After we finish our walk around the chair, she kneels in front of me, and I pat her head as she looks up at me. “Such a good pet.”
Then I take the belt and pull. Hard.
She’s chokes, her instincts kicking in as she tears at the collar, trying to breathe again.
I smile down at her at the idea of having complete control as she writhes all over.
I loosen the belt, and she sucks in air, quickly getting back into a kneeling position, waiting for instruction.
Running my fingers through her hair, I yank her head back, forcing her to look up at me.
Grating my teeth, I growl, “Say it.”
“I’m yours, master,” Cora rasps, swallowing deeply.
“Obey your master. Unzip my pants, and take my cock out.”
She obeys, urgently taking out my semi-hard cock.
“This is your fault; I should be fully erect!” My anger at her is growing.
Using my free hand, I take my cock and slap her across the face a few times.
“Open your mouth and lean back, now!” I shout.
I see the slickness between her legs; Cora gets off on degradation.
Gathering saliva into my mouth, I spit directly into the back of her throat.
“Now, swallow.”
After she swallows, I demand, “Stick your tongue all the way out.”
Taking my cock, I slap the top of her tongue a few times before plunging it into her mouth. Wrapping the belt around my hand a few times, I yank it forward so her nose crushes against my pubic hair. She gags profusely around my dick, her eyes wide.
“Suck and loosen your throat, or you know what will happen next.”
The girl sobs in the background. I completely forgot about her. I smirk, her cries making my dick harder. Looking over at her, I remark, “Must be tough not being able to cover your ears.”
Cora moans around my cock as I thrust forcefully, treating her like the hole she is. Spit tumbles down the sides of her mouth, and tears form in her eyes, spilling down her cheeks.
I yank harder on the belt, knowing I’ve cut off her windpipe again. She can’t help but fight back; it’s human nature, but I hold her in place because this is my favorite part. She passes completely out. Her jaw finally loosens, and her throat relaxes, so I’m able to slide my cock further in and thrust a few times. I love a wet mouth, especially like this. I let up slightly on the belt, pull my hand back, and slap her across the face.
She comes to.
I undo the belt, since she was a good little pet, and she grabs at her throat, heaving for air.
Picking her up by her waist, I place her on the special chair where our dear Abby is strapped down and spread-eagled. There’s just enough room right in front of her pussy for Cora’s ass, but I slide out the little table underneath anyway to make sure she is comfortable.
She looks at me with a corrupt gleam in her eyes.
Cora lies back on top of Abby, her head resting just below Abby’s breasts. She reaches up and clasps onto Abby’s full breasts firmly.
Abby cries out, her voice breaking. Cora places her feet on top of Abby’s, which are in the leg boots, both of them wide open, inviting me in.
Cora takes one of her hands and finds her pussy, exposing herself before me.
“Fuck me first, and then we can play with her,” she moans.
