in quick succession. Right cheek, left, right again.
Her breath was fast and tears had been driven from her eyes at the stinging hits to her face. Slowly, hesitantly, her shoulders sank again and her grimace lightened. She parted her lips and stuck out her tongue again. The grip on her hair was still there and this time it was used to guide her deeper. She felt beginning contractions in her chest as the fat, heavy dick pushed deeper in her mouth and into her throat, the silence in the room broken only by sharp squelches, withheld retching and Isha’s breathing.
It was the first time she had been trusted to do this without a gag. That was the only thought her mind had room for, other than the pressing, primal alerts that accompanied choking. Her throat worked furiously to clear the blockage; the squelching, wet sounds strengthening in number and volume as she sank towards her mistress’ pelvis. Her nose bumped against soft skin, and she knew that this was the worst it would get. It was almost a comfort to be able to feel Isha’s skin against her forehead.
For a moment, at least, it was close to comfort. But the need for air became ever more pressing and her panicked squelches became ever loud. She began to thrash and emit nonsensical warning sounds. She could feel her jaws tightening, fighting against it with all she had. But Isha kept holding her in place.
A single, desperate exhalation was let out. She felt the hold of her hair loosen and fell backwards. Autonomous, high-pitched gasps filled the room with sound as the drool-covered, messy shaft withdrew. She breathed around it, trying to calm herself, knowing from experience that the rush of adrenaline would subside and be replaced with a bittersweet, aching weakness. She waited, and breathed, and occasionally closed her lips around her mistress’ fat dick.
Tanya felt a fingertip press against the blindfold. The damp cloth pushed against her skin and slowly she realized how teary she got during her attempts to please mistress. She let out a high-pitched, meek whine as the finger trailed down over her cheek, down below her chin before leaving her. She would be given no more pauses.
It was an uncomfortable waddle out of the room, past the kitchen and into the living room, even if it was slow. Moving on her knees like that was not something Tanya was used to, even less so while she had to worry about keeping Isha in her mouth. The stocks didn’t make things easier, with balance being a serious concern. More than once she felt herself teetering on the edge of falling over as she rushed along to follow her mistress.
To her surprise, she heard the light metallic scratching of key finding lock, and soon after felt the stocks open, freeing her neck and giving her tired arms leave to sink down along her sides.
“ I’m going to sit, Tanya.”
She followed the movement as best she could as her mistress eased down into a low leather chair. It was clear that Isha was still on the edge of the chair, since Tanya could not feel the distinctive sensation of toughened leather against her skin, only smell it. There was a little shuffling and a pillow was thrown in front of her knees.
“You know what to do, miss submissive.”
It was hard for her to judge Isha’s tone. She did not sound particularly spiteful, though it was certainly in there to some extent. Disappointed, it was hard to tell. She was too aroused for it to be easy to tell the subtleties of her moods by voice alone. Tanya knew what was expected of her, regardless. On her knees, given a pillow to rest on more comfortably; this was the fairly obvious signal that her mistress expected to receive oral attention.
Temporary rules stopped applying so Tanya withdrew, her moist lips hovering a hair’s thickness from the slick, large crown of her mistress’ shaft. Puckering her lips, she pressed an almost prim kiss onto it. To her, the regular blowjobs she was expected to perform had become almost ceremonial. It was a
Her breath was fast and tears had been driven from her eyes at the stinging hits to her face. Slowly, hesitantly, her shoulders sank again and her grimace lightened. She parted her lips and stuck out her tongue again. The grip on her hair was still there and this time it was used to guide her deeper. She felt beginning contractions in her chest as the fat, heavy dick pushed deeper in her mouth and into her throat, the silence in the room broken only by sharp squelches, withheld retching and Isha’s breathing.
It was the first time she had been trusted to do this without a gag. That was the only thought her mind had room for, other than the pressing, primal alerts that accompanied choking. Her throat worked furiously to clear the blockage; the squelching, wet sounds strengthening in number and volume as she sank towards her mistress’ pelvis. Her nose bumped against soft skin, and she knew that this was the worst it would get. It was almost a comfort to be able to feel Isha’s skin against her forehead.
For a moment, at least, it was close to comfort. But the need for air became ever more pressing and her panicked squelches became ever loud. She began to thrash and emit nonsensical warning sounds. She could feel her jaws tightening, fighting against it with all she had. But Isha kept holding her in place.
A single, desperate exhalation was let out. She felt the hold of her hair loosen and fell backwards. Autonomous, high-pitched gasps filled the room with sound as the drool-covered, messy shaft withdrew. She breathed around it, trying to calm herself, knowing from experience that the rush of adrenaline would subside and be replaced with a bittersweet, aching weakness. She waited, and breathed, and occasionally closed her lips around her mistress’ fat dick.
Tanya felt a fingertip press against the blindfold. The damp cloth pushed against her skin and slowly she realized how teary she got during her attempts to please mistress. She let out a high-pitched, meek whine as the finger trailed down over her cheek, down below her chin before leaving her. She would be given no more pauses.
It was an uncomfortable waddle out of the room, past the kitchen and into the living room, even if it was slow. Moving on her knees like that was not something Tanya was used to, even less so while she had to worry about keeping Isha in her mouth. The stocks didn’t make things easier, with balance being a serious concern. More than once she felt herself teetering on the edge of falling over as she rushed along to follow her mistress.
To her surprise, she heard the light metallic scratching of key finding lock, and soon after felt the stocks open, freeing her neck and giving her tired arms leave to sink down along her sides.
“ I’m going to sit, Tanya.”
She followed the movement as best she could as her mistress eased down into a low leather chair. It was clear that Isha was still on the edge of the chair, since Tanya could not feel the distinctive sensation of toughened leather against her skin, only smell it. There was a little shuffling and a pillow was thrown in front of her knees.
“You know what to do, miss submissive.”
It was hard for her to judge Isha’s tone. She did not sound particularly spiteful, though it was certainly in there to some extent. Disappointed, it was hard to tell. She was too aroused for it to be easy to tell the subtleties of her moods by voice alone. Tanya knew what was expected of her, regardless. On her knees, given a pillow to rest on more comfortably; this was the fairly obvious signal that her mistress expected to receive oral attention.
Temporary rules stopped applying so Tanya withdrew, her moist lips hovering a hair’s thickness from the slick, large crown of her mistress’ shaft. Puckering her lips, she pressed an almost prim kiss onto it. To her, the regular blowjobs she was expected to perform had become almost ceremonial. It was a
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