Stephanie could feel a brief stinging sensation. She began to feel a bit more relaxed. SUBJECT PREPARED FOR UPDATE SEDATIVE LEVEL; LOW... ANXIETY LEVE...; MODERATE INITIAL SCAN COMPLETE HELLO MS. BATES, ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR UPGRADE?"NO, hell no." VERY WELL... LET'S PROCEED YOU MAY STOP THE PROCESS AT ANY TIME WITH THE VERBAL COMMAND 'STOP'"Stop, stop, goddamnit STOP!!!" NO DISSENT REGISTERED PROCEED SCAN LOG PROCESSEDShe was screwed. What could she do?Apparently; nothing.With a soft 'whoosh' a. Right there!... Yes! ...Don't stop," you panted, curling your hand into my hair and rucking your hips. If I had wanted to escape (which I did NOT) I don't think I could have. The back of your knee behind my head and a fist full of my hair kept me right where you and I wanted. On a couple of occasions, I felt you stiffen up, followed by a fresh dose of your essence, so I knew I was doing things right. You never lost your composure, never cried out, never loosened your grip, so I kept on. After the five strokes, my Mistress knowingly probed my cunt with her fingers. ‘You’re close, you slut, aren’t you?’ ‘Yes Mistress,’ I replied, in something between a sob and a moan, and she rammed two fingers deep into my sopping cunt. ‘You can cum now, you little whore,’ she said. ‘Oh, oh, yes, yes,’ I shouted, now oblivious to the drawing pins now stuck into my naked flesh and the livid stripes now patterning my buttocks. A raging orgasm took me to a level I had seldom visited. ‘Thank you,. She jerked her head back"Suck your Master's dick, slave girl," I replied with a cruel smile."Oh no!" Staring with alarm at my bobbing organ filling her vision, she sat back pulling against the leash.I shook my head impatiently and jerked the leash causing her to fall forward into sand. I knelt on her so my knee was in the middle of her back pressing her into the soft sand. She squirmed and struggled beneath my weight.Reaching up I brought my open palm down SMACK on a full but very firm young.