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So when I finger his collar in this idle manner and smile at him, it makes him tense up, bracing for the inevitable blow that never falls. I have something in mind for this boy, something far worse than any beating he has endured thus far. "Yes Mistress?" I glance down at him. Gray eyes stare hopefully back at me; he is almost quivering in anticipation of my orders, his slight form pressed against the side of my chair as close to me as he dares. I hand them to him, letting go before he gets a firm grip. Clothing Pussy Licking Pictures falls to the floor, with him immediately following on his knees, hands grabbing frantically at the things he dropped. Not fast enough. My kick catches him by surprise and he drops everything again. With a soft wail of very real fear, he flings himself at my feet, apologies blurting incoherently from his lips. I growl with annoyance, "Stupid little worm. You're such a fucking girl. I honestly don't know why I bother with you. Pick up those things and put them on NOW." Crouching down, he picks up the nearest item with a trembling hand. Pink silk g-string. With a strangled whimper, he stands and puts them on quickly, the translucent material stretching snugly over his crotch, just barely covering his semi-hard cock.Pussy Licking Pictures
I turn him towards the mirror, forcing him to meet my eyes over his right shoulder. Matching babydoll nightie. A single ribbon tie holds it together in front of his chest, the soft ruffled layers falling open over his stomach, framing the hard bulge in the g-string. His hands are trembling so much he has to struggle for a while before managing a proper bow and I see tears in his eyes when he is finally done. I coo over his shoulder, "What a pretty girl." He flinches at my words as though they are a physical blow, as if he is trying to curl his body inward to hide. Marabou slippers complete the simple ensemble, the heels tripping him with every step. He stares at himself in the mirror, Cum In Pussy Pics his boyishly slender body now dd with pretty pink silk, and starts to cry. Still, he knows better than to protest, letting his silent tears express to me his abject humiliation. My reflection smiles approvingly at him. He looks back miserably, unsure if he is expected to say or do something. Before he can decide either way, I push him towards my dressing table, chuckling with amusement at the way he totters precariously on the high-heeled slippers. Just lipstick and eyeliner tonight; the reddest red and the blackest black.Pussy Licking Pictures
He is still crying, making it impossible for me to apply the eyeliner properly. I slap him. Funny, isn't it, slapping someone to make them stop crying. I know there will definitely be a next time. Slowly and deliberately, I clip the leash to his collar. He makes a small, inarticulate sound, eyes full of questions. I smile and tug on the leash. I was a little apprehensive about the reception I would get from her. I was a little worried that although she had seen me as her rescuer, she might have had a change of heart in the meantime. Her phone rang twice.
She carefully outlines her eyes with a soft kohl pencil and applies the softest of pink gloss to her lips. She tugs the brush through her hair drying it until is glistens in the soft lighting of the bathroom.Out she walks into the living room waiting for the restaurant to deliver the dinner.