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“And that?” Julia whispered, her voice barely coming from her. “Nipple chain; doesn’t it look familiar?” “Ah, yes.” Julia mumbled, then glanced at the table beside me, where two-dozen more of my personal toys were laid out, “Are you going to use all of them on me?” “That’s up to you, Your Holiness.” I said, taking her chin between my thumb and forefinger, “This is your party, after all.” Julia gulped, seeming to steel herself. “Do your worst, Tera.” “I don’t think you want that.” I chuckled. “But I need it.” Julia said, dropping her head, looking resigned and hopeless. As beautiful as she was with her arms chained and spread above her, and her legs in a similar situation below her, I did feel for the girl. “With just a touch, I can make everything wonderful.” I said softly, “I brought astral gemstones with me; no one will know.” “No.” Julia said firmly, regaining some of her spirit, “This isn’t for me, or for you, or for them; this is for God. I have strayed from her path, and I need to atone. I have tortured and raped, so I must bear my sins in turn. I must bear them for all to see.” “Well, you say it’s not for me,” I smiled as I took a feather, and gently teased indian her left nipple out, “but truth be told, Your Holiness, I couldn’t think of a better way to start my day.” Then I pierced that nipple with the needle in my other hand, and Julia screamed. Her body wrenched forward, her arms and legs straining and straightening behind her, the chains growing taught from her shackles. The crowd erupted around us, and I withdrew the needle. The wound was instantly cauterized by the hot metal, which made me cognizant of who I was dealing with. If I went too far, Julia might not be able to control her own fire. I waited until her scream ebbed, then I gave her a questioning look. She nodded weakly, and I punctured the right nipple. I would’ve put a gag in her mouth to give her something to bite on, but the people in the back needed to hear what they couldn’t see, so Julia’s shrill scream rose high and true from her red lips. Her body arched, jutting her chest forward, and I took the opportunity to link the loops through her piercings, and dangle the chain between stockings them. Julia’s scream devolved into a whimper before she regained control of herself. “You’re doing great!” I smiled to her, “Just a couple more things, then we can start.” “We can start?! ” Julia cried, her red hair in strands over her pale face, “Tera, I-” “Shhh.” I said, putting a gloved finger to her red lips, “I’m not ‘Tera’ anymore, and you’re not ‘Your Holiness.’ You’re not even ‘Julia.’ From this moment, until we’re done, you are ‘Dog.’ You will obey without question, you will submit without resistance, and you will wag that sexy little ass and smile when I offer you a treat. Understood?” I could almost feel Julia’s glare of pure hatred. “If you can’t comply, Dog, then I will let you go, and you can find a new master.” I whispered onto those red lips as I ran my finger Hardcore across them, indenting the glistening flesh, “Now, give your master a ‘woof-woof.’” Julia’s eyes narrowed, then relaxed. She dropped her head, and under her breath, I heard a soft, “woof-woof.” I smiled to myself. Religious girls were always so easy to submit; they’d been doing it their whole lives. My little Justina scorned religion, but personally, I loved it. Religion filled women with shame, and nothing begot kinkier sex than shame. I couldn’t see Dad’s face anymore. We then both tossed our panties over to the young black Haitian college boys. Derrick's head snapped up as the intruder alarm started to warble. A part of me didn’t seem to want him touching stockings me, and I didn’t want the bare skin of my slim legs sitting on his overweight ones. I wasn’t even thinking of going there with her and protecting her at all Hardcore times. Looking down further, he saw the fruit of his obsession, his mother’s deep and juicy navel. Her juices coated her strands as they tickled the sensitive crown of my cock. I very slowly just touched the tips of her fingers with the tips of mine, like Michelangelo’s Creation of Adam. I said sternly, looking Aaron in the eye dead-serious. “Don’t you say that!” I scolded her. Ending the sex now risked she would loose any grace from her riding the phantom cock before. The two cosplayers were incredible, the seemingly haphazard stitching of the many scraps of black and red fabric that made up their bodysuits left little to the imagination, there wasn’t a single ill-fit piece or loose wrinkle—the girls might as well have been sewn into them. “I’m testing out girlfriend names. I could feel his cock throbbing. I was a teacher-pet. I continued to stroke my cock while Cheryl watched, but it was getting dry and she had the AstroGlide. I am sorry. .I DON'T GIVE A FUCK!!!!" She took a step forward and slid a hand around his waist, pulling him into a gentle embrace. He set down the tooth brush and pushed his fingers from his free hand into her mouth. I had taken a leave from school. She buried deep into me. Hard. I can’t let down the public just to spare you a few hours discomfort.” Jeff was slapping her cheeks indian as he hammered his huge cock into her abused ass, the dildo still in her gushing cunt. I want to taste your cream in my mouth." I stopped to listen and heard it again. An expectant silence descended over the crowd as they waited to see who might respond. But then Cruelface let go of his penis.