- A Slave's Pleasure
Master jerked lightly against the chain as he led me from his bedroom back to the stairs. I felt the tug on my n*****s, and even a faint pull on my ring-squeezed c******s to start moving.
Going downstairs was always more intense than making my way up. I could do little to soften my high-heeled steps in gravity's pull, and the sway of my hips ensured that my filled p***y, stuffed anus, and trapped c******s felt every movement. The constant ticklish rubs of the vertical hood piercing left my swollen love bud itchy to the point of madness. Meanwhile everything else between my legs tingled as the toys teased and shifted incessantly inside me.
By the time we made it back to the first floor kitchen, I had become a teary, sobbing mess again. Had it not been for the gag, I
