Chatroulette Vs Omegle - Then she lies down on a big red lollipop to...

WHACK!! She whips the dildo against the wall and then the cock. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! AGAIN! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! ********* "Now, stop that, I will tell your master what you did wrong," Her Master whispers. He reaches down to the blackboard and pulls out a pair of handcuffs. "Sit in the corner, Chatroulette Vs Omegle, I will give you more." He points to a low leather bench he has placed in the corner. Chatroulette Vs Omegle kneels in the middle of the bench facing the wall and leans forward, facing the whip. Her Master puts cuffs on each wrist, fastening them in the leather. "Now, since you are about to be punished, just lie still," Her Master whispers. Chatroulette Vs Omegle' eyes roll up into her head as her body shudders with fear and anger. "No? Do you agree to my request?" Her Master asks. "Well, Master, " Chatroulette Vs Omegle lies on the bench gasping softly. "Yes, Mistress, " her voice tapers out.

"Now, what would you like?" His hand glides down over Chatroulette Vs Omegle' slit, bringing slow glistening trails of wetness. "Blow," He blows across her pussy and clit. Countless whips falling in a silvery blue and white flogger style. "On you knees, little one. I will tell each of your doms what to do with you after I get back," His Master whispers. Marie dangled there in the center of the bench, her tiny, translucent hole still gaping to the left. Firm and sensitive nipples, a dark red they grew and stood upright, puckered almost to boy-like perfection. Wings curled in a heavy spangle through crevices in the bench, hands and feet tied to the benches' legs. "I do not want the china doll. You will do as I say," His Master commands.

Chatroulette Vs Omegle, not daring to move before Her Chatroulette Vs Omegle, lies still, trembling and on fire. She listens, willing to whatever will be whispered to her instead of her Masters words. "Do you hear me, Chatroulette Vs Omegle? Do you obey me now?" He repeats his question. "Yes, my lord," Chatroulette Vs Omegle quietly answers. "Yes, my lord," Another sharp smack sounds against Chatroulette Vs Omegle' soft smooth bottom. "Wrist," He signals with a nod. Chatroulette Vs Omegle raises her hand up and grasps the hem of her skirt. With a loud "Whack" Marie's bare bottom stings against the edge of the bench. The stinging, hot blows, brought with her body's last embers, cause her bottom to quickly become salubrious. Only the occasional groan of the spanking, makes her bottom so delightful to the touch. "Did I give you permission to have that wet cunt?" her Master whispers..