Sass And The Sadist

I think I’m finally sexed-out. Hard to believe, I know…

We can take a break if it would please you. Except for oil rubdowns and foot baths. You won’t be getting out of those so easy.

Oh poor me…

Please. I was even going to be so nice as to forgo binding your ankles with a belt while I rubbed your feet, but this plea for sympathy has led me to stop considering it.

You are MEAN!

And now you’re shouting at me? Maybe I need to put your collar back on your neck.

I’ll shout all I want. I’m full of sass today. You deserve it.

I love tearing your thong off, shoving it in your mouth, and feeling your soft bare pussy on my cock. Especially with your hands bound behind your back. Though a thong in your mouth doesn’t entirely stop the sass…Have I ever told you how good you would look blindfolded and gagged, tied to one of our kitchen chairs with your legs spread apart so I could torture you with the massager?

No, you have not told me such things.

I may not always take into account that the pillow I’m holding over your face might stop you from hearing me…I suppose that if you’re blindfolded, you wouldn’t see how good you actually look, either. I’ll have to remember to take a couple snapshots. Candlelight is very flattering…

Well, you have to catch me before you can tether me.

Your history of successful escapes from me is very, very short.

Well, that would be because I allow you to catch me, now wouldn’t it?

At least you’re consistent. I’ve noticed that you tend to surrender when you feel my shoulders pin you and the warm of my hard cock through my pants. Your struggle makes me want to clench even slower and tigher while sliding my tongue along the base of your neck ever so softly…

Mmmmm. Now you have my attention.

And I didn’t even need to wrap my hand around your soft red hair, clench and twist. Not to catch you this time. Unless, of course, we put you in the pleasure chair, with your legs spread and hands bound behind your back. If that’s the case, I’ll stand behind you with your hair clenched and twisting in my hand while I guide the massager along your silken pussy.

I don’t know which I like more. The ecstasy and sublime comfort of knowing that you’re 100% mine and entirely open to everything I could inflict upon you…Or feeling your struggle slowly subside…