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“You look nervous now.” Says Mistress Ruby to Endza, her strapon cock now fitted and tightly affixed to her curvy frame which is accented by a tight corset. Ruby grabs the rope leading from Endza’s collar and yanks her around by it, forcing her head down onto her cock. “See? Now I have a handle!” See says with a grin “It’s effective.” Endza sucks her cock with vigor and great desire to please her Mistress.
Suddenly, Ruby yanks Endza’s head back by her hair and spits in her face causing her to flinch. “It’s messy..” Endza murmurs with disdain. “I’ll clean you up” replies Mistress Ruby with a sneer, wiping the saliva all over her face causing a shudder. Mistress Ruby smiles with delight and reaches down her shirt to pinch her nipples. “Hmm…” She says, thinking. Then with some minor adjustments, pulls down Endza’s top. “Now you look like a damsel in distress.” Ruby says before wrapping her hand around Endza’s throat.
Endza’s been a naughty girl and it’s time to get her ready for some punishment. That means she needs to be bound so she can’t escape, of course! The curvy and luscious Mistress Ruby runs her tight hemp rope cordage over Endza’s skin, tightly binding her to the chaise lounge. All the while, their banter keeps Endza at ease and relaxed, so she doesn’t worry about what’s about to come.
Mistress Ruby makes sure that her ropework is effective and encompassing, leaving Endza with little route for escape. “I sometimes feel very adamant that I can break out of bondage.” Says Endza “ Right now I’m playing the “how would I escape” game and it would take me a while.” With that, Mistress Ruby is satisfied. On to more torment.
HEY! There’s been too much back talk and too much… Staring around these parts. If you’re going to stare I’m going to show you how to do it right. You understand me? I’m going to press this beautiful ass right up against your face and make you learn to appreciate it or gasp for trying. I’m sick of you thinking you can just stare without there being repercussions. This is not how this world works, you play by my rules and you’re going to love my ass MY way.
Press your face in nice and tight, you better take a deep breath first because this is going to be ruthless and I’m going to enjoy making you into my little faceseat ass slut as your punishment for staring.
Sometimes making decisions is so.. Taxing. Ugh, this is just a pain but I can’t have all this bickering. I’ll just have to do something about this. You know what? Instead of choosing which one of my slaves is going to be my favorite, number one slave.. I think I’m just going to smother both of my slaves until one of them dies! That will clear things up and save me the annoyance of picking a number three slave! That is certainly going to kill the friendship here, huh boys? Oh well! Sucks for you two! Or at least one of you, something. Sucks for air that is!
On the plus side, at least I’m being merciful! Being smothered to death by the beautiful ass of your glorious Mistress is a great way to die, so I better not hear you complaining. Or else the winner is going to bury the loser in the backyard. Oh who am I kidding? The winner is going to do that anyway! Do I look like a manual labor kind of girl? I think not! Now get your face in there and let’s see how long you can hold your breath!
Click, click, click. The sound of the high heels on a cold tile floor, representing your impending doom. You’d better not tremble, as that will just make it worse for you in the end. Click, click, click. Closer and closer. You get a whiff of freshly polished leather. Your Mistress’ new thigh-high Blahnik boots look stunning, like poured liquid over her creamy flesh. “You’re eager, aren’t you?” she asks with a bemused laugh as you groan on the floor, waiting… squirming… panting… The collection of fabulous Louboutin pumps adorning the fireplace behind you set the mood for what is about to take place.
“Click. Click. Click.” states your Mistress, mimicking her boots as she paces around you like a cat stalking her prey. “So sharp,” you murmur with delight and anticipation. “They are,” she replies with a purr. Click, click, click. “Lucky for you, the floor is getting boring to tread upon.” You groan and shudder with delight at the idea of where this is going. “Mistress, you are so beautiful, ” you murmur. Your Mistress slinks past you again and with a smirk of delight and sadistic glee replies “And don’t you ever forget it.”
After a very pointed pause and a devious smirk, she steps towards you with ferocious intent. This can only mean one thing, she is about to crush you into the floor beneath her. Can you endure her weight?