Krystenah’s Strapping

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In the video, she was bent over a table. She was tied down with leather straps at the thigh and ankle. Her mini skirt rode up and no longer covered all of her bare ass—or nearly bare. Garter straps could be seen attached to thigh-high fishnets. A tall, muscular man ran his hand slowly and gently down her back and massaged her tailbone as he bent down and murmured in her ear. She responded to his word with a breathy moan and a laugh. He continued massaging her lower back and began to raise her skirt until he had revealed her ass which was round and firm. He massaged her ass cheeks roughly and the audio picked up a low moan from the girl. As he manhandled her ass, he paused to insert his fingers inside her cunt. She moaned and squirmed with pleasure at his touch. From off camera, someone handed the man a round leather paddle, which he ran along the contours of her ass as he continued to finger her. She stiffened slightly and the camera moved closer in and up the table until it rested on her face. She smiled into the lens. Master had been standing behind be for the past minute or so. He placed his hands on my shoulders and nuzzled my neck. I leaned back into his chest and felt comforted and excited at his touch. Like always. “Get dressed. We’re going out, slave,” almanbahis he whispered in my ear. I squealed and spun around. “Really, Master?” I asked. “Yes, really,” he said. “But as you made me repeat myself, you will be punished when we get back.” “Yes, Master,” I said, my spirits not a bit dampened. I hadn’t been punished in several days and the bruises had faded with the humiliation of the last time. Plus Master was surprising me with a night out. My clothes were laid out on the bed: a tight strappy blouse and a mini skirt, the black lace panties and bra. It was unusual for Master to allow me to wear panties and I pulled them on with gratitude. When I was dressed, I turned around for Master’s inspection. He kissed me and held me in his arms. “I want you on your best behavior tonight, slut. You already have one punishment session to look forward to, so if you step out of line while we are out, I will punish you on the spot.” I giggled. His eyes grew wide. “Okay, slave. Let’s see how far that attitude gets you tonight.” I felt a flutter in my tummy at his words. We had been to the restaurant before. Master and the owner, Mister R, had become friends in the past several months. “Hey, J and Krystenah! So nice to see you both!” he beamed and led us to a almanbahis yeni giriş table near the center of the restaurant. “Krystenah, my flower, you look beautiful as always. Have you been a good girl for J?” He looked intensely in my eyes and I began to stammer. “She’s been good for the most part, R,” Master said. “And when she is bad, she pays for it,” he said casually. R laughed with J as a waiter pulled out my chair. I could feel the waiter’s eyes on me, but I tried to remain focused on Master. As I sat, the waiter placed a hand on my arm, grazing the side of my breast. I looked up at him in alarm and he shrugged at me with a naughty wink. My face flushed and I looked up at Master, who seemed completely engaged with his conversation. I looked around the restaurant at the other diners, but everyone was enjoying the food. I was surprised when my eyes landed on a lovely 20-something woman at a nearby table and found that she was looking at me. “That’s Carlos. He’s a terrible flirt, but he’s harmless.” She smiled at me and I relaxed a little. Master sat across from me finally. “What’s wrong? You’re flushed, puppy,” he said to me. I reflexively looked back at the waiter, who was in the kitchen. “It’s nothing, Master,” I lied. “Well, I know it’s not almanbahis giriş nothing, slut. What’s the matter?” I leaned in to Master and whispered that the waiter had grazed my breast. “And how did you feel when he did that? Did you like it? It’s okay if you did.” “No, Master,” I lied again, but my voice had jumped an octave. Why did I lie? We enjoyed our meal and Master joked with R as he checked on us before he brought us our dessert. The waiter, Carlos, brought the check to Master and I became fascinated with the napkin in my lap. “Are you attracted to this boy, pet?” Master asked me as Carlos stood by. My heart skipped a beat. I lifted my head and tried not to look at the boy. I blushed as I did. He was very handsome. “Master,” I moaned. “Answer me.” I chewed on my lip as I looked over his broad chest and narrow hips. His arms were built up and he had a confident, almost arrogant smile on his full lips. I was attracted. I couldn’t imagine someone not being attracted. He looked to be late 20’s, fit, handsome and bold. The other guests were leaving and R joined us at the table. Master looked at the boy and at Mr. R. “I know how to get the truth from her. Gentlemen.” The three of them began removing their belts as another waiter led the final diner from the restaurant and began closing the blinds. “Master, what is going on?” I asked, but Master wasn’t talking to me anymore. In an orchestrated movement, Carlos lifted me by the elbow, removed the chair, and pressed me onto the table.

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