was turned into a crowing song. The more I screamed with the pain of the clamps and paddles, the more the auctioned sounds became. It all became too much. I was blushing, trembling and I was lost in a world with only two objects: the paddle and the vibrator. Each day that passed became more frustrating. The paddle was the worst, but the vibrator was even worse. Whenever I went limp in my paddling, the clamps would plunge deep into my sex, sending electricity through my body like lightning. I would cry out for mercy, but never knowing whether my victims were truly in pain or pleasure..