0 comments/ 18827 views/ 2 favorites Breakfast Is Served By: moonlite desire The woman woke up and looked at the dawning of the sun’s rays seeping through the windows. Tired, she yawned and stretched. Her day was just beginning, but she knows that her cowboy’s day has been going on for awhile already; he has been up for almost 3 hours, waking up at 4 am. Turning over onto her side, she reached out, her hand stroking the indentation on the pillow next to her head. A smile broke across her face. Last night was magnificent! Rissa reminisced over the events of last night, sighing like a woman well satisfied. Sean had come in late last night from helping with the birthing of a foal. They were to have a special dinner that she had made for them, but then got the call from him, saying that he wasn’t going to be able to come in right away, and wasn’t sure just exactly when he would be gone. She was disappointed, yes, but truly did understand. Still, it was hard for her to get over the letdown. Just the two of them, sharing a night of romance. Oh well she scolded herself. Things happen, and he really did love her, Rissa reminded herself. Sean made time for her when it was really important for her to speak with him, and they were going to have Friday night as their date night. That was an absolute for Sean. He made a pact with her, that they would have one night a week alone for sure, no ifs, ands, or buts. He had been good about that, and it was one of the things in their relationship that Rissa had come to rely on. Sean made time for her, let her know that he thought her important. She sent a prayer of gratitude to the powers that be, that she was blessed to have a man that made time for her, for them. Glancing at the clock, Rissa smiled slowly, the lines around her eyes smiling as a thought formed in her mind. Sean worked hard, and yet still did a lot for her as well. Look at last night, she thought with a feline pleasure; Sean may have come home late last night, but he sure made it up to her . Grinning like a Cheshire cat, she got out of bed, swaying her hips as she seductively crossed the room to get ready for the new day. Rissa felt the sweet aching of her body, and almost melted as she remembered the loving her cowboy gave her to make up for the cold dinner. Yes, she thought- Sean surprised her last night and gave her something to smile about for sure. Now, it was time to do something for him. She was going to make him breakfast, and make it in a way that he wouldn’t forget any time soon!! Rissa changed for breakfast, looking forward to Sean’s reaction. She was excited at the greeting he was going to be given, but she was still a bit nervous, so she breathed deeply and calmed herself down. Heading into the kitchen, she goes to the pantry and gets out fresh coffee beans, grinding them and measuring out the amount. Filling the filter with the dark ground fare, she inhales the smell, her nose twitching at the strong smell. Going over to another counter, she reaches on her tiptoes to get a cup and saucer down, hearing the coffee pot heating the water to make the coffee. Checking carefully to make sure that the cup wouldn’t cut the lips of his precious mouth (smiling at the thought of his mouth on hers), she puttered around the kitchen, cracking and beating eggs, grating cheese, baking cinnamon rolls which will have icing on them in a bit, making toast, and cooking some sausage links and bacon. Looking at the door for Sean’s mid morning break, hurrying, so that he won’t have to wait too long. She sees him coming in, shaking his hat on his knee, and grins, appreciating the way his frame is outlined in the doorway. She watches as he closes the door and turns his blue eyed gaze upon her, heading in her direction. Feeling her heart rate increase double time, she starts breathing faste, her mouth parted in short exhales. Her eyes widen, darken, at the intent look in his gaze, and quickly turns her back on him, her hands shaking as she stirs the cooking food, feeling flustered. Dang Sean always does this to her! One look, and she is jello. She bends over to open the oven, taking the rolls out, and places them on the cooling rack. She yelps in surprise at the feel of strong hands on her hips. Her yelp turns into a moan as he pulls her back against his arousal, and grinds it into her backside. Wrapping one arm around her to hold her against him, Sean moves his other hand under her shirt, and cups her bare breast in his palm, happy that there is no bra. Massaging her soft globe, he feels her nipple grow hard in his hand, and smiles knowingly, seeing the pulse beating wildly at her neck. He takes Rissa’s nipple between his fingers and gives a tug. She moans and trembles, leaning back into him and tilting her head against his shoulder, sighing shakily. Not one to pass an opportunity to sample a favorite area of his, Sean kisses her neck at the base of her throat softly, and then licks where his lips have touched, tasting the different smells upon her skin. Knowing she loves to be bitten there and enjoying her response to his ministrations, he places his mouth on her neck once more and opens his lips. Baring his teeth, he bites, nibbling gently, steadily increasing the pressure. Feeling her lean back more against him, he tightens his hold on her. Rissa feels her legs weakening at the onslaught of his attentions, loving the way she feels when she is with him. Excited by the gentle passion with a hint of dangerous and darker passions to come at a later time She hears her cowboy’s laughter in her ears, as he reaches off to turn off the burners, so the food won’t be spoiled. Rissa tries to regain some of her equilibrium back, turning to face him, a wicked gleam in her eye. “Alright darlin, out with it; what are you plotting just now?” he asks with a sexy drawl, not really worried. At his questioning look, Rissa shrugs and tells Sean that she’ll be right back, and places a gentle kiss on a mouth that has shown her gentleness and demanded her complete surrender. Wanting to run to the bedroom, she makes herself walk instead, and sways her hips more deliberately, wiggling her ass to taunt her sexy lover a bit, reminding him when he pulled her body flush against his hardness just a short while ago. She heard him whistle appreciatively through his teeth, whispering huskily, “Boy howdy.” Chuckling to herself, Rissa walked into the bedroom with anticipation and quickly shut the door. If he was liking what he just saw, she thought gleefully, he hasn’t seen anything yet!! When next she came out of the bedroom, Rissa saw Sean’s head bent down as he read something from the paper. Grinning, she went back over to the stove and asked him how many strips of bacon and sausage links he wanted with his breakfast. Looking up to answer her, Sean stared, mouth gaping open. Who was this sexy apparition before him? he wondered. He stayed silent, not wanting this to be just a dream. In front of the stove, Rissa watched this man, holding a spatula in her hand as she waited for his answer to her query. She tried not to laugh. Oh the look on his face was priceless, she told herself. She had to admit, it was a number that wasn’t normally worn in the kitchen while making breakfast. Wearing a red bra and red underwear, and pair of 3 inch heeled shoes, she notes all the expressions floating across Sean’s face, enjoying the look of surprise, of male interest, in his eyes. She knows she isn’t svelte or anything, but stands with a daring glint in her eyes that contrasts sharply with the calm smile on her face. His reaction makes her feel more confident and bold. “Accidentally” dropping the spatula, she bent over to pick it up, allowing him to see the generous cleavage she presents. Grinning wickedly as she sees him shifting in his seat, she slowly straightened up and walked toward him, her head tilted to one side. “What’s the matter, Cowboy? Aren’t you hungry????” “As a matter of fact, I am”, replied Sean, standing to head to the door. Looking back at her he said that he just needed to get something out of his saddle that he forgot to get out. Strange, Rissa thought to herself. Sean was always meticulous with his saddle and taking care of his possessions. Shrugging, she waited for him to come back, missing him already. It was amazing just how much of herself she had given to him, and that he returned those feelings in kind. Smiling wistfully, she glanced at the clock, curious as to what it was that Sean forgot. Smiling outside, Sean almost ran to the saddle, and grabbed the rope that was hanging from the pommel. Looking back at His bunkhouse, knowing she waits for his return, he smiled evilly. Seems like his woman is feeling a mite frisky, he mused. She would be more so before he was finished with her. Trying to calm his mounting excitement, loving the sense of power and control coursing through him, Sean walked back through the doorframe, his eyes seeking Rissa automatically. He loved her very much, and she made him feel so many things. What a surprise and joy, when it was discovered that they both liked to have a bit of kink in their lives. Memories of the times they talked, of Rissa sharing more of herself with him, giving him more of her trust. All of that has led to where they were now, he thought. The trust she showed him- it humbled him, empowered him. Together, they had explored different kinds of play, and bit by bit, she gave more control of her welfare into his care. Now, after several months together, she was his in ways that he couldn’t ever have imagined before. They had grown together a great deal, and he recognized a request for play when he saw one.. Yes, he knew Rissa very well- her body language, the tones of her voice, her fears, what she liked. Sean grinned when he replayed the moan as he bit her neck earlier. Yes, his woman was wanting him to control her right now, wanted to play. He watched her silently, noting the emotions playing across her face. Nothing was hidden from him. Not her body, not her thoughts, and not her heart. She loved him, and he would never hurt her, for that would be hurting himself. He liked the control she gave him. Approaching her with purpose he watches her, one word echoing in his mind as he surveyed her body. “MINE “ A surge of possessiveness washes over him, and arrogance and strength dominate his features. He smiles wickedly as he watches his Rissa tremble under his hot gaze. She has made sure he wouldn’t be feeling like a gentleman, so he isn’t going to act like one either, he tells himself. After all, he aims to please his “lady”. His “lady” will be quickly metamorphosing into his wanton slut in no time at all, because he wants her, and he will have what is his. Rissa turned to watch Sean come back in, and is a little confused when he tells her to sit down, that he has a gift for her. She is a little wary, sensing something is going on, but complies and sits on the chair. He has her close her eyes, and watches as her body strains to hear his movements, smiles as he watches her breathing change in anticipation of the unknown. He puts a small cloth around the rope then walks with purpose to her, and uses the rope to tie her to the chair securely. He spreads her legs wide, so that one hangs over each side of the chair, and ties her legs and ankles to the chair legs. He then takes her arms behind her, binding her wrists with restraints he got out from his room, and undoes her bra, massaging her mounds in his hands roughly, and bending down to bite her on her breast, wanting her to wear his mark the rest of the day while he is gone. She arches and gasps loudly in surprise,, sinking a little deeper into space. He smiles tenderly at her, knowing she trusts him, and then his face goes taut as desire moves with greater force through him. Yes, he will have her, and he knows she will be more than satisfied, but he is going to make her wait, making her desire mount, her need to be pleased. He wants her so hot, so hungry, that she is going to beg to be fucked, and hard, and be fucked now He gets his knife, and cuts the fabric that is covering the area he most wants access to his view, his mouth, his cock. He kneels between her legs, breathing on her clit, and parts her lips, telling her what he wants to do to her, watching the effect his words have on her body, watching her pussy starts to glisten. He smells her scent, and dips in quickly for a taste, feeling her react to his touch. He talks dirty to her now; telling her that his bitch can’t cum, unless he gives her permission to do so. HE is in control, and she will obey or else she will not be able to find her release. He will stop playing with her altogether if she cums. Smiling as she struggles to control her body's responses, he talks to he all the while- of his day, of how she looks to him, how hard he is, and just exactly how he will fill her...... First, however, he needs food. Sean eats his breakfast, watching his lovely Rissa, and feeding her, getting as turned on as she is, wanting to take what is so available to him right now. Breakfast is finally over. ‘Thank god’, Sean thinks to himself...’Satisfied with one hunger. Now it's time to satisfy another kind altogether.’ Smiling with anticipation, he moves to make good on his actions...... Breakfast is Served Drawing the covers back, hearing the hiss of the material against your spread legs. I see they are pulled back slightly, giving me full and unhindered access to your throbbing cock. My tongue sweeps my lips in anticipation, noting its length and girth. I watch it throb with each beat of your heart and notice the glistening diamond drop of pre-cum at the tip. I can't help the purr from rumbling softly in my throat as I crawl cat-like up the bed and settle between your legs. Stormy eyes darken as they meet your deep blue and I see your hungry need to feel your balls empty and fill my aching belly. I know exactly what you want and am eager to satisfy. My head dips and I breathe in your scent... your masculine and unique scent... causing my mouth to water for that first taste of perfection before me. I lean in and nuzzle your inner thigh, my tongue making little, almost delicate sweeps; causing a shiver to swim my spine as your flavor ignites my tongue. I hear your soft gasp as my tongue makes first contact and your gluts flex causing your hips rise. You ache for my mouth on your cock... and I ache to tease you just a little, work you up even more. It's simply too delicious of a thought, not to. My head nuzzles closer to your groin and the delicious prize awaiting me. I press soft wet butterfly kisses over your flesh, my tongue laying soft licks and my teeth raking in light nibbles. Pleasing you, my only focus. I hear your soft groan as my lips, tongue and teeth work languidly... taking the time to savor every last inch at my disposal. My hands are not still as fingertips and nails dance lightly over your hips and thighs, feeling the muscles beneath the flesh twitch at my touch. I hear your shallow breathing and as my eyes once more meet yours, I see hot lust clouding your vision. Your lips parted and eyes locked on the kneeling kitten before you. My head moves closer, my nose nudging your heavy balls. I inhale deeply, my eyes flutter closed... lost in your scent. Your groan of frustration and rising hips reminds me of my purpose. My head moves, dipping further down into the bed and I slide my tongue under your balls. The salty taste explodes on the wet muscle and drives my craving higher. I tongue one heavy orb into my warm, wet mouth and suckle gently, listening to your soft gasps and moans. I slip the swollen testicle free and tongue the other into my mouth... again suckling gently and savoring the taste of you. I feel the muscles of your thighs clench against my fingertips as you feel my mouth begin its worship of our magnificent organ. I release your ball and run my tongue between the two, lapping hungrily and purring the entire time. I love the taste of you and can't seem to get enough. I feel your balls resting against the sides of my tongue, hugging the slick muscle, as I make languid licks and I hear your soft growl. I feel you shift as you rise onto your forearms and watch intently as I work. I know what you want and a slow ball bath is... not... it. I move my head, running my tongue upward, your cock rising to add just a hint more pressure as I lavish a long wet lick from the base to the glistening tip. My tongue makes slow calculated circles against the supple flesh and sweeps that delicious diamond into my mouth. Your flavor blooms on my tongue and I am lost in your taste... again. Now it's my turn to moan... and moan I do. I work my tongue against the weeping hole, coaxing more fluid and lap at it hungrily. I hear your pleasurable sounds encouraging me and I open my mouth and draw just the swollen tip between my lips and suckle. I hear your hiss under my ministrations and feel your body tense and hips rise. You want more and I greedily comply. I slowly draw your cock deeper into my mouth and feel it slide along my tongue until the tip brushes the back of my throat. Holding it there, my tongue in constant motion, my stretched lips tightening, cheeks sunken against your length, I draw back and apply strong suction until the tip is once again between my hungry lips. My tongue lashes against the soft throbbing flesh, tasting more pre-cum. I slowly drop my head again, my tongue dancing around your stiff manhood, taking every last inch I possibly can until I feel the slick tip tapping against my gullet. Taking a deep breath I force my head down and feel your cock slip into my welcoming throat. I swallow around you, the muscles rippling along your length and sending electric pulses throughout your entire body. This... this is what you want. I hear your moans and growls of pleasure and know I am worshipping you and your cock perfectly. I hear the whisper of the sheets as your fingers curl against them, capturing handfuls of the delicate fabric. I feel the muscles of your thighs tremble as I hold my head deep against your groin, my nose against your pelvis and my throat encasing your entire shaft. My need to breathe takes over and I slowly... very slowly... pull my head back until I gasp softly and the rush of cool air around your hot wet cock causing it to pulsate and swell even more. I feel your right hand move from the bed and take up residence in my hair as you fist the soft dark tresses and hold my head still. I know what's coming and ready my throat for invasion. I feel your hips rise and thrust your cock deep, well past my gag reflex and into my willing throat. As you buck up, my right hand moves from your thigh and cups your heavy sack, rolling your balls gently in my palm. I know how you liked them squeezed just as you're about to cum and as you ravage my mouth, I tighten my hand around them. You thrust, withdraw and thrust again, leaving me gasping for breath with every opportunity and you enjoy hearing your kitten struggle. But I'm not nearly finished with you and using my free hand I slide nimble fingers against my sodden cunt and into the weeping hole, wetting them for the next treat I have for you. Moaning and whimpering as you fuck my mouth with an ever growing need, I bring my slick fingers close and run them behind your heavy balls and further back, seeking that sinful hole. Once there I circle the twitching pucker until I feel it relax and push my sodden digit in slowly, feeling your swollen prostrate and massaging it gently. The sound that bursts from your throat is like nothing I've ever heard before... so raw and hungry. I feel you tip your hips allowing my finger more room as I slide it against your gland and feel your cock swell with each touch. My mouth and throat filled to capacity and you struggle to add more of your pulsating meat. I feel your balls begin to draw up, readying for the expulsion of your seed. Your thrusts grow more urgent, barreling your cock deep into my willing orifice. You are relentless and intent on feeding me. My tongue lashes and I suck hard as you withdraw, relaxing a bit as you plow forward. You fuck my face and I adore every moment of your claiming. I can feel your ass contracting around my finger, your balls tight in my squeezing hand and your cock as swollen as it will ever be. I look up past the vast expanse of your heaving chest to see your clenched jaw, blue eyes burning with intensity and your face flushed with unfulfilled need. You are so close... so fucking close. Our eyes meet and in that meeting I feel your cock pulsate, hear your growl, my fingers tighten around your balls squeezing just enough to push your cum free, your sphincter clamping tightly around my finger and your loud bellow as your cock floods my mouth with your seed. I swallow as fast as I can while you fill my mouth but there is so much that it seeps out around my lips to drip against the sheets. I suck greedily, unwilling to let any more escape. I feel it fill my fiery belly, satisfying that hunger... at least for now. I pull my head back until just the tip is between my lips and suckle gently. I watch as you begin to relax, like the calm after a violent storm, the initial urgency gone. I swallow every last drop I can find and with another squeeze of your balls, the last of your delicious cum oozes onto my tongue. I moan softly and release your cock with a soft pop. I slip my finger from your ass and release your now empty balls. Moving up, pressing soft kisses to your quivering stomach, heaving chest, and strong neck until my cum soaked lips meet yours, coaxing your mouth open and pushing my tongue into the heat, seeking its mate and sharing your release with you. The kiss is long and heated, our tongues battling for supremacy, swirling against one another and tasting your delectable cum. I moan and whimper as my mouth and body seizes every opportunity to show you just how much your kitten adores you. Reluctantly breaking the fiery kiss and whispering softly, "Good Morning Daddy." Breakfast is Served Ch. 02 Sean got up from his chair and got a wide tarp and spread It on the kitchen floor, telling Rissa what He was doing.. She nodded and listened to where he was in the kitchen, shivering with anticipation when He caressed her cheek and kissed her hard, possessively. "You will like this, My pet, He said in a silky taunting voice. "I promise you will, but you are going to have to obey Me. Remember that. The rules still apply. You may not cum until you are told, is that clear?" He released her from the chair, letting her get accustomed to standing again and get some circulation back. "Yes," she whispered in a shaking voice, excitement evident in the erect nipples and her heaving chest. Sean stood behind Rissa and SMACK! On her ass, making her jolt and gasp sharply. "Yes, what, My lovely toy?" "Yes, Master, Your girl will not cum until You tell her to." "Good girl," He praised."You are needing some attention this morning, hmmm? Not to worry, My sweet Rissa, you will have lots of attention, and you will like the things I am planning for U/us. You have whetted my appetites, slut, and I do believe that you are going to be kept busy for awhile." He smiled smugly as He watched her tremble with want and need. "You have come a long way, learning what I like, how I like things done, whether it be cleaning house, cooking My favorite foods, or pleasing Me in bed. You have been a most apt pupil in taking pain as well as pleasure. You please Me, love." "Thank You, Master," Rissa, spoke as calmly as she could. She knew Sean was watching her, gauging where she was at right now with her control, testing her limits in His Own way. Playtime had definitely begun, and she knew that it wouldn’t be long before she was tied up once more, vulnerable to His whims. His praise gave her strength to focus on pleasing Him further, and not saying the safeword. Indeed, she sensed the power radiating from Him in waves now, knew all of it was focused on her, on making her body take whatever He wished to hand out. She felt Him undo the clasp of her bra, and pull down what barely passed for her panties. He parted her legs and with His fingers opened the folds of her pussy. Placing His mouth on her clit, Sean delved His tongue deep inside of her wet cavern, delighting and bathing His mouth in His submissive’s lovely body. A body that was for Him to take and use as He wished, whenever He wished. Soon, He thought to Himself- soon He would be trying His pet out in the open. It was time to push her limits again; she had gotten more comfortable with her nudity around the home. Perhaps it was time to enforce the no - clothes -in - the- house rule again, He thought wickedly. Prepare her mind and body for going without clothing for longer periods of time. With that decision made, He pulled away and got her attention by pinching her ass hard in His fingers. "Pet." "Y-yesss, Master?" "From now on," Sean started off in a no nonsense tone, "you will not wear ANY clothing at all, until I give you permission to start wearing them again. Is that clear?" He waited a few seconds, then withdrew His presence from her, ordering her to stay exactly where she was. He rummaged through a couple of drawers before He found a wooden spoon. Turning His attention back to her, He looked at the spoon, and shook His head. Time to remind His one that she needs to answer Him more swiftly. Time for some discipline before play. Walking back to where she stood, He spoke in a flat tone. "Rissa, you have displeased Me." Her head jerked up at His words;His statement was like a cold dash of ice water, and she knew now what He had been searching for. She knew that her ass was going to be stinging red real soon. Tugging her lower lip between her teeth to stop it from trembling, she tried in vain not to cry, as a tear slipped down her cheek. Knowing that she made Him unhappy with her now had the power to hurt her more than anything else ever could have done. She loved Him deeply. Sean was not only her boyfriend and lover, but also He was her Master, and she was His submissive. She stood quietly with a heavy heart, accepting whatever discipline her Master was going to administer. Stepping behind Rissa, Sean wrapped His hand around her neck, pleased that she wasn’t as calm as she appeared to be. Her pulse beat a fast tempo against His fingertips, and He softly ran His fingers over that area, scraping His nails lightly over her skin, applying just a tad more pressure. Rissa understood the silent command; she was to keep quiet, until her Master had given her permission to speak again. She heard Him step away, the sounds of His footsteps fading as He went into another room, leaving her to ponder just how Master was going to punish her for her disobedience. She knew Him to be a man of a very vivid imagination, so she had no idea what to expect. She only knew that her ass was going to be sore. Sean had not spoken to her since she disobeyed Him, and that cut her more deeply than the physical blows she was to bear under His hand. She wondered how long Master would be gone, and she missed His presence. He had proved to her time and again, however, that He would never leave her alone for long. To confirm that thought, Rissa heard Sean come back through the hallway to the kitchen, the rhythm of His steps very distinctive to her ears. She would know the sound of His steps anywhere. "Submissive," said He. "Yes Master?" "You are going to be disciplined. Do you know why?" She thought about it, replaying her actions in her mind. Suddenly she knew what it was that she did. She broke one of the rules that was agreed upon: When Master asks something, never keep Him waiting, but answer immediately. She closed her eyes, even though she was still blindfolded. Bowing her head in remorse, she answered,"I didn’t respond right away, when You asked me if I understood that I was not to wear any clothing at all, until You said it was okay." "That is correct, submissive. Very good. Now, hold still." Sean undid her hands, and moved her over to the refrigerator door, and instructed that she was to keep her hands on the door handle, that she was not to move or let go. "Submissive, if you let go, if you move, I will release you from your bindings, but I will then head on out of this house; W/we will not play, for why should I reward disobedience? Is this understood, pet?" Immediately she answered her Master, shaking from head to toe at the thought of being so aroused and having no release. "Yes Master." "Good girl. I want you to count after each lash. Alright, Rissa?" "Yes, Master, I will count off each of the lashes." Sean waited for a few seconds, knowing that the waiting was driving her crazy. He didn’t really like using these things on her for punishment, but she did need to be reminded of the rules. With a sigh, Sean went to work on administering the lashes to His submissive, a quietness settling around His shoulders as the first lash of the flogger hit Rissa’s back. He listened to her count off each lash as instructed, noting the change in her breathing and voice inflection. She was getting a bit excited by the flogger and with one last flick of the wrist, Sean aimed the flogger at the very bottom of her ass, which He discovered to be a very sensitive area on her body. He knew all of His little one’s secrets, and intended to use that knowledge to His best advantage. Stopping, He put the instrument aside and walked up behind her, roughly spreading her thighs and feet apart. He bit her shoulder hard, relishing her sharp gasp of pain, and watched as she writhed and tried to get herself under control. Sean went back to the counter, and took a crop off from there, studying the body that His pet had put into His care and control. With great deliberation, He knelt behind her, and used the hard end, bending it back and then letting it fly in an arc, contacting the flesh on her ass cheek, smiling at the welt that was making a nice pink mark on her pale skin. He rubbed over that area with His hand, making the skin seep into Rissa’s body even more. He felt her move against His hand, and smiled, knowing that now, she was getting wetter, that she was beginning to move past the pain. Twice more Sean did this on her ass, caressing the heat into her body, watching her skin change color. He tapped the soft leather padding against her labia, and then parted her lips, tapping the inside of her pussy with the crop’s softer side. "Yessssss," he crooned, encouraging. "That’s it, love. Open yourself more for Me, and let me see your wetness. Relax and give yourself to me again. Good girl." Rissa was still feeling some of the pain, but now a rush of warmth was riding her system, and what she felt was more pleasure than pain. Indeed, she was feeling like she was beginning to float, hearing her Master’s voice, but unable to respond with anything other than sighs or moans. Sean recognized that Rissa was in subspace now, able to take just about anything He wanted to give to her. The time for punishment was over, and now, He watched in fascination as her body responded to every touch, every sound from Him. The feeling of control was heady, and He focused all of His will and desire onto her, wanting her to feel Him in every way, to feel like she was surrounded by Him. He inserted the handle of the crop inside her pussy, watching in awe as her body obediently took it deep inside her womb, lovingly hugging the shape of the handle. He withdrew the handle almost all the way, and smiled with smug satisfaction when she moaned in protest. Ahhh, His beloved pet was so ready; she was such a wanton hussy. He marveled how hungry He could make her behave for His touch, to cum for Him. That Rissa gave Him that control, that she trusted Him that much- It sent a surge of lust through Sean, and finally He was almost at the end of His self control. His body ached with need, and the desire to possess, and to claim what was His, and His alone. Possessiveness surged through Him, and he stood up and grabbed her in His arms. He took her to the bedroom, where He dropped her on the mattress. Taking her wrists over her head, Sean put them in restraints and then secured her ankles in restraints as well, so that she was laid spread- eagled before Him, totally bare and vulnerable before His hot and lustful gaze.