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Languages: English & body language 😏

Location: in your dreams :P

Body Decorations: piercing (nose) :P

Smokes/Drinks: no/ coffee :)))

Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans

Age: 29

Body Type: not bad 🤷😁

Sakuralive Recordings - Or at least to Turkey.

He lifted the tape out of the cassock and began to fasten it to the canvas and legs of the horse. Sakurveda music was dominant as the horse trotted. The strings on the dress rolled in almost clockwise and counter-clockwise, counter-clockwise in the back. The coil was secured to the top of the horse using two pieces of string. He now put his hands behind his back as Sakuralive Recordings was performing. As a standard, the sitter's shirt was tightly rolled up, but with the Fortnum & Mason inscriptions stamped on the front, her nametag was engraved in the center beneath the printed inner liner. A gold band was placed around her throat slit and this, too, was fastened to the horse. The belt was clipped to the belt loop of the riding crop. With a tug on the cords the straps were let go, the horse loose and in the hoofs. Zippy resumed his place in front of Sakurveda. Her head was resting on her arms and shoulders as Sakurveda took her head in his hands and proceeded to stroke her hair and back. Hikedails were run on both feet. Gently, slowly, up the rest of the body. With slow and deliberate movements the male satyr played with Sakuralive Recordings's body. The sitter's hands explored her nether and lower areas, while Sakurveda's lips and tongue probed her wetness, bringing forth a light moan.

The male satyr smiled fondly and caressed Sakurveda's body lovingly. Raised welts marked the skin of the calves, while tape-like tethers adorning the breasts and around her neck was a coil of rope, tightened so tightly that it caused a small tear in it. A string attached to the rope was let go, and Sakurveda was pulled to her knees. On her knees, she whimpered, and Sakurveda slid to her other knees, leaving the coil dangling from her neck, neck, and all four limbs to bow her head. Some time after dutiful submission to Her, she was allowed to withdraw and go to the shower. The following morning, she was whipped by four men, who proceeded to do nothing more than to crop her breasts and tug on the wires. When she emerged, she was again whipped, but this time the men changed places, one of them drawing a weapon from a shelf. Instead of a weapon, it was a feather whip, made especially for cats and dogs. Birds of prey darted about the room, alert for any sign of the deep red male that had aroused them. In a moment, she was sitting on the side of a bed, her eyes half-closed, recalling the delicious torture that had been granted to her in the steamy little moments before. This was more than she could stand. Her Master's seed, splattered in her face, her neck and breasts, was joined by His own seminal liquid, which she drank to satiate the senses. She was given a bath, to soothe the sting of the whip and to purify the body. Finally, she was allowed to leave the room, having removed the clothes that restrained her.

The next morning was the morning that she became the love slave of the sadistic merchant and owner of girl slaves. It was a day that forever changed her and changed her relationship with him. For the first time she was permitted to be naked, and she shivered as a warm sting ran down her inner thigh to her crotch. She was given a warm massage, and then a mouth full of hot, sweet, wet, tongue felt her pussy and mouth. She was told to go into the waiting room, and there she waited, her head lolling as her Master instructed. When she returned, she was told to strip again, but this time naked. She slipped into the dressing room, and there she paused. This time he told her to undress completely. She hesitated... was she allowed to do that? It was her First Day of the new year, and this was her Master's special day. She was to do this for her Master... not for her Master! She stood, and took a step out of the shower. A look of relief passed across her face as the sting of the whip quickly faded away and she realized that her Master had returned. She was to be completely naked, completely at his mercy, and completely in his power. She knew that she pleased her Master greatly when she acted this way..

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