Her Naughty Secrets

The Master has gone to work, she plays without permission. Her back and ass still hold the marks of both His open hand and that of His black leather belt. "Leather belts make such pretty welts." He whispers near her ear only deepened by His growl. Even now she whimpers softly in clear remembrance of His vagrant warning. Wanting-yearning for more to be delved out to her. And there will be more punishment should she be caught again-her alabaster thighs spread as her fingers strum a wetly tune of her desire. She moans out His namesake as her head tosses back and forth. Burying her face in the fiery red mane of hair. Her body contorts-twists as her hips thrust upwards accepting the glass gift made cold as ice-burying it into her dark fathoms, her cunt clings to the glass shaft, she pushes it in as far as it will go as the climax over takes her quickly. Faster and faster she delves the glass form in and out of her, the soft wet suckling sounds fill the semi-dark room as her body lay there spent and quivering, a riverlet rolls down the crack of her ass only to deposit on the white sheet below her. Evidence of her transgression........

"What does one want when one is engaged in the sexual act? That everything around you give you its utter attention, think only of you, care only for you ... every man wants to be a tyrant when he fornicates." The Marquis de Sade