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“Mistress, please. Please,” the sound of Ronda begging plays like music in my ear.
She wants to reach for my hands, but the chains cuffed to her hands are a bit short. The vibrating tip of the dildo remains on the rim of her pussy, giving her a tickling sensation. She begs for it to go inside her.
Ronda looks exquisite in the white satin sheets. Her dark brown skin makes the contrast lovely. The bouquets of red roses in the room look vibrant because of the contrast. The room gives me the vibe of being a queen, ready to punish her subject.
“What did you do on your vacation?” I ask.
“Shopping. Only shopping, Mistress,” Ronda cries. Her eyes move to the dildo.
I don't love Ronda, but I hate having to share what I have with anyone. Elijah spoils me a lot, so I become greedy and possessive. I slap Ronda's face. "Lying bitch." She had a vacation with her boyfriend. Our contract is until the end of the month, and I expect her loyalty until then. She broke it.
“I’m sorry, Mistress. Please, I beg you. It’s getting painful now.”
"You want this?" I stick the dildo into her opening. It's a thrusting and vibrating dildo that gives the same motion as a rocking man. Ronda wriggles on the bed. Her knees curl, but she couldn't squeeze her thighs as the spread bar prevents it.
I sit on the queen's chair and watch her explode to her orgasm. The redness of the pleasure brightens her skin. The dildo slides out of her while she pulses hard against the sheets. Her lips curve into a satisfied smile while she whimpers.
"Again," I thrust the dildo inside her and turn the speed higher. Ronda screams from the pain. She grabs the chain tighter. "Safe word?"
She refuses to say it. I return to the chair again and watch her adapt to the speed and reach another climax. Ronda arches her body and tenses hard until the stick drops from inside her. Her body drops back on the bed. Her heavy breaths fill the basement.
“Tramp,” I called her.
"I'm your tramp, Mistress," Ronda replied between breaths.
I stand and release her from bondage. Ronda crawls down from the bed and returns to being my pet. I sit on the queen’s chair again and offer her my feet. She licks them like a kitten. I wiggle my toes, and my loyal slave sucks every one of them. I kick her face lightly to stop her. She positions like a dog and kneels in front of me. I spread my legs, and she moves closer to my folds. Her tongue licks my thighs until she reaches my folds. My body dances as her rough buds graze my sensitive clit. "More," I ordered.
Ronda moves her face harder on my crotch and explores my slit, kissing and sucking every inch of my skin. I restrain my moans, but soft cries still escape my mouth. I grab a dildo from the box and hand it to her. She rolls the dildo on my folds and teases my opening. I slap her. She quickly apologizes and thrusts the dildo into my opening.
“Yes...” I smile as my walls grips the fake cock. I grab Ronda’s hair and return her face to my pussy. My body shakes hard when she sucks my clit while thrusting the dildo inside me. I twist her hair. She cries on my pussy lips. I push her again to continue sucking. Ronda endures the pain while I continue to twist her hair to divert my pleasure. “Make me cum.”
I let go of her and spread my legs wider. Ronda thrusts the dildo while repeating her motions on my clit. My temperature rises while my legs shake hard. I press the back of my head hard on the board of the chair while threading Ronda’s hair again. I move my hips against the dildo while pushing it against her face.
"Ronda!" I yell when the ticklish heat bursts inside me. I keep Ronda's face on my pussy, almost suffocating her, while I shudder in ecstasy. I lift her head away from my crotch and wipe the wetness on her face after my orgasm ends. "Nicely done, slave."
I kick her to the ground. And with a whisk of my hand, she kneels like a begging dog. I grab my purse and take out a small box. I place it in her hands.
“W-what is this, Mistress?”
“A little parting gifts.”
Ronda's face brightens when she sees an expensive gold necklace. The gift represents my answer to her intention to renew her contract. Three years was long enough, and I'm getting tired of her. I need a new toy – a new slave. She only wants to milk more money from me to spend with her boyfriend. I'm her sugar mommy, but I won't feed her dog.
I hand her a bundle of bills. “That’s for cutting off our contract two weeks early,” I explained. “You can still work in the flower shop if you want, but that is all of it for you.”
“H-has Mr. Smith found out?”
“Oh, heavens, no! Of course not!” It will be the end of us if Elijah knows my secret. I’ll continue to make him believe that I’m back to being his sweet, innocent wife.
“Have you found a new one?”
"I intend to," I caress Ronda's cheeks and kiss her lovingly. "I enjoyed our time, Ronda. Tell you what? If this slave isn't as good as you, I'll let you train her."
Ronda’s face brightens. “Then, I guess I’ll stay for a while.”
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