As she finished stretching, she pulled her head and arms forward. She Look down and, I could tell by the movement of her arms, began undoing her cut-o...fs. The size and positioning of her window limited my view to only being able to see her body down to her belly. Knowing what she was doing, and hoping for a different view, I stood on my toes try to look over the windowsill in a downward direction with no luck, so I stood on my bed only to have the same lack of results. She leaned forward (to. She wanted it so badly. She wanted to see my girl-dick.“Show me, please, Christina!” she begged. Her feet twitched towards me, bending her back as her arms swayed above her head. “Oh, yes, please, please!”I pulled my thumbs from my waistband, aching to tease her more. I whirled around, my panties soaking up the juices flooding me. My eyes danced around the shed, looking for just the thing and... I spotted it. A length of green hose about two feet long lacking any metal fittings at either end. I. "I am your bitch, Master." "Yes, you are my bitch. My property." He slapped my face on one side, thenon the other side, really hard. He grabbed me by my hair at the back of myhead and pulled on it, forcing my neck to arch. My legs were still wide openand with his other hand he slapped my pussy. This caught me by surprise andI moaned quietly. He pulled on my hair again, forcing me to rise and pushingmy face down to his crotch, to his beautiful big cock. "Smell me." he ordered. I eagerly inhaled. Instead of immediately binding her to the chair, her keepers instruct her to masturbate by hand this time. Any shred of shyness still clinging to her is knocked away brusquely by a few sharp strokes of the riding crop. Better to obey than be compelled to comply. Sierra’s cunt is so engorged and sensitized it hardly feels like her own when she puts her fingers to it. But it responds in the usual way. Vulnerable as she is to the devices they use on her, nothing works more effectively than her own.