I breather harder immediately, thrusting my ass back at you to meet your finger with each thrust. You move around to my side, your finger never leavin... my ass. With you right hand busy your left hand moves up to my throat. "What are you?" "I'm your property, Sir, Your fucktoy to use in any way You like Sir." "That's right, slut." you say "and not only do I choose when you cum, piss, sleep, masturbate, but I also decide when you breathe." With that you move your hand over my face, your thumb and. This story is about the first time I had to discipline my pet. As always, any and all comments are welcome, enjoy. It had been two weeks since my pet had agreed to be mine, to give herself completely to me and do anything I told her to. We had spent the time trying out more of the things Steven had taught me, as well as a few things I had looked up myself. Though I still didn't like the idea of inflicting pain on my pet. I awoke as usual before she did. As I lay there still holding her close to. As she did so her tight cotton skirt slid up her thighs to reveal her little white school knickers. I placed the cello between her legs and told her to hold the neck of the instrument with her left hand. She could see me looking at her thighs and between her legs but said nothing. I was getting turned on.I then stood behind her and as I move to place her hands on the strings I brushed across her breast, she was a voluptuous young woman and not wearing a bra, we both said nothing. Again as I put. Amaira: Are you there yet? I’m so excited!I put in one of my airpods and texted her to come on video call.Amaira: Ready for the show, handsome?Me: More than you could know.She was wearing a yellow t-shirt with a pair of tight jeans. The shirt fit was loose, but the jeans highlighted her gorgeous ass and made me hard, just imagining what we were going to do. She bit her lip and moaned as she bent forward.Her cleavage lingered in my eyeline as she bent forward. The round neck of her t-shirt was.