Finally, he laid older lady down the strap, running his large hand over the swollen, crimson orbs, listening to older lady her sobs and hiccoughs, smiling.
He waited until her sounds softened and waned, then lifted her up off of his lap, strong hands around her waist.
She stood to his side, deeply chagrined and chastised, her head bowed and her older lady cheeks stained with tears, hiccoughing softly as she caught her breath.
"Yes, Master." Sniffling softly, she retreated older lady to the corner, still hogtied older lady by her jeans around older lady her older lady knees, soft hands stealing around to rub the wild sting.
He stood and followed her, smacking her ass sharply, eliciting a shrill squeal.
So, she older lady stood in the corner, her hands held before her, her soft round ass throbbing and sore, sniffling softly.
He returned older lady to his chair, where only a sidelong glance older lady would reveal her older lady every action, and smiled.
One.
Sashas mind took in the room in quick gulps.
Dark, a wood and leather smell, sweat, female juices, semen.
She could see the wall holding whips, paddles, small items she could not fathom a use for.
Each gleaming silver buckle she spied made her stomach jump, the shine of the leather laughing at her desire.
She could taste the others who had been here on her tongue, their passion now in the pores of the chamber.
She had heard of this club in whispers, vague references at clubs, online.
It had taken her months to track them down, another older lady to gain their trust and be older lady accepted.
Now she was here finally, her secret dreams of submission and carnality made flesh.
The woman who entered took her clothes away, the neat pile of her outside self.
Naked Sasha trembled a little, unsure of the next move, the wait exciting her, her nipples now stiff in the cool breeze that wafted in.
The woman returned now, another slave in tow.
Sashas eyes went wide, looking at the older lady vision that knelt down at her Mistresss feet.
She was at best five feet tall, perhaps only 411"?
Sasha would tower over her.
But her skin was a flawless olive, her features delicate and sharp.
She was naked like Sasha, but wore a collar that held her head older lady up, the rings around the neck so bright, inviting the leash that was attached older lady.
Her breasts were small older lady, nipples erect.
Sasha wanted to older lady lick them, the throbbing She held a case, leather about the size of a briefcase.
Sasha thought hard, her mind going back to the times she had imagined a room like this, her fingers older lady surrogates for the tongues, cocks, hands of strangers.
Strangers who used her, turned her over older lady and older lady back as they wanted, her opening filled and wet.
It took seconds.
Sasha knelt on the floor, her forehead on the cool surface, her hands crossed at the wrist in the small of her back.
