My right hand strokes up and down your lovely, stocking clad legs. Each stroke rising a little higher. Finding and teasing the soft flesh just above t...e welt. Enjoying the fine line between to cool silkiness of the fabric and the moist heat of your flesh. Gliding over the firm, taut flesh of your gorgeous, anxious butt. My finger slides deep into your crack to tease the rim of your puckered rosebud. (Whack!) The spank brings a yelp, the bounce of the weights a long moan, and my fingers straying. He rammed into her hard, making her moan and cry as he rubbed against her striped pussy, squeezing her tits painfully. It didn't take long – unsurprising, for the first time in so long – before he groaned and filled her cunt. He collapsed down onto her, sobbing in relief and grief both. "Ye should have chosen me, Mari," he whispered. "I was always the better man."After a few minutes, he finally dragged himself off of her and untied her. He appeared ready to let her go, so I took control and had. Obeying his command I step up on the platform and turn away from the vertical steel bar so that I have my back facing it. I swing my right riding booted leg over the horizontal steel bar and slowly starts to lower myself upon it.When my plugged sissy cunt touches the bar it´s starting to be uncomfortable for real. When I put my bodyweight down on the steel bar, the night butt plug pushes in even deeper in my stretched rectum. Nothing that I´ve not experienced before but that doesn´t make it. Master seemed completely unconcerned by the passing commentary. He merely ran the belt back and forth over my ass cheeks as I stared at the phone through the glass. “Is it that you don’t like the phone your master bought you or you don’t think you have to follow master’s rules?” he asked me. Master’s interrogations are sometimes worse than the physical punishment! He laid the first stripe down across my right cheek as he held the skirt tightly in his left hand. “Master! I cried out. I was.