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“I’ve been a bad girl, Madame Destry,” Delaney said, nervously wringing her fingers in her lap. “Yes. I know,” Madame Destry replied. Delaney slowly raised her eyes to meet her Domme’s gaze. Madame Destry, sitting behind her massive oak desk, was leaned forward on her arms; her impressive breasts pushed up high by a sleek black corset. Delaney loved when her Mistress dressed in this fashion. It never failed to make her panties soaking wet to see Madame’s huge, coral colored nipples resting on the stiff whalebone edge, and like always, her buds were tightly puckered. “Delaney! Stop looking at my tits and listen to what I’m saying,” Madame said, sharply. Delaney snapped to attention. Her cheeks burned at being caught not having her full attention on what her Madame was saying. She ripped her gaze away from the tantalizing view in front of her. “Okay, now that I have your attention again, tell me why you think that you have been bad enough to warrant punishment from me,” Madame Destry said. “I went home with a man,” Delaney mumbled. “Speak up!” Destry snapped. “I went out last night and got drunk, and then I went home with the first man that asked me,” she replied. “And?” Madame inquired. Delaney fidgeted in her seat. She loved Madame Destry; loved her a lot. For some insane reason, she set her mind on breaking all the rules last night by going out to that seedy bar downtown, but damn, did his cock almanbahis feel good. “I drank enough to make me feel slutty, and there was this guy at the bar-he kept buying me drinks,” Delaney tried to explain, hoping Madame wouldn’t make her go into details. “You always did have a stubborn slutty streak in you. Go on,” Madame said. “After about four drinks, he came over and sat down beside me. He smelled so good!” Delaney sighed. She knew she was in trouble. One of the many “punishments” Madame subjected her to was to relive her transgression through a detailed confession, which never failed to make her hornier than hell. She shifted in her seat; her pussy starting to swell. Madame Destry sat there silently. “I was wearing my short skirt…with no panties, and he put his hand on my knee. I spread my legs, and he slid his hand up my inner thigh,” Delaney said; her skin starting to flush. “Was your pussy freshly shaved?” Madame asked. “Yes. I just had it waxed the day before. It was smooth and bare…very sensitive,” Delaney told her. “I bet he really loved that big, fat clit of yours. I swear you almost have a mini cock when it’s erect,” Madame laughed. Delaney blushed and said, “He did. My clit was thick and poking out from between my lips.” She closed her eyes and thought about how his fingers lightly brushed her hairless slit. The man had thick, blunt fingers that were long and strong. Delaney shivered. almanbahis yeni giriş “He made me face him, and then pushed my legs all the way open, which made my skirt ride up high on my thighs. The bar was pretty much empty, but at that point, I didn’t care if anyone saw what he was doing,” she continued. “You were in such a slutty state that you were willing to let everyone see your cunt?” Destry asked, frowning. “Yes, Madame, I was,” Delaney said in a timid voice. “What else happened?” Madame inquired. “Like I said, he had my legs all the way open, and I’m pretty sure that the bartender was watching. He pinched my pussy lips and pulled them open, so he could see my tight, little hole. I was so wet, Madame, and then he grabbed his beer bottle,” she said. “What did he do with his bottle, my bad little pet?” Destry asked. “He pulled me to the edge of my seat by my pussy and told me to put my feet on his thighs. I could see how hard his cock was, and then he called the bartender down and asked him to sit behind me,” Delaney said. “Really now! Not only did you act like a total whore for one man, you had two at your disposal? Why didn’t you tell me that before?” Madame scolded. “I don’t know,” Delaney whispered. “Follow me, bad girl. You can finish telling me what happened in the room,” Madame Destry said. Delaney watched her Mistress vacate her chair, and as she rounded the desk, Delaney almanbahis giriş sucked her breath in sharply. Madame was indeed wearing her favorite corset, but had added something new. Strapped around her hips was a long thick cock hanging from a black harness. With each step, the phallic toy bobbed and swayed. Delaney’s nipples went rock hard, and her turgid clit throbbed. She followed Madame into the “room”. Madame shut the door behind them, gestured for her to disrobe, and sat down in front of high bench. Delaney watched her pour a generous amount of lubricant into her hand. Her mouth went dry, as Madame coated her dick; her hand stroking up and down the shaft until it was slick and shiny. Delaney quickly shed her clothes and climbed onto the bench, lying on her belly. Her feet were braced on either side of the padded bench; her ass hanging off the far edge. “Put the clamps on,” Destry told her. Delaney reached for the metal alligator clips, which were sitting off to her side. She loved the sharp sting of them, as they bit into her nipples, but it was so hard to have to put them on herself. Once they were positioned, she waited for the next command. “Now…the weights,” Madame said. “Which ones?” Delaney asked. “The one pound ones,” Madame confirmed, still stroking her cock. Delaney reached under the bench and found the tiny, but heavy weights. Wincing, she clipped them to the clamps. Her tender nipples, on fire now, stretched. As the weights swayed, fiery sparks radiated down to her wet cunt, congesting it with blood. “Now, finish your story,” Madame Destry demanded, getting up and moving out of Delaney’s field of vision.

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