Training Classes Begin (Despickable/Wickedj)
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				Title: <strong>Training Classes Begin (Despickable/Wickedj)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 10:28:51</strong>
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				The new slave is about to arrive she is a feisty one, but willing to be trained for service. Max was ready to give her a thorough seeing to in all ways he knew. Tall slender attractive and one who believes she can serve a master well.<br><br>The mansion needed a new maid and a new sexual distraction for Max. <br>He is a muscular man with dark hair and with more than ample endowments. Very few woman have lasted in his care so many tired and worn out from so much demanding work. Not only domestic but his insatiable needs. <br><br>She entered the mansion and from the top of the stairs he looked down upon her. He could see right down her top and see all she had to offer.<br><br>"I do hope she shows a little reluctance I hate wimpy subs." He thought.<br><br>"Come here my dear up the stairs let us see you up here on the landing" He called down to the delectable damsel.
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				Post by: <strong>wickedJ</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 18:35:25</strong>
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				She slowly climbs the stairs.&nbsp; Trepidation in every breath.&nbsp; Her long legs were trembling as she drew closer to the man who was to be her new master. She had been told she would be a mad and personal servant of this man but she was unsure what that meant.<br><br>She gazed up at him as she reached the top of the stairs, her blood racing through her veins and her anxiety causing her ample breasts to heave.&nbsp; Looking into his dark eyes, she realized she had made a mistake.&nbsp; <br><br>She knew better than to look a master in the eye! oh no.&nbsp; She hadn't even been her five minutes and already she was in trouble.
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 18:46:54</strong>
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				She stood in front of him. He was not pleased.<br><br>"This is what they bring me. You are the supposed beauty that is here to service me. On your knees wench. How dare you look at me. I suppose the body is sufficient for my needs.Get on all fours and face the floor."<br>He commanded. He pulled out his riding crop and threaten her with it.<br><br>"You get on all fours and raise yourself on your haunches as high as you can and remain silent"
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				Post by: <strong>wickedJ</strong> on <strong>17-07-2009, 21:53:01</strong>
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				She started to stammer out an apology, but the look on his face told her to be quiet.&nbsp; She fell to her knees, putting her hands on the floor and lowering her head so her ass was the highest part of her.&nbsp; Her short dress rode up&nbsp; to the top of her thighs so that she was barely covered as she struggled to hold the pose and wondered what might come next.
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>18-07-2009, 03:52:42</strong>
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				He ran his hands all over her. He slapped her calves and her buttocks lightly, as if he was at the supermarket. He cupped her breasts and squeezed them like he was milking a cow.<br>“Make no noise girlie.” He continued to feel her all over. He ran his hands up and down her long legs. Down the calves across the thighs and hamstrings. He never went between her legs, but so very close.<br>Control you must always learn control. When the time is right you will know when you should release.”<br>He completed his inspection and moved around to face her. He didn’t kneel down but looked at her from above.<br><br>“This is your place. Learn your place. You will remain on all fours and you will remain silent. I am the master here.<br><br>“You remain on all fours but at your full height. Remain perfectly still.<br>You a nothing more than furniture do not speak and do not sag, or you will be disciplined”<br>He slapped her ass with the riding crop three times.<br>You do not look at the master in the eyes ever. You will remain in this position until I say so.<br>Learn stamina and endurance girlie you will need it.” He commanded. “This is a very expensive vase I shall place it on your back if it falls or breaks you will be in very deep trouble. I shall return in thirty minutes.<br><br>The vase was two feet tall and very heavy. She had strong legs and a large enough waist to hold it on, but could she remain still and not break it. The first test was underway<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Training Classes Begin (Despickable/Wickedj)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wickedJ</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 01:02:30</strong>
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				She straightened her back and accepted the vase, but she knew she was already in trouble.&nbsp; Her skin stung from where the Master had struck her already and she was certain she did not have enough stamina to stay this way for thirty minutes...&nbsp; <br>As the minutes ticked on, her arms and shoulders started to ache and then to shake.&nbsp; The vase was wobbling as the master walked back into the room.
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 14:48:29</strong>
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				The Master watched as she struggled to keep the vase upright. She has such strong legs and hips and it looked for moment that she might do okay. He laughed as he strolled back and watched it wobble precariously, and then strolled right by her.<br><br>"Come on now keep it steady slave don't let it fall you still have a few minutes left. Don't drop the vase or you're in real trouble."<br><br>He went and sat on the chair in the corner and watched to see what would happen<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>wickedJ</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 14:56:38</strong>
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				A few minutes left, he said.&nbsp; She tried to steady her breathing and steady her arms.&nbsp; Her legs were strong and holding out just fine, but her arms were about to collapse.&nbsp; <br><br>What would happen if she broke the vase?&nbsp; She had already made two mistakes, looking the new master in the eye and talking without permission.&nbsp; But she was certain the consequences of the broken vase would me much more severe.<br><br>Her arms gave out and she toppled forward, falling to the floor.
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 15:57:46</strong>
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				The vase fell to the floor it bounced and rolled harmless to the corner; it was made of a hard coated, heavy plastic and landed right to the master’s feet. The slave laid flat on her face her perfect ass pointing to the sky.<br>The master laughed seeing her in that position. He stood up and walked over to her and whacked her ass with the riding crop, then whacked the back of her thighs.<br>“Get up you useless cow. You didn’t last long. Foolish female, you will learn to be more resilient. Get back on to your haunches weakling that is far from satisfactory. When you are up at your full height I want five pushups. Begin wench do it now.”<br>He waved the riding crop menacingly near her and waited for her to do as instructed<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Training Classes Begin (Despickable/Wickedj)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wickedJ</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 16:28:09</strong>
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				She struggled to get into push-up position.&nbsp; Upper body strength had never been on e of her strong points.&nbsp; Strong, long legs, large firm breasts, long lush dark hair, all of these things she could boast, but the ability to do five push-ups?&nbsp; She had never done that many at once in her life and after holding herself up for however long it was before she collapsed, she didn't think she could squeeze even one out.&nbsp; The crop stung when he hit her with it, but at this point it might be better than the push-ups. <br><br>She eked out one and then collapsed again, thinking she would take her punishment rather than ever do another push-up!<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 16:45:53</strong>
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				“One, just one. Pathetic cow. Pathetic. Typical you think you can get by on looks that a pair of breasts will be enough to satisfy a man. Breasts are mere decoration, they can be faked, and real effort cannot be faked. I can’t believe how disappointing that is. If I had to perform a sexual service and I lasted only a few moments you would’ve felt unfulfilled, yet all I ask is for five pushups. Well we will stay here until I get five. Starting again at one I want five pushups. Each day I will increase the push ups by two. I need fit slaves, slaves that can last many hours doing things. I have clients that will need to be serviced. I expect maximum effort in all things.To go through the pain barrier Give me five push ups now you pathetic panty waste
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				Post by: <strong>wickedJ</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 17:07:45</strong>
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				She struggled back up and started again.&nbsp; Feeling like her lungs were going to explode and her would fall off she did get five push-ups out of her exhausted arms and shoulders.&nbsp; When she had finished, she collapsed again on the floor, face down, unable to move, unwilling to even think about what might come next.<br>She could feel him above her looking down at her pathetic self but she could not move.
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 17:27:53</strong>
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				“Amazing, see what happens with a little effort? You thought you would get out of that didn’t you? You thought I would whack you and you would not have to do them? Get up on to your knees and face me. Effort I knew you could do it with a little effort.<br>Tomorrow you will have to do seven of them. You are a mere puppy in training, so you shall be treated as one.<br>He pulled out a collar and leash and clipped it on her neck. <br>“Time to take you walkies. We will walk around the room three times, you on all fours and you will bark and pant and wag you ass. There will be no sagging and no stopping”<br><br>He stared by smacking her on the butt and commanded her to walk. They began doing three laps around the very large area of cold floorboards<br>
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				Post by: <strong>wickedJ</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 22:44:46</strong>
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				She lowered her head when he placed the collar on her.&nbsp; Her last master had never treated her is such a way.&nbsp; She had been his slave for over a year and thought that she had pleased him.&nbsp; Obviously not, he had sent her here to this new Master who said she a was a puppy!<br><br>Tears came to her eyes as she got up once again on her hands and knees, trying to keep her back straight and followed as he pulled her around the room.&nbsp; She would show him! She would be the best puppy ever.&nbsp; Best slave ever.&nbsp; She thought she was but now, she is being humiliated, treated first like a table and now a dog.<br><br>The floor was cold and hard on her knees; the cold was a relief to her hands, which had already been put through so much.&nbsp; Oh! he said to wag her ass too.&nbsp; she had forgotten that part.&nbsp; Perhaps she would never be a good slave.&nbsp; or at least&nbsp; not a good puppy...<br><br>between the exhaustion of her muscles and degradation of her mind, all thoughts were scrambled.&nbsp; She continued on behind her new master, trying and failing to remember everything.
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 01:28:00</strong>
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				The master had to pull her along. They hadn’t reached one lap and this creature was forgetting instructions. She wagged her ass. That looked nice and the master was pleased to see her butt shaking like that. He stopped and got be hind her and gave it a little pat.<br><br>“Much better little doggie, But I need you to walk in front so I can see your beautiful bottom wiggle. Also I don’t hear a happy dog barking and panting so come on little puppy lets go again. You have a bad memory for retaining instructions don’t you naughty doggie?” <br>He didn’t expect an answer to his rhetorical question and prodded her gently with his foot to get her to move on again. He knew she was almost at the end of her endurance for this and planned his next move as they walked around the large room.<br>“She’s not the brightest bulb in the chandelier this one” he thought<br>
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				Post by: <strong>wickedJ</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 03:41:11</strong>
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				She knew better than to speak at this point.&nbsp; But panting was easy.&nbsp; She was exhausted.&nbsp; She stuck out her tongue and panted as well as any dog on a summer day.&nbsp; The barking was harder.&nbsp; How shameful.&nbsp; She could wiggle, she was panting but damn it, to bark was just too much.&nbsp; She picked up the pace, even though to do so was pushing her to her limits of stamina.&nbsp; As they made the second loop around the room, she was panting and wiggling her ass and finally accepting where&nbsp; for the she was, she barked.<br>"yip!"&nbsp; and again "yip! Yip! Yip!"<br><br>Is there any chance this will get her out of the third loop around the room.&nbsp; Her hands and knees were nearly bleeding from the hard cold floor.
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 04:07:25</strong>
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				Enough of this foolishness.” The master roared. I think that is proof enough you are prepared to do what the master requires even if reluctantly and you take a little instructions. You will shower for five minutes and then place on the articles of clothing I will provide and be prepared for the next training lesson. As you can see I want to be sure you are prepared to handle all sorts of requests from masters.”<br><br>Another slave showed her to the showers, and another slave prepared the outfit she would be wearing. A silver piece of material cut like a loincloth and a very skimpy silver piece of similar cloth that would just make a covering for her ample breasts.<br><br>“Make sure she only gets five minutes under the shower servants we have time schedules here.” Ordered the master<br>“Yes sire.’ The slave replied<br>
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				Post by: <strong>wickedJ</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 05:23:16</strong>
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				the hot shower was a balm to her weary muscles.&nbsp; She quickly shampooed and washed and then stood for as long as she could under the pulsing stream.&nbsp; All too soon one of the others shut off the water telling her her time was up.&nbsp; <br><br>Now, she must get dressed in the costume required.&nbsp; she let the silver material slide over her hips, barely covering her pubic bone and cunt.&nbsp; She quickly shimmied into the top, just big enough to cover her breasts, though after the quick shower and rubdown, her nipples stood out prominently.<br><br>She looked for shoes but there were none to be had, so she stood and wait for one of the other slaves to direct her or give her instructions.
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 05:47:48</strong>
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				She was returned and looked sensational in the skimpy material of silver. Her long legs we revealed all the way to the top of her curvy hips/. They were strong and muscular and looked tanned. The top hardly held in her ample wares, and he nipples pushed out the material to it maximum stretch. He skin was shining from the wash and her hair still wet looked soft and but tangled.<br><br>“Most impressive, the master is pleased. This outfit was recommended for you and it is near perfect. Accessible to all areas indeed we have tested your stamina, a bit disappointing, but I have been assured that your skills and ability and overall endurance are you best assets. This I shall test now. This outfit leaves little to the imagination and no protection, so failure here will be painful. Lets get you started. He said.<br><br>He clapped his hands and two slaves entered one carrying a felt pillow the other a jug of water. They put them down and left.<br><br>“Now lets begin. Remove my member from my pants and show me how you can pleasure it with your mouth. Show me your skills and talents and make me and your trainer that recommended you, proud<br>
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				Post by: <strong>wickedJ</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 16:39:33</strong>
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				Vowing not to make any mistakes this time, she kneeled before him with her hands behind her back and worked his zipper down with her teeth (this she knew how to do!)&nbsp; Though her push-up stamina was lacking, she could suck cock for hours and get very wet doing it.<br><br>She got his zipper down and with her tongue teased out the Master's cock. Her well trained tongue wrapped around his shaft and gently moved it out the opening in his pants. Once released his member leaped forward and instantly met her lips.&nbsp; Oh yes, this she could do, with pleasure! She sighed gently as she wrapped her lips around the bulging head of his cock, swirling around and around with her tongue.&nbsp; <br><br>After she had fully explored his cockhead with her lips and tongue, tracing the contours and dipping into the pisshole at the top of his cock, she started sucking, pulling his member deeper and deeper into her throat.&nbsp; All the while her tongue continued to swirl and occasionally she would gently sigh or moan.&nbsp; She knew the vibrations from her mouth added to his pleasure.
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>21-07-2009, 17:08:26</strong>
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				The master was impressed from the moment she began. Her technique almost faultless as she teased his cock from it’s resting place and began her tongue and groove work. The outfit helped with the arousal levels and got his pulse quickening her long flowing locks of hair swimming across her bouncing breasts like a wagging tail of a dog.<br>He skills were getting a job done. And from what he heard she had stamina for this performance. The trainer said he had never found another like her. The master was known for his ability to hold back his orgasms this was going to be a pleasant challenge. As she began sucking in earnest, he arched his back to allow his cock more room to go deeper inside her mouth. Her tongue danced over his shaft liker a fan dancer in a windstorm.<br>He groaned in unison with her and rocked back and forth to her rhythm. As if on cue background music entered the room as they moved. The track playing Lovely Head by Goldfrapp almost just too freaky to plan brought the mood to the act and enhanced it.<br><br>“My slave how wondrous. Give me more, go deeper I can take so much more. Pleasure me beyond my endurance. How much harder and deeper can you go my sweet slave.” He sighed the oral dance continued on. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Training Classes Begin (Despickable/Wickedj)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wickedJ</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 04:43:51</strong>
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				She sucked him in, his cock head hitting the back of throat, but she had been trained well and adjusted so she could take even more of him into her mouth.&nbsp; Moving back and forth, up and down his shaft, she started a rhythm that began to build.&nbsp; Sucking and moving from the tip of his shaft to his pelvic bone, back and forth she sucked and stroked.&nbsp; this, she could. This is what she was made for.&nbsp; <br><br>She wished she could use her hands to stroke her own cunt, and twist her nipples. but again, she knew better.&nbsp; She wanted to oh so badly but knew that touching herself was out of the question so she continued.&nbsp; Sucking up and down, taking his long shaft all the way in and out, back and forth, increasing the speed, slowly, but increasing every time nonetheless.Faster and faster she went, still moaning and dripping her cunt juices starting to flow down her legs.&nbsp; There was nothing she liked better than to suck a master's cock.
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 06:02:06</strong>
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				The master was enjoying the wench's work, her masterful skills enthralled him.<br>He had trained himself for endurance and to control his orgasms. Yet this one had such talents that even he knew he could not hold out forever. She was building up speed, and she seemed delighted to be performing her task.<br><br>He nipples were at the ultimate arousal levels and she must be bursting to have them touched. He reached out and touched the silver garment that housed them. It almost fell away without assistance. The silver top dropped to the floor. He mountainous mounds stood before him. He nestled one in his hand and started to gently roll his finger and thumb over the hardened pearl of her nipple and massage the fleshy bosom.
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				Post by: <strong>wickedJ</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 18:29:01</strong>
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				Though Master's cock was still deep in her throat the moan she let loose when he touched her nipple was loud.&nbsp; She thought she had been giving it her all but the little bit of encouragement he gave flicking her nipple and cupping her breasts drove her to even better performance.&nbsp; Stamina, she had.&nbsp; Fast still she sucked and licked, her tongue flicking and circling his cock head on every stroke out, her throat opening and massaging his shaft on every stroke in.&nbsp; <br><br>Ah, she would show him she was the best cock sucking slave ever.&nbsp; She moan again as his work on her nipple continued and the vibrations of her moan added extra sensations for his cock.
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>23-07-2009, 18:57:04</strong>
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				He could feel her excitement and the loud moan was a give away that her pleasure levels were red hot. He slide one hand onto her ass and lightly spanked it. He then lent down and started to lick on her nipple and stroked her ass some more<br>"You seem to have stamina for this well lets see how well you can prevent yourself from climaxing. Let me just move to the bed over here and lie down and you can continue."<br>&nbsp;He guided her to the large brass bed and laid down and let her climb on top.<br>OK continue harder deeper show me all you have now pleasure me and do not come I demand you do not cum<br>Suck deeper and keep it going. <br><br>"
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				Post by: <strong>wickedJ</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 04:00:28</strong>
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				She laid on top of him and took his cock between her lips again.&nbsp; She concentrated on him, sucking hard and deep but she could feel him touching her, stimulating her to see if she really could follow his instruction not to cum.&nbsp; She concentrated on his pleasure, sucking and and licking, with the occasional moan. She could feel his orgasm coming, his balls starting to contract and hear him panting even as he worked on her clit, bringing her to the edge and then, suddenly,pushing her over.&nbsp; Her body spasmed and shook and though her mouth never left his cock, she knew she had lost the contest.&nbsp; She had cum and she wondered what would be next to come.
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 04:08:26</strong>
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				He felt her weakening, but impressed that her mouth was still keeping a steady pace. He then knew she had cum, her body had given way. She had cum before he entered her. She had cum before him, she had surrendered. The right way to submit but she had been told to hold her orgasm, that she had failed.<br><br>"Finish me wench suck me till I release Give me your all. Do not stop til I am done."<br>He groaned when she began again. If she was as good as it was reported she was, then it was soon be achieved. For him it was about how much longer her could hold out
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				Title: <strong>Re: Training Classes Begin (Despickable/Wickedj)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wickedJ</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 04:17:28</strong>
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				She did give it her all, sucking until she had no breathe left, swirling her tongue round and round and boobing her headup and back, her throat open and taking the full length of him in.&nbsp; <br><br>She knew she was in trouble for coming too soon, so she tried to make this the best blow-job she had ever given.&nbsp; Susking even harder, she wished he would cum so she could take a full breathe.
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				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>13-08-2009, 04:21:10</strong>
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				"Your skills are excellent You are fine at this and you have brought me to release."<br>He groaned and arched his back and released his load across the face of his slave.<br><br>You came before me and that you failed to hold on iwill await a punishment for you. After you have showered you will put on these clothes and report back here to me."<br><br>To slaves came in and escorted her to the shower room one waited inside the other outside and would escort her back once she was done 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Training Classes Begin (Despickable/Wickedj)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>wickedJ</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 05:57:09</strong>
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				She showered with the help of the house slaves and changed into the pro-offered clothes.&nbsp; The second slave then lead her back to hte master where she assumed the proper slave position; hand linked behind her head, head bowed, knees spread as she kneeled in front of the master, awaiting her punishment for cumming without permission.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Training Classes Begin (Despickable/Wickedj)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>despickable</strong> on <strong>18-08-2009, 09:55:47</strong>
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				So slave you&nbsp; believe that you have the ability to please a master. So far i he had seen little evidence of it. You were told to deny your orgasm and then defied me by cumming before me. How dare you. You tell me you love oral and yet you tie of it so easy. There will plenty more times to redeem yourself there whore.<br>Several levels of punishment are now for you. Get here and bend over my knees you pathetic panty waste."<br><br>He sits on a throne and she bends across his lap. Her ass is released from its covering and her bare long legs are exposed as well A slave hands him three items. A bamboo cane, a paddle&nbsp; covered in hard bubbled rubber, and a oak switch stick about sixteen inches wide.<br><br>"A slave must accept her punishment, accept the pain and to let the master hear her aching cries. You will get five with each you will learn to obey all instructions and when you are told to. Prepare her comes the first five.<br><br>He chose the paddle first and began&nbsp; to spank the lovely ass of his new required slave
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