Bare ass tied up sub with big tits gets spanked

This story stands on its own, but makes a little more sense spanking if you have read the previous chapters. Hardcore WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story fetish is copyright (c) 2018 by The Technician. Individual readers may archive and/or print single copies of this story for personal, non-commercial use. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. Around the middle of July things started to get BDSM weird at Pond Cove. You may be wondering what I consider weird since I have been telling how I and three other submissives have been running around naked obeying our Mistresses all summer, but this is different. Something weird was happening with the Mistresses. It has to do with power... or authority... or assertiveness or something. Before this summer, I didn’t know I was a submissive. And over the weeks, I’ve figured out that I am less assertive– or maybe I should say more submissive– than holly or puddy tat or cheryl... especially cheryl. She scares me sometimes. There are times that her dark eyes look like they are boring right through me. It’s pretty obvious domination that she is the head slave– or whatever– when the Mistresses aren’t around. Then it is puddy tat and then holly and then me. I knew right away that there was a definite pecking order to us slaves. But I hadn’t realized that Masters and Mistresses also had an order of authority or power. I realized pretty fast that Mistress Sam seemed to be physically the most powerful of the three Mistresses. One look at her bulging muscles told me that. She could probably hold her own against most men in a knock-down, drag-out fight. She thought as she made her way to the car. I began to go all out and pound into her mercilessly. As we came to a stop, I quickly grabbed Alex's cock through his BDSM sweatpants and gave him a decent squeeze as I bit his lip. Gimme more, and I will take it. I knew that my nervousness was about to come to an end. Your turn to rock her world.” I had handpicked the 5 men standing in the fetish room who were clearly growing impatient to have sex my wife. Honestly, it felt good, even if it was her brother. “Ten minutes so far Hans, Julian is very good. I salt the fries a bit extra and then slather them with ketchup. Legs spread with her ankles secured to each of the alter's short legs. “You will be cleaned before I make a small cut in your femoral region and domination drain blood from you, replacing it with an embalming fluid. You think you can stand one more weekend with your spanking Hardcore sister?” Aaron then kicked his feet out from under him, sending my assailant crashing to the dock. It sounded so familiar. But it was a good attempt though.” Linsey's were beginning to bruise up nicely. I popped my mouth off his cock and grinned at him. After checking out my new Dell laptop and then testing our cable internet modem, he was ready to get down to business, “How much are you willing to spend for a state of the art webcam system?” Five young black men and one black woman showed up for the tutoring. I rose up his shaft, my cunt clinging to him. For some reason, I stood up, my chair edging back a bit as my legs bumped it.