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He smiled, the kind of toothy smile that she had once found alluring, but now made her feel sick. He raised his hand to her face again and she flinched, but he simply stroked the stray hair from her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“It makes me so hard when I see how bad you want to get away from me.” He whispered softly.

Filed under: problematic stuff that gets me really wet.

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Overwhelmed, Part Two

After what felt like an eternity of just sitting there, Sir looked over to me. “Come over here,” he said, pointing in front of him. 

I rose to my feet and moved over in front of the couch, standing in front of him and SG. Sir reached forward and placed his hand on the side of my leg, patting it gently. Unsure where to look or who to look at, I wound up just going between the two of them nervously. Picking up the bit gag, Sir had me lean down so that he could place it between my teeth and buckle it behind my head.

I pouted a bit at the fact that I was being silenced so soon in the game, but I knew it probably wouldn’t last long. SG reached forward and pinched my nipple through the thin fabric, twisting it until I groaned in protest. 

“On your knees,” Sir ordered and I obeyed, kneeling in front of them. Confessedly, I hadn’t expected the whole thing to get quite so kinky right off the bat, but SG was totally on board as Sir passed him one of my cuffs. They each took a hand and buckled them on, before Sir attached them behind my back and pulled me back up to my feet.

SG stood as well and Sir grabbed me by the shoulders, pushing me against SG. His hands wandered over my breasts before roughly yanking one side of the lingerie I was wearing down. SG reached up and started once more to pinch my nipples, while Sir gathered up my hair in his fist.

“Give him a kiss,” he said, tilting my head up to face SG, who was grinning ear to ear. “Give him a kiss for coming to play with you.”

“I can’t,” I mumbled around the gag.

Sir laughed and tightened his grip, “do the best you can.” I huffed and leaned up, essentially touching my gagged lips to SG’s. I felt him chuckle against my mouth before he kissed my lower lip almost tenderly, considering the situation.

“That was kind of cute,” SG said as Sir pushed me back over to the couch, releasing my hair as I stumbled onto the cushions. As soon as I settled, though, he took hold once again and pushed me until my cheek was touching the fabric and my ass was up in the air.

“You stay there,” Sir ordered, “while I show SG some nice things to hurt you with.” With that, they left the room.

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Being a Brave Girl, Part Four

While I was still pouting and squirming, Sir grabbed his riding crop and strode back over to me. He rolled me over onto my stomach and eased my ass into the air.

“Aww, did you want to cum?” He teased as he started to beat my ass with the crop.

“Yes,” I whined.

He moved the crop over my thighs and feet. With relish, he delivered a series of sharp blows onto my cunt, a few even hitting straight on my clit. I squealed, sucking in deep breath between each smack and bracing myself to take the pain.

After he had successfully reddened my ass and made my pussylips sore and tender, Sir rolled me back over and slipped his cock deep inside of me.

“Beg me when you need to cum, girl,” he ordered.

It wasn’t long before I was begging.

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I know a kitty who will lap this right up.

Pretty please? Pretty please? 

I want it nowww.

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It kind of scares me how much I like this.

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If only she’d tried

just a little bit harder…

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A bad case of the squirmies.

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I know, Sweetheart, I know.

Life’s so hard sometimes.

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Like a Brisket, Part Four

I had nothing to show for show and tell, so I figured I’d let Craftsmate and Penthouse show me a knot and I’d stubbornly try to get out of it before the final member of our party arrived. Penthouse used the belt from a robe and did a fairly simple but pretty tight two-column sort of deal on my wrists in front. I didn’t want to put my mouth all over it, so I figured if I just got one of my thumbs out I could manage just fine.

While I was stumbling around, trying to work my wrists lose and pressing the knot against my knee, corners of tables, and basically anything else around, Penthouse and Craftsmate set to laying out the things they had bought and figuring out how exactly they were going to make a pair of cuffs. 

Eventually, Craftsmate looked up and chuckled, “I love how we’re just discussing this while she’s trying to get out over there.” I rolled my eyes, but I had to laugh. I had gotten the knot loose enough that I could slide my thumb up about halfway through the belt, but not enough to get it out fully.

I’m still not entirely sure what the exchange was, but for some reason I called Penthouse a bitch and he pretty calmly grabbed me and pulled me over his knee. I went to sit up, but he used an arm to pin me down. “Now, what did you call me?” He asked.

I stifled a laugh and looked over to Craftsmate, “come on, vouch for me here.”

“No can do,” Craftsmate replied, “I’m kind of a voyeur.”

I huffed and craned my neck to look back up at at Penthouse, “a bitch. I called you a bitch.”

“Uh huh,” he said, hauling me to my feet by my shoulders and walking me over to the carpet. “Thought so.” He applied some pressure to my knees and I knelt down, still trying to work my hands free. He looked down and chuckled, “how’s it going?”

I groaned and tried to use my knee for leverage, “I just need to get the thumb out.”

Penthouse laughed and pushed me down on the carpet. “Go on, then, get your thumb out,” he said, holding me down in an effort to make it more complicated until his phone buzzed that the girl from Ivy University had arrived. He helped me up and I stumbled forward before feeling that there was finally the give in the belt I needed.

“Oh, here it goes!” I exclaimed and yanked my thumb, followed by my whole hand, out of the belt. I shook it loose and set it down on the counter.

Penthouse and Craftsmate applauded. I took a bow.

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Tied with a bow.