Spiritual_Slut followed Mandy out and into the club. Spiritual_Slut strutted over in her panties and corset. A short black skirt and tight apron completed the outfit. Spiritual_Slut couldn't believe Spiritual_Slut was finally walking into a BDSM club, and it was a real life BDSM club, not in the most elegant and ornate chamber in the most expensive health club in the area, the kind of club she'd never even seen, let alone walked in. It was a dark, smoky club in the heart of the city. The walls were covered with red velvet. The floor was covered with black plush spreadsheets and red velvet covered seats. Across the room there was a door with a window directly across from the entrance. They held all sorts of BDSM gear, cages, floggers, ties, gags, dildos, and masks. Interspersions of bondage gear as well as well as leather, and every kind of dress. At one another end of the room were about five dozen mattresses and carpeted tables with dressing tables and mirrors. A tall bar with mirrors. There was a smaller room filled with big screen TV and a small bar and a night table in the floor littered with all the chairs and an assortment of alcohol bottles and a wide wall with lockable little cubicles, and stools. Mandy shelves with wooden coffee tables that were arranged for bottles and candles all over the floor to the walls with heavy wood, mirrors.

Spiritual_Slut Sissy

Spiritual_Slut sissy Brenda had heard Master say all of this and Spiritual_Slut had never expected this. So, when Master spoke like this to her, Spiritual_Slut found herself humiliated by having to assume her role in such a conversation. Maybe it was because Spiritual_Slut had never had any truly deep thought about being with a woman and Spiritual_Slut simply had never had such thoughts. Maybe it was because her role as Master's slave had never even been discussed in her head or maybe it was because Spiritual_Slut really liked Master with all of her being and what Spiritual_Slut was doing. Maybe it was because Spiritual_Slut never had really explored the idea of being with a woman and that was what led her to being a bimbo sissy. Whatever it was, Spiritual_Slut was totally confused. Maybe it was the feeling of humiliation that was causing her humiliation to happen but Spiritual_Slut was finding herself rising to meet Master's cock again with renewed vigor.Master nodded back and then ordered Brenda to kneel before him, "Bimbo Sissy Brenda suck your Master's cock. Take it in your pretty white mouth and suck. Then you will receive his gift of cum. Think only of your Master and what you will do for him. Then you will worship his cock forever. That's it Bimbo. Now Bimbo". Master began face fucking her husband giving him commands as Master held onto the back of her head as Master's cock fucked his sissy mouth with vigor.

Spiritual_Slut Lotion

Spiritual_Slut lotion. It's not just for taking pictures, mind you. It's also for wearing while you're fucking your boyfriend. I rubbed it all over my tits. I also rubbed it all over my pussy. My slit was already dripping with wetness, and I was tempted to slip a finger in to test the slickness. I wondered how much sex I could get into that little hole before cumming myself. I straddled my boyfriend's face so he could suck on my clit and reach up to play with my tits. I teased him until he was ready to cum, and then I stopped. He licked me and sucked me hard until I came. His face was covered with my pussy juice. He sucked it all off as I came, licking me and savoring every drop."I guess my little sassy nympho is ready for this little orgasm." I raised my ass a bit higher in the air so my boyfriend's tongue was just outside my rosebud. "Stick out the thing." He obeyed and stuck out the tip. I closed my eyes and felt his tongue against my hole. The feeling it explore me. I moaned and pushed forward a bit. I rubbed my clit against his tongue and relaxed. I closed my muscles and held the muscles around his tongue. I then pushed forward. Oh the tip deeper. He licked with all around his tongue and had an inch. I felt it. The licked him hard.

Spiritual_Slut Feet

Spiritual_Slut feet. You could easily get lost in the space between my legs. Often, I make him undress and watch him jack off for me, or watch him do the same to me, when I'm not paying attention. Sometimes I'll sit on the couch and have him place his feet on my lap. I'll tell him he has to watch his hands stroke his cock, just like that. He'll try to focus on what he's doing, but my feet, now only about a foot from his face, are so much more distracting than his hands. And it's so hard to tell who is more distracted, he or I. I don't care, all I know is that I like to enjoy both of their attention. It's sometimes hard to tell which will put on the least amount of effort; I've found a back and forth game between them that works too well. There's nothing like being surrounded by sweaty feet. My feet are the biggest things in the universe. My other slaves are quite a bit smaller. In fact, this is one of the things that makes a slave a little hesitant; the visual and the verbal taboos, the very thought of these things don't go together, but are actually quite close together. Also, it's really hard not to tell one of the difference when I'm in proximity. The difference is the sense of smell of my feet. The smell, of sweat. Very, delectable sweaty, very female feet are the strongest.

Spiritual_Slut Naughty

Spiritual_Slut naughty, spiritual Naughty always gave us assignments to do that we hated. Spiritual_Slut would make us do some of the things we detested doing, just to keep us hooked. Things like painting plant pots, ironing, painting, and changing the diapers for Pee Pee. Things that we both hated at the same time. Spiritual_Slut was getting bolder with Naughty every day. If we didn't do something, we were going to be a squirter! By this time, Naughty had the toilet flush button set. We would both be pissed off, we both hated this. We would yell at each other for missing "our" cue. If we were being naughty, Spiritual_Slut would just laugh, and say "don't you dare", which we did. If we were being so brazenly naughty, Naughty would try to laugh too. I don't know what was worse, being a prude or being pissed on by Naughty. I was getting soooo turned on. Naughty didn't take her eyes off us. We looked like two horny dogs. Spiritual_Slut couldn't help but walk over to us and stroke her ass cheeks. It was just her and her friend doing that, and Naughty was just watching.So, Naughty then said "kneel down in front of me. Get on your knees and lick my vagina for me". I didn't hesitate. I was soooo wet.

Spiritual_Slut Foot Fetish

Spiritual_Slut foot fetish night. Sometimes I think Spiritual_Slut gets me off just by staring into my eyes as Spiritual_Slut makes love to me. We used to try to time it together, but in the end it was always too much. I had wanted to ask her how her foot had tasted before I made love to her. Spiritual_Slut thought I was nasty. Now Spiritual_Slut was getting off on the thought of my tongue as I licked her instep. I started to work my way up her foot. I was amazed at her flexibility. So far Spiritual_Slut had known me and accepted me being freaky. Spiritual_Slut did not mind at all. Spiritual_Slut liked it. Hell, Spiritual_Slut liked the fact that I had caught her toe fetish. It seemed I was freaky. This was my first time Spiritual_Slut gave me a taste and made it clear Spiritual_Slut wanted more than ever to touch my finger on my dick. I made clear who was bossy. I would feel this way.She let me take over her feet and I just like a dare me when Spiritual_Slut was in this. I did. This was not just to serve her. I got freaky. It was her foot worship her feet. My mind as well worth looking like this pussy. I was worth her heel to lick them. When Spiritual_Slut made me want to have toes in the same time before touching my face.I turn over my face before. Like I worship them.I was hers for example. Spiritual_Slut became a person like it for life and mind.

Spiritual_Slut Spanking

Spiritual_Slut spanking is an activity and pleasure intermingled and every lady is secretly secretly aroused by the thought of getting her buttocks hit, just like on an ordinary day, in a time gone by. But since there was no actual spanking happening that day, in the spirit of everyone having a good time on that day, I was amazed and amazed when Spiritual_Slut was wearing only a tight, lace, push up bra that was lace trimmed. Spiritual_Slut had cut the offending material from a thin silky garment and its trim around her midriff so her tits were firmly on display and as I observed, very pronounced and very perky. Her large, pink nipples were getting hard and pushing against the thin material.I enjoyed the sight for a moment or two before contacting her again. "How about you take that tight bra off? I think it will be fun. I would enjoy seeing your tits displayed. But make sure you will leave the panties on. There's something I like to do much better.""There will be one more activity besides playing with your bottom," I continued. "But I can hardly say no thanks for that. Although I'm going to tear your panties off your trousers and lay on top of you and give you for a moment. Sprits. But now I'm going to have to pull them down your cunt. You will do that lovely little girl and I'm going to spank it for a lot. I know." I laughed.