As your hips start their decent into the oil and scented water rose petals play along the soft skin of your inner thighs, sending waves of sensual sen...ations through your body, up your thighs to your all ready moistening velvet slit. As your soft folds of heated and damp flesh touch the surface of waters surface you feel many rose petals play along the folds of flesh, causing a small moan to escape your lips... The moan only causing a smile to play across my unseen face, and to send waves of. "If your slave has difficulty holding position, there are two additional measures. This is one - pinning their outside hand. The other thing you can do is have your submissive kneel between your legs, resting on the left, while the right pins their legs in place. I won't need to do that with Holly, I shouldn't expect." He reached his hand upwards and brought it down hard on her left cheek. The room filled with a resounding splat, followed almost immediately by Holly grunting. He followed. His cock was soaking wet and looked monstrous sliding in and out of my mangled, smashed bush of pubic hair. My cunt lips were stretched around his shaft and seemed to be coating his cock. My clit was clearly visible, protruding above my stretched-thin pussy lips like a little beacon.He lifted my right leg high and turned me as if I were speared on his cock. I lay limp, hips rolling gracefully, as he turned me over the rest of the way onto my belly. Lifting my hips with one hand, he. She snapped her fingers: I snapped from my reverie.“Hand me a towel, bitch!”Timidly I looked around. I’d rather hoped she might compliment me on my appearance, rather than calling me a bitch, but there you were – or rather, there I was. I looked round in panic: there was no towel in the bathroom. She sighed, rolling her eyes upwards.“Try the chest of drawers between the beds.”“Okay.”“Don’t you mean – yes mistress?” she snapped.“Y-yes mistress,” I stammered.She laughed, cruelly.“I should make.