the InterviewSitting throughout from me, lengthy, toned legs rise up and disappear under a short white mini-skirt. Underneath, sheer ebony underpants two sizes too small open up across firm culo cheeks, and they fail to downright contain her humungous cooch lips. A tight waist gives way to lush innate tits tipped with tender puffies. Cleavage leads to the nape of her sensitized neck and up to pouty, whorish lips that beg to be pummeled. Her gaze is submissive and she cannot hold it for long before looking down. Her pheromones are throbbing, inflating her exhilarated anticipation. She is thrilled and nervous. I can almost smell her vag.As we talk about her desires the sound of her voice falls on me like a superb linen, soft and comforting. The meter and tone are sultry, pretty, soothing. When I ask about her past failures, that pretty voice cracks a little. Her gaze stiffens slightly. She knows exactly what I am conversing about. She has failed me before.the SticksDown the rabbit fuck-hole we go, picking up sticks along the way. Dragging her down the castle corridors to the set, I watch her fabulous gait. She has poise. Maybe too much poise for day one. Nearly there, her arms are already aching, full of strong wooden plunges. Dots of perspiration appear on her brow.On the set she realizes there are many, many more sticks. Dozens of post cut offs sprayed through the guest room require her instant and orderly attention. Tho, she seems to finds it hard to be orderly when stripped half nude and whipped by a horny sadist.She fails me again.the DicksHer pouty lips look so spectacular as they struggle to stretch via the immense rubber cock that I am leisurely working into her throat. Her eye lids quake and her snatch goes raw. I tighten the fist in her hair and tell her to drool.When she cowers over the apex of the floor mounted dildo, her pussy just brushes the peak. Her hips are parallel to the floor. I give the order: stay. The stress of the stance has her crumbling in seconds. I guess there is a difference between having toned thighs and actual strength. I make her a deal: I want 30 seconds of suffering, but I don't get it. She fails me again.I send her to a corner along with her two failures to reconsider just what she thinks she is doing here in My World.the BeggingShe wants to play again. I want to witness submission. Not lip service. I want the concrete manifestation of a victim offering a piece of herself to me. She says she hates the cattle prod, but she doesn't say no. I want to observe her pray for something she hates.the ElevenBailey has given up so much to us today, what more could we ask for. I want to see her on her back, legs spread, pussy jammed and expanded. I stretch that tight cunt with the steel cock named
