She had been lying face down on the bed when he leaned over and spanked her big ass and left her lying there soaking wet. The sound and the feeling of...hand on ass made her hornier than she had ever been. Even the idea of her being over someone’s knee leaving her powerless had her fingering herself to a powerful orgasm. The one problem with her new found fetish had been David, first he wouldn’t understand her fetish and just try fucking her and second as their sex was so disappointing Sarah. I relax; the silky blacknessof the blindfold and the restriction of the wrist and ankle cuffs providinga strange reassurance. I lie in the blackness for what seems an age, yet must have been only 5 or10 minutes. Sleep isn't an option; I strain to hear every tiny sound in anticipationof your return. Yet, when it finally happens, I'm taken almost by surprise. The creak of the floorboard gives the first hint that I am no longer alonein the room. I guess (correctly) that to make any sound would. ??I love it Mistress.??What do you love???That you fuck me up my ass, Mistress.??I can?t put this away as dirty as it is. You?ll clean it, right???Yes, Mistress,? I replied, certain that she would then release me so Icould go to the bathroom and clean it with soap and water. But I was going to find out soon just howwrong I was...Without warning, Mistress Michelle stuck the butt-plug in my mouth and urged me to lickit clean. I tried to protest, but the plug suffocated my pleas. I tried to putit. Her eyes were wide open and she was pulling even more at her skirt. She looked John directly in the eye, and then climbed onto the kitchen table. Her legs neatly together, feet resting on the kitchen bench below, she carried on fixing her gaze on him and started to slowly open her legs. The short elastic skirt rode up to reveal that she most certainly hadn’t put any panties on that day. A perfectly manicured triangle of thick black pubic hair sat on her mons, dense but trimmed nice and short..