I will strive every day to please my master in my words and my actions...both sexually and non, both in BDSM scenes and at all times...I love that you...are a real man - one who can take charge and lead me and be the Master that you are...I know there are times when Master will be frustrated with his slut for her lack of experience and possibly for her indiscretions or periods of disobedience...I only hope that he will punish me fairly as I so deserve and as he sees fit...and I will willingly. The back-and-forth was a bit awkward, but Emma got the hang of things.“Jess, down on all floors, pl-” She cut herself off before saying ‘please’ again. Jess dropped down as she was ‘told’.Jess turned around on her hands and feet until she was facing Emma again as well as the pile of goodies on the floor. She pointed to a pole with leather straps at each end.“That’s a spreader bar. You’ll see two of them. Take one and go behind me. You’ll figure out what to do with it from there.”Emma picked it. "I stole a key. I can't save myself, I'm stuck." She pointed to her body,"I might be able to help you." She spoke in hushed tone. She shoved herlittle hand in her bra and pulled out a key. I couldn't help but notice abit of her breast slid out when she did this. "When I heard they capturedthree boys from the red clan I stole the key right away. Here" she saidand slipped her hand through the bars. In my hand she shoved a key, a keyto the very barred doors that were holding us in."How will we. I repeated this manoeuvre a couple more times as she kneaded her own breasts, her breathing getting faster as I continues with my onslaught of her private area. I then slowly slipped my finger into that wet hot pussy, lubricated by my saliva and her juices. I wiggled it inside her as I licked at her clitoris. This did the trick, her hips shot up into the air and she came like a whirling Tasmanian Devil. I wasn’t about to let this little minx slip through my fingers (even the wet one lol). I.