Kat bends to Tesha's will
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When you're visiting somebody's home, you're supposed to exhibit perfect manners, no matter what they throw at you, right?
That seems to be Kat's modus operandi. After all, why else would she accept such treatment from Tesha? Kat's a big, powerful woman. She could break most men with ease.
But she has this submissive streak that comes out when a comely wench like Tesha bats her eyes.
After Kat had had a bit too much fun downstairs, she was sent up to the master suite to do a little penance. There, Tesha showed up with her pink rope to tie up her friend and administer a little TLC in the form of a good XXXX.
As Kat looked into her Tesha's eyes, she showed pretty much disdain for what was to follow. Big big and tough makes you that way. But as the knots were tightened and the reality sank in, Kat's demeanor softened. She just looked pleased, as if this was what she had planned all along. It was clear that Tesha was having fun, too, as she put her lips THIS close to Kat's time after time, almost allowing a little kiss.
Finally, it was time for the main event. A little butt-smacking excitement came first, followed by spins of a gigantic flogger. At first, the feeling had Kat purring. Then, she fell silent, her head gradually falling forward as the flogger took its toll. When it wasn't moving, that flogger felt so soft and smooth, it was hard to believe it could work its magic. But it did. Kat felt the pounding, knew she was there until her demeanor altered.
And slowly she accepted her fate, bending to Tesha's will.
But Tesha wasn't the only one whose will mattered. There was the mystery owner of this lovely abode.
So, Kat was relieved of her skirt and panties, shackled wrists to thighs and left in the room.
First she just stood there, awaiting whatever was to come. But a voice called to her to get on the bed.
She quickly tried to get herself into position for the Master. But without use of her hands, her balance was all off on the soft bed. She had to squirm and wriggle just to move a few inches.
About the time she thought she was all situated, she'd hear another order bellowed from downstairs. She sat up, lay down, rolled over. She felt like a puppet, doing whatever was called for. (Only later would she discover that the room was wired for sight and sound, sending her images downstairs to any who cared to see her humiliation.)
Finally, her position was deemed appropriate, her legs spread wide open, those beautiful rings exposed.
It was time for the Master to enjoy himself.
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