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As soon as she was properly positioned he would raise his feet from the floor and rest them on the small of her back, using her as a footstool. Sometimes she couldn’t help but imagine the people she worked with seeing her at this moment of utter submission - and a shiver would run through her entire body. Then she and Don would watch together; he in his chair, she on her hands and knees. But that wasn’t all, not nearly. Whenever he felt like it - during commercials, for instance - Don would remove his feet from her back and sit forward in his chair. Then he would begin to fondle Anita, lightly stroking with his fingertips the welts he had raised on her behind and thighs, wetting his fingers in her pussy, teasing the entrance to her anal passage, even kneeling and straddling her from behind, seizing her by the hips and crudely rubbing his erection up and down between her ass cheeks. Oh god, if she hadn’t felt completely like his slave-girl and possession by then this treatment never failed to cast its spell over her. And she was not permitted to move. Nor was she allowed to moan, whimper or cry out, no matter what the provocation. Though she always did. This was partially because she couldn’t help it, of course, but also because the punishment for disobedience was yet another hard slap on the behind for each infraction. Sometimes she was so noisy that she was ordered upstairs - still on hands and knees - to fetch her ball-gag and bring it back to him, dangling by its strap from her teeth. On these occasions she often had to make more than one trip in order to fetch one or more of her other toys - dildos, plugs, vibrators, paddles, whips - asian for lingerie Don to use on her after firmly placing the ball-gag in her mouth and fastening it tightly. Of course, even a ball-gag couldn’t prevent her from making noises sometimes, and drooling on the carpet was also a spankable offense. Maybe that was the best part: being slowly and relentlessly reduced to little more than a primal, aching need for release, unable to speak, knowing that Don knew exactly where and when to stop, leaving her trembling on the edge of orgasm while he replaced his feet on her back and ignored her for the next fifteen, twenty minutes or more. Letting her settle down before beginning all over again. Then again. And again… By the end of the evening Anita was often unable to rise to her feet. Don would help her rise to her knees, then gently remove the ball-gag from her mouth if it was in use. This was not because they were finished. Don would continue standing there in front of her while she collected herself. And then she would babe bow to him as before, face to the floor, arms extended, fingertips touching his feet, before looking up at him and beginning to beg: “Please fuck me, Master.” Often they were both so aroused by then that this was all that was needed. But oh, how she loved it when he made her continue to beg for what she wanted, in filthy detail. “I’m your slave, Master, yours to use and fuck in any way you choose. Please honor your slave with your cock in my mouth, my pussy, my ass, anywhere you like. Fill me with your come, Master, cover me with it, use me as you wish. japanese Oh please, Master, I beg you…” And always, always, always, her request would be granted, right there on the floor. And sometimes on (or over) the chair as well. Anita was supposed to beg permission before coming each time, but often a shower wordless howl was all she could manage. The lights were out, the family in their respective beds. Mia continued, and mom put her magazine down on the coffee table. Sam nodded her head. She wanted to be held accountable, and that was what Jordan was going to do for her. The sexual tension between us seemed almost to have a reality of its own. I was horrified and ashamed and I was kept there in the principal’s office and my mother was called. Strong, brown hands checked Tamara's limbs and joints for breaks babe or strains. She did it anyway, because she feared the hold Alistair and Candy had over her, and she followed the new rules that came too - to leave the door open while showering or toileting; to always give her father a tight, nude hug after showering and before dressing; to spend 15 minutes a day on the lounge room couch wearing nothing below the waist, while watching TV or talking on the phone, and keep her legs spread wide open no matter what happened or who looked. "Shannon, I'm sorry I made you cry. I’m sorry. But, the normal cuffs she could manage. Much smarter than I thought her shower at first also." 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