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It is all ready. I observe the living room with some satisfaction. The carpet is white and on the small glass table there are a bottle of sparkling wine just removed from the fridge, a crystal goblet and three pulpy ripe strawberries . My mistress prefers them served whole, without the stalk being removed.

 I am standing by the front door. I wear 8 denier sheer black tights: a very light sock that wraps the legs harmoniously. No shoes, my feet rest on the cold floor in this spring that heats the house every other day. The balconette bra highlights my large breasts, a third firm and full that is cradled in the satin cup, showing the areola of my nipples. I have light makeup, but I colored my lips a nice bright red. My mistress likes to grab my mouth and play with her fingers while smearing my lipstick. He pinches me, presses my cheeks, gets his fingers licked and sucked. He enjoys fucking my mouth with his hand as if he were fucking my pussy. He doesn't do it with force or violence, but with that erotic determination of who knows what he can expect. I dissolve the idea.

 It's 6pm and my heart leaps. No delay is allowed within these walls, and she is perfect, she wouldn't keep me waiting. The time of five breaths passes and I hear her feline step approaching the door. The wall won't separate us for long.

 Alice opens the door and looks at me: she is beautiful. It has an elegant stiletto heel, a suit consisting of a black jacket and a pencil skirt with a discreet slit. As soon as our eyes meet, I look down. Her perfume has already filled the room and while I wait for her nod I try to see if under her tight skirt there is already ready the strap on which I fantastic from our first online chat. I took that strap on in every hole, licked it for hours, took it in the ass while my mistress squeezed my hips and pushed it with firm strokes. I had it inside and enjoyed every inch of that wrinkled black silicone. My imagination is already vivid, but no matter how hard I try to carefully observe every fold of the fabric, I don't see any member making room.

 My mistress comes into the house, the wine is fresh and I'm starting to get excited. I hope to raise my face and see Alice in front of me fiddling with that fake cock in her hands while in a stern voice she says " Get on your back " without rituals or foreplay. But this doesn't seem like the program my mistress has for us today.

 The wait drives me crazy. I'd tear off my pantyhose by myself to spread my legs and say in a pleading voice, " Please fuck me. Mistress I'm here. Fuck me ». Instead my socks are still whole and I still standing at the door.

 Alice has not taken off her shoes, she has gone over to the glass table, has poured herself two fingers of wine and is now sipping it.

 “Come here, " he says, breaking the silence between us.

 I take a few steps and kneel in front of her, with my legs parted, the palms of my hands facing up, my face bowed and my lips parted.

 “Close your eyes, " he says.

 So I do.

 I hear her move and open some drawers. A few seconds pass and it is still in front of me. He strokes my head and ties my hair with a ribbon. Lean something on the top of my neck and then juggle some laces as if he's staring at something at me. Suddenly he also takes my hands and joins them behind my back, always tying them together with a soft satin ribbon.

 " Why don't you show me your nice ass a bit? He says, giggling.

 In this position, with the hands tied, it is not easy to move. Always remaining on my knees, I leverage to raise my thighs and lean forward by lifting my buttocks and showing off. The closed eyes make my balance a bit precarious and just as I start to feel myself wavering I feel Alice's hand on my mouth, which with the right pressure also helps me not to fall. He closes my mouth with his left hand and hits me on the buttocks with his right.

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 A shiver runs down my spine.

 Maybe I'll get what I want. I meow a bit, swinging my butt gently while I already feel Alice in my head opening in two. But this is not happening yet and I am here with my eyes closed, with my mistress' hand preventing me from speaking and with her blows on the buttocks.

 

" Now I'm moving, but you stay still and don't open your eyes, " she says.

 When he speaks again I feel he is in front of me.

 " Look at me "

 Alice is lying on the carpet with her skirt up, without panties and with her favorite stockings. Her pussy has no hair and it is there, inches from me .

 " I have decided that you will fuck me today, try to work hard ."

 And how could I fuck her? My hands are tied, I'm on my knees and I have nothing with me. Then I understand, Alice looks over my head and winks. I can't see, but at this point I can imagine the strap on attached to my head making me a sort of erotic unicorn . It's the first time I've worn one like this even though I think I've seen it done in some porn videos. I stop the surrounding thoughts and try to realize what has been asked of me. I tilt my back further until one cheek rests on the carpet. I hardly see anything, I move awkwardly, but with commitment. I make a few attempts in vain. Alice grabs my head and points me in the best direction to get inside her. I can only move slowly but my mistress sways to enjoy every penetration to the hilt . I let go, close my eyes and follow his increasingly frenetic movements until his moans become sudden and stop after a louder gasp. I don't know if she had an orgasm . I can't ask .

 I get back on my knees. Now it's my turn, right? Alice gets up, regroups. He pours himself some more wine and takes a sip. He takes a strawberry, dips its tip into the glass and puts it on my lips. "Here , for you. You can come back tomorrow . ' I am blown away, with a strawberry in my mouth and my humors dripping down my legs .

 Before leaving the room, he adds « Don't try to finger yourself tonight, I forbid you to enjoy. I decide your pleasure ».