Christmas lights are so passe. This year we’re trying something different.

Christmas lights are so passe. This year we’re trying something different.

Are We Supposed To Be Intimidated By That Chain In Your Hands? You&Amp;Rsquo;Re Wearing A Collar, You Dumb Slut. That Chain Is Going To Be Used To Bind You And Leash You, So You Can Realize Your True Place Is Crawling On All Fours, Begging Your Master

&Amp;Ldquo;Please Master&Amp;Hellip; Just A Taste Of Your Cum? Your Pathetic Slut Needs It So Much&Amp;Rdquo;

She Looked Away, Embarrassed. He&Amp;Rsquo;D Brought Her So Low, It Made Her Ashamed. The Fake Tits. The Silly, Bimbo-Ish Blonde Hair With The Colored Streaks. The Little Latex Dress Modeled After Her Former Domme Attire. Now He Commanded Her To

Always Remember Your Proper Position.

&Amp;Ldquo;Do You Understand You&Amp;Rsquo;Re Nothing By My Property?&Amp;Rdquo; He Asked. She Let Out An Involuntary Moan At The Words. &Amp;Ldquo;Yes Master,&Amp;Rdquo; She Sighed.

&Amp;Ldquo;Master, Which Of Your Slaves Do You Want To Fuck First? And Can The Other Two Just Masturbate While We Watch?&Amp;Rdquo;

&Amp;Ldquo;Stop!&Amp;Rdquo; She Pleaded, Twisting Her Head Away From The Camera He Held. She Couldn&Amp;Rsquo;T Bare Any More Of It. He&Amp;Rsquo;D Forced Her To Dress Like A Whore, In The Tiny Skirt That Concealed Nothing, The Mesh Top That Showed Off Her Newly Enlarge

&Amp;Ldquo;Uh.. Hey&Amp;Hellip; I Could Totally Swear I Was Supposed To Like&Amp;Hellip; Be In Charge Or Something?&Amp;Rdquo; &Amp;Ldquo;Don&Amp;Rsquo;T Be Silly. Look At Yourself. You&Amp;Rsquo;Re Just A Dumb Little Blonde Bimbo Aren&Amp;Rsquo;T You?&Amp;Rdquo; She Thought About

They Had Been Two Of The Strictest, Most Dominant Women Around. Now They Busied Themselves Performing Like A Pair Of Cheap Whores At The Snap Of His Fingers. Somewhere Deep Inside They Felt The Sting To Their Pride, But It Was Overwhelmed By Their

&Amp;Ldquo;Look At Yourself. You Are Chained And Cuffed. You Are Collared And Helpless. And This Is What You Crave Isn&Amp;Rsquo;T It. This Is What You Need, Isn&Amp;Rsquo;T It?&Amp;Rdquo; She Closed Her Eyes, A Soft Desperate Sigh Escaping Her Lips. &Amp;Ldquo;Yes

&Amp;Ldquo;So Um&Amp;Hellip; Today&Amp;Rsquo;S Lesson Is Uh&Amp;Hellip;&Amp;Quot; She Started. The Words Didn&Amp;Rsquo;T Seem To Want To Form. &Amp;Quot;Go On,&Amp;Rdquo; He Said, Prompting Her. &Amp;Ldquo;Today&Amp;Rsquo;S Lesson Is Uh&Amp;Hellip;. Um&Amp;Hellip; Cockulous&Amp;Hellip; No.. Calc.

He&Amp;Rsquo;D Kept Her Waiting. Something No One Ever Did. When She Told Someone To Meet Her, She&Amp;Rsquo;D Expected Them To Be There Right On Time. Of Course That Was When She&Amp;Rsquo;D Been In Charge. Tonight She Wore The Outfit He Told Her To Wear.

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