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- Well, understand, my good, I'm not a tyrant! - Oksana spoke softly, making slow movements with her hand. - If you think well, you will agree with it.

The new dildo with which she fucked me was more than the one I had to punish myself. Despite the huge amount of lubrication, I felt every additional millimeter when Oksana gently, but firmly introduced it.

“There is nothing excessive in the rules that I demand to abide by!” After all, I allowed you to cum freely, if I'm on top. I am not forcing you to ask permission at the end of the session ... Bend a little bit. Good boy!

I dutifully caved in and the dildo seemed to sink even deeper. My prostate gland is sweet, but painfully ache.

- If you then had a gag in your mouth, I would have treated condescendingly. Still, it's a mess, but not so serious. I would have had your sincere apologies on my lap.

I could not restrain myself and groaned. Oksana gently rubbed the fingers of my right hand over my back.

- I'm not at all against the blowjob, darling! Some of my friends think that I spoil you for nothing, but I like it myself. Still, I'm crazy about your dick.

Oksana smacked and began to gently turn the dildo clockwise. The sensations were so interesting that I shivered.

- Probably, you shouldn't say this to you: it can badly affect your discipline, but ... To be honest, I even liked it when you finished it in my mouth. I swallowed everything like an obedient vanilla chick!

Oksana giggled, but then her marigold sharply dug into my back.

“What I didn’t like was that you did it without my permission.” I do not want you to have doubts about who is in charge of our bed. If you respectfully asked for it at the right moment, I would probably let you do it myself. But like this ...

Oksana began to violently move the dildo, causing the muscles in my stomach to tighten.

“Besides, I only just punished you and hoped that now my authority does not cause you any doubt.” It turned out not!

I sighed softly, but said nothing. If I tried to explain to Oksana that I had never encroached on her authority, I would have just listened to the notation further with her panties in my mouth. Oksana interpreted my breath in her own way.

- It's all for your own good, dear! The more willing you are to obey, the more pleasure we both get from sex. You already understood it. But it also means that I forced punish you when you obey reluctantly. I hope you understand this too and will not sulk at me about the current punishment. The vagaries here are irrelevant and only show that you did not learn the lesson.

Oksana leaned over my face. I turned my head, looking away from the handcuffs that chained my wrists to the bed, and looked into her bottomless eyes.

- You are not too tired? She asked in a soft tone. - I deliberately took a dildo more for this conversation, so that you listen more attentively, but I would not like to torture you with them. Should I continue? - she gently touched the tip of the toy. - Wormwood or parsley?

- Petrushka. - I said firmly. Oksana gently kissed me and the movement in my ass resumed.

The stop word appeared in our relationship some time before, when Oksana taught me to love tickling. This occupation lasted for many hours. She tickled my armpits, hips, thighs, feet, then in turn, and then mixed. Then she gave me a break: sometimes a short one to kiss me or give me some water to drink from a bottle, sometimes a long one - to jump on my face or penis. And then tickled again ...

When she saw that I was a little used to this, she trusted me to decide when to ask for a break.The traditional stop word “red” Oksana found not romantic enough and told me the legend of mermaids. According to legend, mermaids ask human guys “Wormwood or parsley?”. Those who answer "wormwood" mermaids are left alone, and those who answer "parsley" are tickled furiously and, ultimately, drowning. I liked the legend, and “wormwood” became our stop word. Besides, now Oksana had an easy way to ask if everything was alright with me - and I could always dispel her doubts with one word “parsley”.

Unfortunately, the punishment to which Oksana exposed me now could not be stopped with the help of a stop word. Therefore, it lasted for the second week.

- Please shoot me! - I sank to the floor and dragged Oksana to the stack. Oksana looked at me curiously.

I knew that she adored when I asked for it myself. I have long noticed that such a request excites her madly and touches her at the same time. Therefore, the flogging usually came out although passionate, but gentle and romantic. For this the lash best suited. Once, after a quarrel, Oksana even asked for forgiveness with her, alternating blows with apologies. I found this method of reconciliation amazingly effective.

- Why stack? She asked interestedly.

“He's better at relaxing,” I replied.

In fact, I was so excited that I would not be upset if she had ordered to change it for the rod. Oksana laughed and, taking the stack, pointed them to the bed. I got up and began to hurry to throw off my clothes. After a couple of seconds, Oksana joined me, starting to slowly pull down the T-shirt. Tearing away from her boobs with difficulty, I lay down on my stomach and spread my arms and legs to make it easier for me to tie me up.

When the loops were tightened, I heard Oksana throwing off the remaining clothes and ... putting on something else. “I hope this is not a strapon,” I thought: my ass has not yet departed from yesterday’s conversation. Look, lying face down in the pillow, I could not.

- Today you will count! - Oksana announced with a mischievous grin. - Do not worry: if you get away, we'll just start over!

I understood why she did not insert a gag to me.

- Once! Two! Three! Four! Ay! Five! Six! Ay!

The blows fell one after the other, forcing me to carefully follow the score.

- Seventeen! Watch out! Detnat! Two!

The stack stung painfully, but I liked it. In addition, my erect penis rubbed on the bed with every blow, only reinforcing my desire.

- Two trips! Two! Ay! Ay! Twenty six!

Oksana stopped.

- How many? - she asked ingratiatingly

- Oh.

- You outta. Kiss the stack and we will start over.

I kissed the black skin of the stack, thinking that with great pleasure I would have kissed Oksana’s leg. Or any other part of her body.

- Ay! Time! Two! Three! Ay! Four! Five! Six! Seven! Eight! Nine!

- Do not forget to breathe, the sun.

- Ay! Ten!

Oksana gave me a few minutes to rest after whipping, carefully throwing a cold wet towel over my burning buttocks. When she began to untie me, the pain was already replaced by a pleasant burning sensation, but I didn’t immediately go back onto my back. Turning on its side, I finally realized that Oksana was putting on - out of her clothes, there were only boots with spurs.

- Well, relax? She asked cheerfully. I involuntarily threw a glance at the still solid member and evasively replied:

- Thank you, my lady!

Last time, she liked this appeal, and this time, it seems, too. She sank down beside me and for a few minutes I carefully licked her nipples. She ran the fingers of her left hand into my hair and gently directed me, resting her right hand on the bed. Then she abruptly pushed me aside and reached for the nightstand. I managed to kiss her ass once before she turned back, holding in her hands nipple clamps, chained together.

- Your lady wants to feel your dick! - She said, putting them on me. Then she stretched out on the bed on her stomach and slightly spread her legs ....

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