head to try and determine what her mistress was doing by sound and smell alone. She could hear slightly agitated breathing and a light shifting of feet. Something was picked up and then walked back towards her. “Mistress?”
No words. She felt hands press in between her thighs and lower leg, applying gentle force upwards. She took it as a nonverbal command, raising herself up to rest directly on her knees. Isha was close. The pine scent of her soap was distinct above all the earthy tones of the house or their bodies. Tanya felt rope wrap around her thighs, not one at a time but both. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat.
“Stand.”
The only sound other than breathing and rope against skin were those words. She did as she was told, soon feeling her ankles being wrapped securely in rope as well. It was all she could do to stay balanced and upright as she was tied.
“On your knees.”
This time the rope was tied between her ankles and thighs. It was short, restricting her from moving them further apart than what was required for kneeling. No more commands seemed to be forthcoming so she remained on her knees, listening. It was quiet, too quiet. The kind of quiet you only experience when something is going on. Tanya turned her head, angling it up towards where she felt Isha’s presence.
A new scent hit her nostrils, she knew what it was. She parted her lips to ask mistress what she wished but was stopped by feeling the thick shaft rest against her cheek. It was like a knife to her throat, in a way. Her early training was still deeply rooted in her and it was a powerful enough memory that she still froze as she had been taught and let Isha take what she wanted. Even her lips remained frozen in place, parted just slightly. Below the blindfold her eyes moved to stare at the blackness near where she felt the warm, slightly damp weight against her skin.
Isha’s body was close to her. She could feel the sorceress’ balls gradually press up against the line of her jaw; feel the weight of the hefty shaft push towards the center of her face, smearing across her features. Warm, viscous precum painted her cheekbone lewdly as the crown of her mistress’ shaft strayed downwards. She felt the thick vein below against her lips and pushed a gentle kiss up at the lightly veined skin.
That was not what was wanted of her, though. Instead she compliantly opened her mouth as far as she was capable of, feeling that fat dick take up so much space. It astounded her every time. Her jaw began to ache lightly and she felt the corners of her mouth strain a little. She had opened as far as she could to give her mistress’ large cock a new home but it seemed Isha had no intention of using anything but the welcome mat, simply letting the crown of her cock rest on the girl’s pillowy tongue.
“ You keep your mouth open, and you keep it in your mouth, Tanya. No matter what.”
She gave several faint, swift nods, feeling comparatively cool air through her nose and against the roof of her mouth for a long moment. Then, Isha began to withdraw. Tanya had not been prepared, had simply believed that she was in for more training than they had managed in the morning. She desperately tried to shuffle forward and lean forward, stretching her neck as far as it would go, but she could feel the warmth and weight slipping from her tongue. Isha still moved backwards.
With a high-pitched mewl, Tanya lost contact, her outstretched tongue hanging in the air for a moment, her slightly strained breathing joining with Isha’s. Her teeth curled as she withdrew her tongue and sank to her heels, whining quietly.
“ Look up, Tanya.”
She did, with wet breath pushing past slightly parted lips. She was not far from a panting dog, in that moment. A dog that knew it had done something it was not meant to. Her shoulders rose defensively as fingers dug into her hair and yanked her upwards, the iron grip holding her head in place to receive three hard smacks
No words. She felt hands press in between her thighs and lower leg, applying gentle force upwards. She took it as a nonverbal command, raising herself up to rest directly on her knees. Isha was close. The pine scent of her soap was distinct above all the earthy tones of the house or their bodies. Tanya felt rope wrap around her thighs, not one at a time but both. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat.
“Stand.”
The only sound other than breathing and rope against skin were those words. She did as she was told, soon feeling her ankles being wrapped securely in rope as well. It was all she could do to stay balanced and upright as she was tied.
“On your knees.”
This time the rope was tied between her ankles and thighs. It was short, restricting her from moving them further apart than what was required for kneeling. No more commands seemed to be forthcoming so she remained on her knees, listening. It was quiet, too quiet. The kind of quiet you only experience when something is going on. Tanya turned her head, angling it up towards where she felt Isha’s presence.
A new scent hit her nostrils, she knew what it was. She parted her lips to ask mistress what she wished but was stopped by feeling the thick shaft rest against her cheek. It was like a knife to her throat, in a way. Her early training was still deeply rooted in her and it was a powerful enough memory that she still froze as she had been taught and let Isha take what she wanted. Even her lips remained frozen in place, parted just slightly. Below the blindfold her eyes moved to stare at the blackness near where she felt the warm, slightly damp weight against her skin.
Isha’s body was close to her. She could feel the sorceress’ balls gradually press up against the line of her jaw; feel the weight of the hefty shaft push towards the center of her face, smearing across her features. Warm, viscous precum painted her cheekbone lewdly as the crown of her mistress’ shaft strayed downwards. She felt the thick vein below against her lips and pushed a gentle kiss up at the lightly veined skin.
That was not what was wanted of her, though. Instead she compliantly opened her mouth as far as she was capable of, feeling that fat dick take up so much space. It astounded her every time. Her jaw began to ache lightly and she felt the corners of her mouth strain a little. She had opened as far as she could to give her mistress’ large cock a new home but it seemed Isha had no intention of using anything but the welcome mat, simply letting the crown of her cock rest on the girl’s pillowy tongue.
“ You keep your mouth open, and you keep it in your mouth, Tanya. No matter what.”
She gave several faint, swift nods, feeling comparatively cool air through her nose and against the roof of her mouth for a long moment. Then, Isha began to withdraw. Tanya had not been prepared, had simply believed that she was in for more training than they had managed in the morning. She desperately tried to shuffle forward and lean forward, stretching her neck as far as it would go, but she could feel the warmth and weight slipping from her tongue. Isha still moved backwards.
With a high-pitched mewl, Tanya lost contact, her outstretched tongue hanging in the air for a moment, her slightly strained breathing joining with Isha’s. Her teeth curled as she withdrew her tongue and sank to her heels, whining quietly.
“ Look up, Tanya.”
She did, with wet breath pushing past slightly parted lips. She was not far from a panting dog, in that moment. A dog that knew it had done something it was not meant to. Her shoulders rose defensively as fingers dug into her hair and yanked her upwards, the iron grip holding her head in place to receive three hard smacks
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