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#WritcoStoryPrompt90
Which method of discipline do you prefer, soft or tough? Create a story about the query to back up your response.I helped Rebecca put on her collar. I looked down at her, drinking up the sight. When I had drunk in the view enough, I pat her on the head and got two pillows from the couch. I put them down on the coffee table. I left to get two items from her bedroom. One was the riding crop; the other was our video camera. I came back down and set up the camera to face the coffee table.
"Lean over the coffee table, little slut. Press your titties into the cushions." Rebecca shuffled on her knees in front of the table. I started adjusting the camera so that it was focused on her face. When Rebecca was in position, I picked up the crop. I started exploring her body with the tip. I gave her two gentle taps on her shoulder. She turned her head to look at me with a smile that told me she turned on. I walked around her like a predator circling prey before swooping down to feast. I warmed Rebecca's cheeks with the crop. Rebecca was no pain slut. She didn't enjoy bruises or actual pain. I was only heightening her experience with dull pain.
I put the crop down next to Rebecca on the coffee table and stepped up behind her. She moaned when I started to play with her wet pussy. I fingered her feeling the familiar tightness and wetness I knew so well.
"Your cunt is as sloppy as ever," I commented aloud.
"Thank you, master. I am your wanton whore."
"As you are being fucked you will look into the camera. I will explain the plans that have been made for us. You will be sharing your thoughts and feelings about each of the plans. Do not speak to me. Speak to the camera. At the end of this vacation, I will put you back on this table, fuck you again, and we will watch this video. We will review our exploits and compare them to your original thoughts."
"Thank you, Master. I greatly enjoy it when we reminisce on our play."
"I know you do, little slut. Something has come to mind just now, though. Before our plans, I...
Which method of discipline do you prefer, soft or tough? Create a story about the query to back up your response.I helped Rebecca put on her collar. I looked down at her, drinking up the sight. When I had drunk in the view enough, I pat her on the head and got two pillows from the couch. I put them down on the coffee table. I left to get two items from her bedroom. One was the riding crop; the other was our video camera. I came back down and set up the camera to face the coffee table.
"Lean over the coffee table, little slut. Press your titties into the cushions." Rebecca shuffled on her knees in front of the table. I started adjusting the camera so that it was focused on her face. When Rebecca was in position, I picked up the crop. I started exploring her body with the tip. I gave her two gentle taps on her shoulder. She turned her head to look at me with a smile that told me she turned on. I walked around her like a predator circling prey before swooping down to feast. I warmed Rebecca's cheeks with the crop. Rebecca was no pain slut. She didn't enjoy bruises or actual pain. I was only heightening her experience with dull pain.
I put the crop down next to Rebecca on the coffee table and stepped up behind her. She moaned when I started to play with her wet pussy. I fingered her feeling the familiar tightness and wetness I knew so well.
"Your cunt is as sloppy as ever," I commented aloud.
"Thank you, master. I am your wanton whore."
"As you are being fucked you will look into the camera. I will explain the plans that have been made for us. You will be sharing your thoughts and feelings about each of the plans. Do not speak to me. Speak to the camera. At the end of this vacation, I will put you back on this table, fuck you again, and we will watch this video. We will review our exploits and compare them to your original thoughts."
"Thank you, Master. I greatly enjoy it when we reminisce on our play."
"I know you do, little slut. Something has come to mind just now, though. Before our plans, I...
