tongue her Mistress' asshole, licking, sucking, even kissing, until
Regina
moaned softly and said, "Stop!"
"Yes, Mistress." Her face wet and dripping with the blonde's juices and her own saliva, Emily sat back, clasping her hands behind her, putting her head down. Tasha watched as
Regina
composed herself, taking a seat on the stool and flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder as she looked down at the redhead.
"Time for your punishment, bitch,"
Regina
murmured, standing and walking over to where the Sybian waited.
Slapping the back of the machine, she said, "Up!" in a commanding tone, as if she were talking to a dog.
"Yes, Mistress." Emily responded immediately, climbing up and swinging her leg over, like she was mounting a horse. Her legs were spread but she kept her pussy from touching the machine, her thighs trembling with the effort. That's clearly a rule, Tasha thought, watching in fascination as
Regina
used the riding crop to tease the redhead's fat, pink nipples. The crop slapped the curly red tuft of hair on the top of Emily's pussy, making her jump, and then slid between her clean-shaven lips, parting them, teasing.
"Mount,"
Regina
commanded.
"Yes, Mistress." Emily slid forward on the Sybian, grabbing the dildo and sliding herself slowly down onto the shaft. The look of pleasure on her face that just climbing onto the machine elicited was unmistakable.
Regina
took the controls, watching as the redhead settled herself, wiggling down onto the base, pressing the dildo all the way into her pussy. Emily's eyes closed and she bit her lip when the Sybian began to vibrate underneath her, her Mistress turning it up little by little. Tasha bit her own lip, her hands clasped in her lap as the ride began, her pussy throbbing and beginning to moisten, a Pavlovian response.
"Open your eyes, bitch!"
Regina
demanded, the crop coming down with a loud slap over the creamy flesh of the girl's behind.
"Yes, Mistress!" she gasped, her eyes flying open.
"She's watching you…"
Regina
looked over at Tasha, whose eyes flickered between the two of them. "Look into her eyes."
"Yes, Mistress," Emily moaned, chewing on her lip now as she rolled her hips against the machine, her eyes meeting Tasha's. There was a sort of pain there that Tasha couldn't identify—the pain of being seen? But the redhead moaned and rocked on top of the Sybian as
Regina
turned on the rotation, trying to keep her eyes on Tasha.
"You're a bad girl, aren't you?"
Regina
brought the crop down over the girl's behind again, making her yelp, her eyes closing involuntarily for a moment.
"Yes, Mistress!" Emily breathed the words, her half-closed eyes focused on Tasha.
"Say it, bitch!" The crop smacked smartly on the redhead's other cheek. From where Tasha was sitting, she could see a fat red splotch on the woman's behind.
"Yes, Mistress! I'm a bad girl," Emily moaned, her smooth, slick pussy lips rubbing against the Sybian's attachment, her clit easing back and forth over the ridge. "A very bad, bad, girl!"
"She can see what a bad girl you are,"
Regina
murmured, tracing the crop over the redhead's breasts. "Look, she can see how naughty you've been."
Tasha looked between them, eyes wide, re-crossing her legs and squirming against the hard surface of the chair. Emily's eyes were on her, pleading, full of some emotion— humiliation? Tasha recognized it with a flush as the woman began to climax.
"Yes, Mistress!" The redhead was coming, the crop lightly slapping at her nipples as she shuddered on top of the machine. "Bad girl, bad girl, bad girl!" she moaned over and over as she bucked on top of the Sybian, her nipples gone from pink to cherry red from the slap of the crop. Tasha swallowed hard, pressing the heat of her own pussy against the chair as she watched.
Regina
didn't slow the machine, which kept vibrating under the woman's shuddering thighs, although Emily begged her to. "Please, Mistress, I can't stand it—"
"You can."
Regina
moaned softly and said, "Stop!"
"Yes, Mistress." Her face wet and dripping with the blonde's juices and her own saliva, Emily sat back, clasping her hands behind her, putting her head down. Tasha watched as
Regina
composed herself, taking a seat on the stool and flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder as she looked down at the redhead.
"Time for your punishment, bitch,"
Regina
murmured, standing and walking over to where the Sybian waited.
Slapping the back of the machine, she said, "Up!" in a commanding tone, as if she were talking to a dog.
"Yes, Mistress." Emily responded immediately, climbing up and swinging her leg over, like she was mounting a horse. Her legs were spread but she kept her pussy from touching the machine, her thighs trembling with the effort. That's clearly a rule, Tasha thought, watching in fascination as
Regina
used the riding crop to tease the redhead's fat, pink nipples. The crop slapped the curly red tuft of hair on the top of Emily's pussy, making her jump, and then slid between her clean-shaven lips, parting them, teasing.
"Mount,"
Regina
commanded.
"Yes, Mistress." Emily slid forward on the Sybian, grabbing the dildo and sliding herself slowly down onto the shaft. The look of pleasure on her face that just climbing onto the machine elicited was unmistakable.
Regina
took the controls, watching as the redhead settled herself, wiggling down onto the base, pressing the dildo all the way into her pussy. Emily's eyes closed and she bit her lip when the Sybian began to vibrate underneath her, her Mistress turning it up little by little. Tasha bit her own lip, her hands clasped in her lap as the ride began, her pussy throbbing and beginning to moisten, a Pavlovian response.
"Open your eyes, bitch!"
Regina
demanded, the crop coming down with a loud slap over the creamy flesh of the girl's behind.
"Yes, Mistress!" she gasped, her eyes flying open.
"She's watching you…"
Regina
looked over at Tasha, whose eyes flickered between the two of them. "Look into her eyes."
"Yes, Mistress," Emily moaned, chewing on her lip now as she rolled her hips against the machine, her eyes meeting Tasha's. There was a sort of pain there that Tasha couldn't identify—the pain of being seen? But the redhead moaned and rocked on top of the Sybian as
Regina
turned on the rotation, trying to keep her eyes on Tasha.
"You're a bad girl, aren't you?"
Regina
brought the crop down over the girl's behind again, making her yelp, her eyes closing involuntarily for a moment.
"Yes, Mistress!" Emily breathed the words, her half-closed eyes focused on Tasha.
"Say it, bitch!" The crop smacked smartly on the redhead's other cheek. From where Tasha was sitting, she could see a fat red splotch on the woman's behind.
"Yes, Mistress! I'm a bad girl," Emily moaned, her smooth, slick pussy lips rubbing against the Sybian's attachment, her clit easing back and forth over the ridge. "A very bad, bad, girl!"
"She can see what a bad girl you are,"
Regina
murmured, tracing the crop over the redhead's breasts. "Look, she can see how naughty you've been."
Tasha looked between them, eyes wide, re-crossing her legs and squirming against the hard surface of the chair. Emily's eyes were on her, pleading, full of some emotion— humiliation? Tasha recognized it with a flush as the woman began to climax.
"Yes, Mistress!" The redhead was coming, the crop lightly slapping at her nipples as she shuddered on top of the machine. "Bad girl, bad girl, bad girl!" she moaned over and over as she bucked on top of the Sybian, her nipples gone from pink to cherry red from the slap of the crop. Tasha swallowed hard, pressing the heat of her own pussy against the chair as she watched.
Regina
didn't slow the machine, which kept vibrating under the woman's shuddering thighs, although Emily begged her to. "Please, Mistress, I can't stand it—"
"You can."
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