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I ask her if she's comfortable, but it's almost a rhetorical question.
She can't respond, with that gag in her slut lips.
But he manages to tell me yes, moving his head.
The whip caresses her lip, barely covered by a tiny thong.
I ripped it off with a tug, telling her that only a slut would use it like that.The fabric is damp and I can see a shine on her vertical smile.He expects a punishment because a submissive slut shouldn't get excited without permission from her Mistress.
Her eyes open wide apart; she didn't expect that.
The tip of the whip continues to caress that lip, outlining the soft contour of those moist lips, while my fevered mind thinks at top speed, the best way to punish that slut.
I observe his thighs, which have already been caressed by the whip.
I decide that it's time for the nine-tailed slut to take action.
Stretch out the straps in front of her, she groans, knowing that will hurt.
However, my gloved fingers become curious and opt to sink into the humidity of her pubic area. They emerge stained; the slut is really excited, already soaked.
She moans, not because of the pleasure my restless fingers provoke, but because she knows the punishment will be harsh. She whimpers, trying to speak.
I took away the gag and then he stammers, begging for mercy.
It's too late, I'm saying. The nine-tailed slut thunders in the air...