Part 5:
Jean lead Sabrina over the hardwood floor of the bedroom onto a blood red rug in front of the fireplace. A teapot sat on a warmer on the nearby coffee table. Jean poured camomille tea into a mug and handed the mug to his pet. “For your throat, my dear.” Sabrina sipped at the tea, soothing her sore throat muscles. She remained on her knees on the rug. Jean grabbed some gear from a table away from the fire while Sabrina sat and drank.
Sabrina placed the half-drunk tea on the coffee table. “Master, I'm waiting for you,” she whispered into the darkness of the spacious bedroom. Jean emerged from the dark holding a long, fluffy fox tail and a bottle of lubricant. He turned the business end of the tailplug toward Sabrina, “Down, girl!” Sabrinapushed her chest into the comfy rug, stretching her arms out in front and pushing her ass into the air. She wore a garter belt with no panties beneath, and he naughty parts shined in the firelight in her Master's view.
Jean squeezed some lube out onto the tailplug and onto his fore finger. He used the finger to massage Sabrina's clit and the plug to rub her asshole. Sabrina's wiggled her hips in pleasure. She reached back to push down on Jean's hand holding the tailplug. She looked back at him over her shoulder, inviting him to push it in. It was already halfway in. Pop! Jean fit the tailplug all the way in.
Sabrina called around the rug, nuzzling at Jean's feet and legs. She shooked her hips, waving her tail. Jean held her leash tight. “Ass up!” he demanded. Sabrina shoved her head downward and thrust her ass toward him. Jean smacked her pussy with his open hand. Smack! Smack! Sabrina's body convulsed on the second hit. Then Jean grabbed the based of the tail. He pushed two fingers into Sabrina's pussy and rubbed them against the plug through her vaginal walls. Sabrina began to moan. Jean stopped, realizing he forgot the best part. He pulled a ring gag from his pocket and pulled it tight around Sabrina's jaw. She bit into the ring as Jean fastened it. Immediately, Sabrina began to drool.
Jean resumed pushed the tailplug against Sabrina's pussy from the other side and massaging the inside of her pussy with his fingers. Sabrina rubbed cheek against the furry carpet. Drool dribbled out of her mouth and down her cheek. Her spit was thick and pouring out. Jean pulled the leash tight and then tugged, pulling Sabrin up from the carpet. He licked the line of drool on her cheek, then he slapped it. Smack! Jean dragged his finger along the bottom of Sabrina's chin. Drool slipped over her lips now. Jean bit Sabrina's lower lip, lapping the drool with his tongue. “You are going to need the rest of your camomille, slut,” Jean whispered into Sabrina's ear. He released his grip on her collar, letting he fall back onto all fours. Sabrina crawled over to the coffee table.
As she sipped at her camomille, Sabrina leaned back onto her tailplug. She began grinding her hips, the plug pushing a bit deeper into her ass. Jean sat in the nearby armchair and watched. Sabrina stared at him fiercely. She flicked her tongue against the ring. Drool covered her chin.
Jean rose from the armchair and walked over to his pet. He grabbed the teacup from her hand and dashed it against the bricks within the fireplace, shattering it to bits with a loud bang. Sabrina winced, tears welled up in her eyes. A twinge of real fear desolved into submissive bliss in her heart. Jean pushed her down onto her hands and knees, and grabbed her hair. He pushed his cock through the wet ring and over Sabrina's eager tongue, which flittered around Jean's head. Jean slapped Sabrina, feeling his own cock through her cheek. Smack! He slapped her other cheek. A mixture of tears and mascara streamed over Sabrina's stinging cheeks.
Jean pulled his cock out of the ring. Thick saliva trailed from the end of his cock to the ring and from the ring to Sabrina's tongue. As Jean pulled further away, the beam gave way and fell onto Sabrina's breasts and corset. Jean grabbed Sabrina's leash and led her into the cavernous dark on all fours. At the foot of the luxurious bed fit for Kings, Jean lifted Sabrina from her knees and threw her onto the mattress.
Blind in the dark, Sabrina could not see her Master, but felt as his strong hands separated her legs and pushed them into the air. Jean's tongue landed at the base of the tailplug and slid up over Sabrina's pussy and stopped at her clit. The two second lick felt like an hour to Sabrina. Jean surrounded her clit with his lips, sucking. He lapped at her asshole and tongue with a few more long, slow strokes. Sabrina's pussy was overflowingly wet.
Jean stood and unclasped the leash from Sabrina's collara, with some effort as the hook was now wet with drool. He grabbed Sabrina's wrists and drug her to the headboard. There awaited chains welded to the massive headboard, shackles on their ends. Jean restrained her prisoner. Sabrina's knees were in the air, her feet on the bed, and her tail poking out of her ass sat between.
Jean removed the ring gag, allowing Sabrina to relax her jaw a bit. Her throat was raspy, her spit was thick. She kissed Jean, lapping at him with her tongue, encouraging her Master to continue. Jean opened the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a long silk scarf and a ballgag. Sabrina lifted her head and allowed herslef to be gagged again, first swallowing some saliva. Then Jean wraped the scarf around her head, blindfolding her. She couldn't see a speck of light.
Sabrina felt Jean tug at her ankle. Click! She had not realized there were shackles for her feet as well. Click! Sabrina was an X covering the upper portion of the massive bed. Silence followed. Sabrina chest pounded with anticipation. Suddenly she heard humming. And then next, utter bliss as the vibrator descended on her spread pussy. this vibrator was intense, not some novelty toy. Sabrina's pussy pulsed with wetness. Jean place the vibrator on the lower end of her pussy, nudging her tailplug. Sabrina, helpless and submissive, came. Her pussy erupted. She pulled her chains tight, trying to curl up, as her pussy leaked warm cum onto the bed and vibrator.
The vibrator pulled away, still humming. It grew a bit louder. Suddenly the vibrator cam down on her nipple. Sabrina tried to scream, but it was muffled by the ball gag. Jean placed the vibrator on her other nipple now. Sabrina was in ecstasy. The vibrator dragged along her side, to her hip. Now to her pelvis. Then back to her cum-soaked clitoris. Sabrina's teeth sank into the ballgag. She pulled at her chains. She grinded against the vibrator's wonderful head.
Jean switched the vibrator off. He disappeared again into the silence and darkness. Sabrina waited. She felt her Master's weight on the bed. Jean's cock rubbed against her ballgag. His hands petted her hair. Jean tugged Sabrina's head by her hair toward him. He whispered in her ear “Do you want to cum again, slut? Do you think you deserve more?” Sabrina nodded her head. Smack! Jean slapped her. “Do you think you deserve to get everything you want? Master will tell you what you want, slut.” Sabrina nodded. Jean unstrapped her ballgag. “I'm sorry, Master, I'll be good I promise. I don't deserve to cum, I'm such a whore.” Sabrina pleaded with Jean.
Jean licked Sabrina's lips. “Master is going to take whatever he wants from you, slave. But don't worry, I have a feeling you will cum anyway.” He strapped the ballgag back tight. Her Master gone again in the dark, Sabrina waited anxiously. She felt Jean's hand on her ass, grabbing at her tail. He eased it out. She heard it clink on the ground as he tossed it aside. Clink! Clink! Jean freed Sabrina's ankles from the restraints. Sabrina felt his strong hands lifting her legs; she assisted.
Jean began to spread Sabrina's asscheeks with his fingers. She felt a new layer of lube being applied as Jean's fingers massaged her asshole. And then, her Master was entering her. Clink! Jean unshackled on of Sabrina's wrists. He pushed her onto her side, his cock halfway inside her ass. Slowly he began to push in and out, a bit more deeply each time, until his cock was fitting almost fully inside. “Touch yourself.” Jean commanded. Sabrina obeyed, fondling her clit with her fingers.
As Jean began now to gently thrust in and out of her ass, Sabrina rubbed her clitoris vigorously. Her pussy was soaking, her ass was being filled. She longed to be penetrated. As though psychic, Jean began to push a beaded dildo into Sabrina's pussy. With each thrust, Jean pushed the dildo in one bead deeper, until it was buried deep. Sabrina's ass was relaxed now, allowing Jean to pound her more roughly. She felt the Jeans thrusts echo on every bead inside her pussy. Jean suddenly smacked her nipple with his palm, sending a sting through Sabrina's breast. Smack! Smack! Jean was rough with Sabrina, his cock ravaging her ass, his hands pummeling her breast.
Sabrina dissolved. She could not move her hand, but simply pressed her fingers into her clit. Her pussy pulsed cum over the beaded cock inside her. Her ass was completely relaxed as her Master had his way with it. Pain surged through her breasts. Sabrina was imersed in subspace.
Jean pounded Sabrina's ass into oblivion. He pulled out as his cock exploded, shooting thick hot cum onto Sabrina's thigh. Sabrina curled up, her body a vibrating symphany of sensation. After regaining his composure, Jean arose. He untied the scarf, bringing his face into her view. “Hi there, kitten,” He smiled. “Let's get you into a nice, hot bath.”
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