If not, I will keep spanking.”Slave wanda’s only response was a curt, “Fuck you.”Mistress Matilda merely smiled slightly and shook her head. T...en she started the spanking. The first stroke was a very loud, crisp, “Smack!” Slave wanda just grunted. The Mistress was very methodical and paced. There was a very regular pattern of “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt, “Smack!”, grunt.That continued for perhaps fifteen or sixteen strokes. - Well, you are definitely starting big! Don't worry sissy, I'll keep itinteresting for both of us!I sat in my chair, trying to fid a comfortable position for my stretched,impaled ass, succeeding only in constantly fucking myself with everymovement I made under an amused smile of my companion. There was noposition in which I did not feel uncomfortably, torturously impaled,stretched over a large, veined cock, that seemed to only go deeper withevery movement of my sissified body. I shifted from. She commented that they had a little "bling" which she'd mentioned during our discussions as something she wished for. We found the saleslady and she retrieved a few pairs for her, and Cyd proceeded to remove her shoes. I watched as she pulled them from the box and began the process of putting them on. I quickly noticed that there was a mirror opposite her seat running the length of the wall along the floor, and my eyes went back and forth from the boots to between her occasionally opened. After teasing his ass with the flat of my finger for a few minutes I leaned forward and circled his tight opening with my tongue. Using the flat of my tongue to lap at his clenching ass. Manning’s breathing was nearly a pant as my tongue pressed against him. My hand continued to stroke him as I teased him with my mouth. I pulled away and replaced my tongue with my finger again. Spitting at his ass letting it run over my finger I began to push into him. I felt his ass tighten and grip my.