Breaking Miss Watson {darkest_fate&Master_Germish}

Another question of her position? Emma nodded, figuring that she'd said it enough, that everything should be quite evident by now. However, her eyes soon widened in shock as she watched him move toward the bag he'd had her bring along. Soon, the vibrator was out: a slender pink shaft with a few nubs upon it, what the storekeeper had said was the best one for pleasuring newcomers.

It soon went between her legs, making her stiffen. Almost immediately, juices flowed from the girl's sex, adding lubrication tot he toy. Emma shuddered and felt her head move against its own volition, her hips rolling toward the toy, seeking her out. The head of it pressed against her sex, just rolling along the entrance of her sex, never entering her. It felt delicious, fanning the lust within. Emma groaned, bit her lip, and felt her hips seeking it out all the more frantically. A hand went to her breast, squeezing the tight flesh. She saw her nipple slide against the fabric, a ring of its pink just showing at the edge of the skintight black fabric. A finger found it, squeezing it and making her gasp.

Without thinking about it, Emma raised her head. Her arms linked behind her, extending back slightly. This made her chest stand out all the more, bowing her body slightly. The hands continued to tease, the toy especially maddening. "Master," gasped Emma, again not sure where the words were coming from, "Master it feels so good. Aah," she trembled, "please, master, tease me. Let me feel the toy you, mmm, had me buy for you to play with. I'm, ah, ah, your toy, master. Play with me. Plaaay," her hips arched and she trembled, again biting her lip as her hips jerked, a tremor of desire shaking her entire body.
 
Kale smiled as Emma moved of her own accord and was deliciously attracted to the toy and it's vibrations. He listened to her as she begged to be played with and when she called him master he knew she was his forever. She had affirmed her position beneath him and he decided that she would not get his cock in her pussy tonight, but she would get to taste her master. He continued to slide the vibrator carefully along her slit for a few more seconds before he saw it glisten in the lights of the club and was clearly coated in her pussy juice. He smiled and said. "That's a good girl Emma. You will use this every night to get yourself sopping wet. Though you will not insert it into you ever. Only your master can play with your innards, they are off limits to you." He said simply as he slid the toy into her pussy now as she was straddling his lap and a toy in her cunt now as he did not pump the toy into her pussy, but instead held the whole toy in her pussy, letting it vibrate her innards as his hand continued to pinch and roll her nipple in his hand as he moved his head to her lips and locked his lips to hers as his tongue slid into her mouth and moved about, licking the inside of her mouth and wrestling with her tongue as he vibrated her cunt and toyed with her nipples. Most of the off duty waiters and waitresses stood off to the distance watching the spectacle of two people completely engrossed in the game and loving every second of it. Kale hoped Emma saw the audience she had and he hoped it made her feel more like his than before.
 
The vibrator continued to slide along Emma's almost aching sex. She could feel its gentle hum against her area, and knew that her body was reacting quite well to it. Through the arousal, she could just make out words, commands, orders. Use the vibrator every... every night. Just thinking about that nearly made Emma moan. She barely masturbated as it was, let alone doing it every night, with this toy. Just feeling that thrumming thing against her shaven slit was almost enough to make the girl cry out for joy.

As Emma was about to nod anyway, she felt the toy slide inside her. The girl cried out, her body again arching, that beautiful mane of hair hitting her back. Emma's nether lips had parted before it, easily accepting the toy within. Yet the moment the vibration touched those inner areas, a whole new series of aroused feelings burst within Emma. She jerked her hips toward him, feeling his hand pressing at the entrance. He'd shoved the entire thing inside Emma, every inch of it humming against her body.

Emma's lips parted to cry out, only to find themselves seized by Kale's. A tongue again demanded her attention, taking her own for its slave. Emma's body quaked, that familiar pressure building very quickly within, threatening to burst out of the starlet at any moment. Emma was dimly aware that there were eyes upon her; years of acting giving her the sense of just knowing. But she didn't care. That thrumming toy inside her hit areas that had been untouched, and she'd certainly never felt something like this. The girl was already beginning to stiffen, another orgasm very quickly growing to a peak within her.
 
Kale smiled as Emma moved and her pussy dropped to his hands as he slid the toy in. It was more than obvious that she wanted him to be there and he was pleased how her body reacted and all that he needed now was to condition her mind. She was submissive and she was his submissive. All that was left before she could be called slave was the etiquette behind being a submissive to such a powerful dominate. He held the toy in her and he saw her nod as he knew she would play with the toy every night and he wondered if she would truly obey or if she was just lost in that haze. He felt her body stiffen up and he knew an orgasm was close, so what he did was he moved the toy in her, ever so slightly. A movement of a few centimeters as he rocked only the head back and forth while buried deep in her dripping wet folds and he said. "Emma, a good submissive knows not to cum unless given permission." He spoke against her lips as he broke the kiss and he felt she was still growing and he leaned in and kissed her lips and said once more. "A good submissive begs to cum when she has to. If she cums while begging her punishment will be much less than if she cums without permission and didn't beg." He explained as the waitress finally brought the champagne over to them and set it down. She stopped and marveled at the site and Kale said. "This girl is being quite good isn't she? She deserves a taste of her dominant tonight, doesn't she?" He teased as the waitress simply said. "Of course she does, she is taking your torments in full stride." The waitress then waited to be dismissed, but Kale did not and he knew that it was an invitation to watch so the waitress stood there with her hands behind her back, watching how Kale worked his submissive and controlled her.
 
Emma's breath was coming fast now, her pulse racing. It would be hard not to cum, pretty well impossible, actually. As if to make that all the more apparent, he moved. The toy wiggled within her, just shifting inside her tight shaft. The girl tensed, groaning against her bitten lip, trying desperately to seek that release and at the same time stop herself from tumbling over it. Lips broke, and she heard more words.

"Please!" Emma gasped immediately after Kale finished. "Please, I--I need to cum! Please, master, please let me ah, ah," the girl trembled, her entire body shaking. Emma bit her lip, her eyes shifting to look at the waitress. Lust lit those browns, and then she turned to look at her master, shifting her hips again.

"Master, I'm, uh, uh, aah, I'm, mmmm," the last came as she bit her lips, hard. Emma jerked, her hips spasmodically convulsing toward the man who held that toy in place. A sex leaked more juices, bits of liquid sliding out from her tight, plugged hole. Interior muscles vibrated along a humming shaft, squeezing and rippling about in orgasmic throes. The girl's hips jerked once, twice, while her body stiffened. Another low throaty moan tore from her, barely held back by lips that were pinched closed, till at last, the girl was panting, aglow in the aftershocks, her thighs covered in her own juices while sweat dotted her skin, adding a glow to her in the lights.

Still, she felt the thing thrum inside her, still teasing her sore, aching body, drawing forth more feelings of pleasure so that it swam inside her.
 
Kale watched as Emma squirmed and moved and begged. He however held out and did not give her permission to cum and he felt her cum anyways as she came hard and juice seeped out of her cunt. Though as punishment he would force orgasm after orgasm out of her until it hurt to cum. That should remind her that when he tells her to beg she begs and waits. Kale leaned into his submissive as he began to move the toy slowly in and out of her sore cunt and he said. "You came without permission, if this were not a date you would be getting the riding crop to your ass, but since we are out and on a date, you get to orgasm as much as I get out of you. And trust me, Emma, it will hurt." He said as he continued to slowly fuck her with the vibrator now and he dismissed the waitress as she had giggled at the amateur submissives inability to withhold her orgasm and the waitress knew that she too would have struggled, but she could obey. Kale looked at her and said. "Emma, turn around and face the table, do not let the toy leave you." He then watched as she re positioned herself so her back was facing him and she was looking at the table. Kale's hands still tormented her, one fucking her with the vibrator and the other playing with her rock hard nipple and he said. "Emma, pour your master a glass of champagne and hold it for him, since his hands are busy." He commanded simply in her ear as he bit her ear lobe and then kissed it.
 
The toy began to move, and as it did, Emma hissed a breath through her teeth, shuddering. Her hands went to Kale, using him to brace. Words slithered into her mind, painting a picture of what would happen. Emma tried to look over her shoulder at Kale, swallowing hard. He sounded... fierce, almost as if he were barely suppressing violent urges. The promise seemed odd to her though; it promised something good: orgasms and the delight that came with them, but he added the part about how it would hurt.

Emma gasped again as she felt the vibrator moving. Kale was shifting it much more now, sliding it in and out of her wet sex, making soft, squelching noises with each motion. Emma bit back another moan, her body shuddering, her fingers digging into Kale to try and find some level of support. She was dimly aware that her audience left, and for some reason, felt great humiliation in that. Surely he couldn't have expected her to have held? Not after all this teasing?

Another order came, and Emma looked to him, her eyes blinking. Dimly, it occurred to her how insane this was: being there, dressed as she was, following his commands. Yet he kept making her feel good. Even now, that strange command seemed to promise good feelings. Emma found herself nodding, then lifting up, attempting to shift. Her feet slid after a few attempts, effectively impaling herself upon the vibrating shaft. As the thing sank deep within her, Emma let out another throaty moan, practically making her lips bleed as she bit them hard. Hands still moved about her, and she felt one seizing her nipple against the latex.

"What?" asked Emma, not quite hearing. She looked over her shoulder, shuddered, realized what he asked. Shaking hands went to the champagne. They trembled as they poured, slopping liquid over her fingers. Emma moaned, her hips shifting. Already she was beginning to feel arousal again; in fact, it almost was if it had never faded. Shuddering once more, she finished pouring and held the glass up, her hand still trembling with barely suppressed ecstasy.
 
Kale saw that she was coming to reality once more and he wondered how she would behave. Would she be a submissive or would she fake her false confidence of her self as she did in the real world. He noticed however that when she moved to the better position her foot slipped and she impaled herself on the toy and Kale only smirked as she moved and was in the new position as he fucked her cunt with the toy and he could not help but smile and kiss her. When she poured the glass he noticed how shaken she was and he knew what was going on with her. She was overwhelmed by ecstacy and he could not help but groan at the feeling of her in his lap and how aroused she was and he said nothing but made her move her hand over her shoulder and he drank from the glass and then gave her ear a soft kiss as he said. "Good girl, put the glass down and lick your fingers clean." He commanded and he continued to slowly move the toy in and out of her wet folds. He wondered how many orgasms it would take before Emma understood it could hurt. His eyes moved and he continued for a long time. He never ceased and in fact every time her pussy tightened he increased the speed of the vibrator until he was moving it so fast his hand and the toy was only a blur. He smirked and remembered he requested one more toy and he smacked her breasts and reached over into her bag as he pulled out the butt plug he requested and smiled as he slipped into her mouth and used her saliva to lube the toy before slipping it out of her mouth and moving the dress a bit higher before sliding the toy into her ass and he smirked as he felt it squeeze and then pop into her. He immediately felt the tension in her pussy tighten and he pulled the dress back down as he said nothing and continued to play with her. Wanting her pussy to hurt from the need to cum.
 
Somehow, Emma managed to get her shaking hand back, pressing the glass to the lips of her dominant. Her body trembled and shook, arousal washing over her in waves, nerves set afire from the sensations. Another kiss landed upon her cheek, and Emma shuddered, her head rolling back much against her will. A command soon followed, and before Emma even began to process it, she found her head moving forward. The glass lowered, and the wet hands came up. Delicate fingers slid between lips as Emma sucked off the spilled drink, pausing only to moan as another feeling of arousal washed over her body.

Then, the toy within her picked up place. Emma cried out, a sharp, sudden cry that was not muffled in the slightest. Her body moved, arched, and she felt the toy slide deep within her, pummeling furiously into her blazing sex. Emma felt that tension within her snap, and again she found herself trembling, her body stiffening. Toes curled within shoes, and she reached back, nearly clawing at Kale as she gripped him for support.

As Emma came, not thinking about it, not able to speak, her body arched, her hips rising off Kale's lap. her mouth had fallen open, quite easy for him to slide the toy between her lips for a moment, swirling it to lube. Then, the thick thing pressed against Emma's ass. As Emma shuddered, coming down from her climax, she felt something pop into her anal hole. The girl cried out, nearly screaming at the feeling of both holes filled. Her eyes were wide, her breath coming faster than ever. She bit her lip and fell against her dominant, her body much against her wishes and far beyond her control.
 
Kale smiled as Emma came so beautifully for him and he kissed her neck and said. "That's my girl. You came beautifully that time, but you still have many more." He said as he knew she would understand the pain. Her body was completely out of her control. It was now his and he could do as he pleased with her. He lifted her dress up around her waist, exposing her lower sex to all who wanted to look and he said. "Emma, let's go dance, give your cunt a break." He teased as he kept her dress hiked around her waist as he pushed the vibrator into her pussy and he placed another sensuous kiss on her ear and said. "That toy does not leave your body." He then stood her up and dropped his hand from her breast as he said. "Emma, get my drink." He commanded as he let her grab his drink before he leader her by her sex this time. His hand cupping her cunt and holding the toy in for her. He moved back to the club with Emma now in front of him, holding her dominant's glass of champagne and her dominant holding her new toy in her. He looked at her and said. "Dance for me, Emma. Show me that you are a horny little submissive and you want your master to be happy." He commanded as he motioned for her to give him a sip of his champagne and as she began he took a small sip before removing his hand and placing it on her ass as he squeezed her ass and waited to see how she danced with both holes filled and one hand having to not spill champagne. He also smiled as much less people were dancing and many more people could see her. He also saw one hand go to lower her dress and he stopped it and placed it on her chest and said. "You do not adjust your dress. If your dominant moved it, then he wanted it the way it is." He told her and then stood there swaying to the beat as he waited for her to begin her enticing dance of pure sexuality.
 
Emma Watson was gone. Panting, her glazed eyes looked to Kale, not quite believing that the night was still going. Pleasure hummed in her veins, giving her a high unlike anything she'd felt before. Commands punctured it, sinking into that well trained brain and forcing it to move without the owner's knowledge. She felt the tight latex rise, baring nearly all of her lower half. You could just see the pink rim of the vibrator sticking out of Emma's tight sex. The girl was lucky that she was thin, her sex underutilized, otherwise that thing might slight right out, especially how wet she was.

A hand went to grab a glass of champagne, the tremors again making a little bit of it splash over onto her skin. Before Emma could really grab it properly, she was dragged to the dance floor, pulled nearly by her sex. The breathless actress's eyes went wide, panic starting to take over her body. She was half-naked, her lower half plugged entirely by plastic, being led onto a dance floor by an impressive man. It was like something out a wet dream.

Somehow, Emma found words: "You want me to... dance?" she repeated. She was half naked, struggling to keep a vibrator and a butt plug in her tight body, holding a glass of champagne and blushing more darkly than she know how. Oh, the girl was certainly dancing, but it hardly counted as the movement that most people would recognize as going to the music. A hand drifted low, only to be intercepted and brought up to her barely covered chest.

"Yes, sir," she mumbled. Taking a deep breath, Emma tried to dance. It mostly consisted of moving her hips side to side. Her stomach muscles were clenched tight, as she struggled to keep everything within her, only just able to move about. One hand gripped the champagne, the other tried to hold Kale, to help move, but mostly, she struggled to do anything at all. That deep blush and lowered eyes showed that Emma was nearly humiliated, and they flicked toward the door. She couldn't... couldn't possibly do this... it... just was so wrong...
 
Kale smiled as she spilled again and she kept her toys in and moved and he knew that she was struggling. He saw her eyes flicker off of him for the first time that night and he knew he was pushing hard. So instead he decided to bring about the real reward of the night. His shaft. He looked into hers as he took the champagne glass out of her hand and finished before he set it down on a nearby waiter's tray and then he lowered her dress about half way, revealing about half of her ass and he smiled and he took one hand and spun her so she was looking into his eyes and her face was indeed facing his and what he did was rare. He moved her hand, with a strong, but light grip to his chest and then he moved it down and finally he moved her hand to his crotch. Letting her, for the first time feel the outline of his shaft, feel the size and feel how hard she had gotten her dominant. He knew this to be significant in that it was something real to her dominant's words. She was a good submissive and had aroused her dominant. He moved his hand down her body and then down between her legs as he rubbed her pussy and helped her hold the toys in as he stepped closer. The two initiated into a strange form of dancing. Kale moved his submissive with twitches of the hand on her cunt and the hand that trailed up into her hair and gripped her hair tightly. Exposing her neck as he made her lift her chin up. He moved her close to him and let her feel the outline of his cock as he felt her wetness and he leaned in close as he kissed her and said. "You are being such a good submissive. I have a gift to give you. That is if you want it." He said simply as he kissed her neck under her chin.
 
A vibrator hummed in Emma Watson's sex, sending wave upon wave of plesaurable sensations shooting through her nerves. It pressed even tighter, as a plug filled her previously untouched, and quite tight, anal cavity. Never before had the actress felt so full as she did then, and she was in such a condition while wearing a dress that would have made most sputter, and now she danced. Emma felt hands upon her, and she almost collapsed, her situation simply overwhelming the poor girl, who had been innocent only a week or so ago.

A spin, and Emma gasped. The vibrator slid from her, and her surprise had even pushed at her plug slightly. However, she feared that the humming toy would slide completely out of her body. Yet that fear soon vanished, evaporating as Emma's fingers touched something thick, hard, and warm. Again, Emma's eyes widened, and this time, they dropped slightly. He felt inhuman, his girth and length unlike anything Emma had even see, let alone touched or thought about herself. Her humming body thought of that cock sawing into her, and she trembled again.

The vibrator slipped a little further, yet Kale's hand had gone up, pressing against it, shoving it into Emma. The actress moaned and arched, trembling again, feeling the ripples in her sex. AS Kale had wanted, they began to move, a sensual dance that looked very much like foreplay. A hand wound into Emma's hair, and she bared her throat, breathing hard, that flush coloring her glistening skin quite perfectly. They pressed against one another, and Emma felt Kale's hot breath as he spoke.

Emma nodded, words failing her yet again. Whatever the gift was, she knew it had to be sexual, and at this point, she wanted nothing so much as to feel pleasure, release from this cycle of torment. Wait, was he saying his cock was the reward? Emma trembled at the thought, swallowing, forcing herself to be calm.
 
Kale saw how her body rolled and shivered under him and he wondered if she would ever be a submissive to him when he wasn't tormenting her body completely. Kale continued the dance as he moved about and placed kisses along her neck as he held his hand in her hair firmly. He could only smirk as he saw her try and calm herself as she made the connection that her reward would be his cock and he smiled and leaned into her as he kissed her and rubbed her wet sex a bit more as the vibrator now shifted in her and kale stopped his dancing, letting her body sway as he quickly grabbed the end of the toy and fucked Emma's pussy with it quickly and roughly. He did not stop until he felt another gushing of her sweet juice onto the floor and he said. "Emma, you will not cum without my permission ever. When you play with yourself every night, you will not orgasm, only get to the brink before stopping and waiting to calm down." He commanded as he pushed the toy in and then he kissed her lips and moved her, again by her sex, as he dragged her back to their booth and this time instead of sitting down first he removed the vibrator, but not the plug and set it next to Emma's purse and then he used his hands and pushed her down to her knees and then he sat down. He quickly grabbed her hair and moved her under the table as he undid his pants and let his shaft out and his semi-hard cock rested inches from her lips and he said. "Emma, suck your master. Take your reward in stride." He said simply as he poured himself a glass of champagne and took a sip.
 
Emma's head rolled, baring more and more of her throat to Kale's lips as he kissed her. She felt hands threading through her hair, forcing her neck back, baring her further. Kale had complete control of her body, as if he didn't already know this. As she trembled, barely suppressing feelings of lust and arousal, she felt him lean forward. Their lips meant again, Emma's trembling as they pressed against Kale's hard, commanding lips. For a moment, Emma thought that perhaps this would be her reward: another kiss on her mostly ignored lips. Yet his hand returned between her legs, quickly banishing such thoughts. Instead, he rubbed at her, making her hips move toward him, gyrating in circles, the arousal once again building.

Suddenly, the rubbing shifted. Emma gasped, eyes going wide, as Kale began earnestly fucking her with the toy. The sudden switch had almost immediate results. Emma clung to Kale, her knuckles nearly whitening as she gripped tightly to her lover. Her legs felt unsteady, shaking and almost threatening to drop her. If Kale hadn't gripped the toy tightly, it would have likely left Emma's body then. The plug was safe; Emma ass tightened marvelously as the tension rose within.

The thrusting, thrumming toy did its work in record time. Emma again cried out, her hands tightening even further on Kale's body, nails beginning to dig in. Her sex trembled, shook, and more juices slid from her body, likely puddling upon the floor. Panting, Emma leaned toward Kale, again not believing that she'd ever found herself in such a position. Another order came while she gripped, the insistence not to cum, and she only nodded. Emma knew it fully likely that she would do precisely what Kale said. She'd walk out of there thinking otherwise, but it was all too likely that she would; this pleasure was simply too great, and Emma was nearly addicted to it.

Kale directed her body toward their booth. Emma gasped as Kale pulled the toy from her, shuddering as she felt her nether lips shake, seeming to breathe now that half the plug had left her lower half. Her eyes drifted toward the shiny toy as Kale set it upon the table. The garish pink had been well lubed by Emma's juices, and it sat there, glistening in the light of the club. Emma didn't have time to ponder too long, for Kale was pushing her to her knees. The starlet gasped, but soon found her knees upon the cold floor. A cock bobbed before her, and her eyes once again widened, this time staring at the monster just within side.

Suck it? Emma glanced to Kale, tentatively reaching her hand around it. Her fingers struggled to wrap fully about the cock, and she couldn't even begin to imagine placing it in her mouth. She swallowed, moving forward to tentatively kiss it, feeling the hard flesh beneath her delicate pink lips. Her hand began shifting, pumping it as though she expected it to bite her at any time.
 
Kale smiled as she was clearly entranced by the toy and he looked over her body as she knelt without a fight and then when he told her to taste his shaft he saw the hesitation in her eyes and saw that she pumped his shaft slowly. He could not believe her as she only placed a ginger kiss to his cock and he looked over her and he said. "Emma, what's the matter? Why are you so hesitant? Your dominant has given you multiple orgasms tonight and withheld his desires all night. Now he requests that you behave and return the favor to him by sucking on his shaft. You hesitated? What, do you want to be my submissive? Do you want to be on your knees? A good submissive should love to please her master." He said simply as he looked down at her and he took another sip of champagne as he set the glass down and reached under the table. He slowly stroked her hair, hoping to calm her down as he used another hand and grabbed the pink vibrator and set it down on the seat. Letting her see her juice covered in it and he knew that she should feel guilty and she should begin to please him. After all, she had repeated to him many times that she was his submissive. That was not a one way street. She got pleasure if she gave pleasure. A slutty and wanton submissive is a pleasured submissive.
 
The words stung, for some reason. Emma even flinched at Kale's tone. Did she want to be his submissive? Part of her very much did not, that part which had been resisting, either passively or openly, all night. That part had a lot of Emma's mind, and a lot of her morals. As she shifted though, she felt the toy still lodged in her ass, reminding her of all the dark pleasures she'd been receiving throughout the night. Surely she hadn't expected all of that would come without giving a little in return?

Emma reached up, moving aside some of her hair, already beginning to get quite damp with sweat, and looked up at Kale. He had started stroking her, and now he set the toy within her sight. Emma's eyes went straight to it, and she swallowed, seeing it glisten and knowing that the shine came from her own bodily fluids. Emma moved to the cock again, this time pressing her lips to its head. She'd never fully taken a boy's cock in her mouth before; most of her boyfriends were much more traditional. Besides, for the average person, just having Emma Watson between his knees with her lips touching his cock was enough to make him explode.

Emma parted her lips, taking the head of the cock between them. It didn't surprise her that he proved so thick, or that her lips had to stretch, her jaw almost aching, to get over him. Those pink bits of flesh closed tight over the cock, forming a seal. Emma's head bobbed, the lips dragging along, taking a few inches. She tried moving further, but found herself gagging after just a handful of inches, much more of Kale's cock remained beyond. Her hand had reached up, holding it in place, and she used that hand to stroke as she bobbed her head, sliding her lips up and down the top few inches of Kale's shaft. Her inexperience made her teeth drag from time to time, though she desperately fought against it. Already drool had begun to form around her lips, hanging down. The sound of slurping was nearly loud enough to be heard over the musical thumping.

Emma pulled off to breath, panting, her hand still stroking the cock, smearing her saliva. She looked up to Kale, hoping that her efforts would be enough to earn some look of pleasure, at the least.
 
Kale saw how her eyes jumped to the vibrator and hanged there before she seemed to sigh with resolve and then she placed her sweet lips around his hard shaft. He watched her carefully and analytically, not letting any of the pleasure he is getting from her appear on his face. He watched as she moved down his shaft and only get a couple of inches down before she made the gagging motion and moved back a bit. He knew that she could not get him all the way in and he would have to make her practice. Although as she began to bob her head up and down he closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Enjoying the feeling of her mouth around him more than her hand and finally he felt her lips pop off and she was panting heavily trying to catch her breath. Seeing her saliva covering his cock made him smile and he said. "That's a good submissive, that is how you are to suck your master every time he asks you of this. With this much vigor and desire to improve. The only thing your dominant wishes you were better at is your depth. You gag way to early. I want you to try to get as much of your dominant into your mouth this time and hold it there. Show me that you want to behave. Also, on top of your nightly masturbating, I want you to take the vibrator that you played with and to push it into your mouth as best as you can. I want you to get used to having something deep in your throat." He explained simply before he looked back down and into her eyes. Waiting for her continue as well as acknowledge his command.
 
Emma heard the words, almost ringing within her ears. He seemed pleased with what she did. Good, because Emma wasn't sure she could manage much more. Her jaw already ached, and her mouth felt dry, despite the spittle that seemed to be constantly leaking about them. She sucked in another breath, a hand again moving up to tuck a loose strand of hand behind an ear. Kale issued more orders, insisting that she do better at depth. Emma wanted to point out that he was damn lucky to be getting what he was, and that his cock was simply fucking huge. However, instead, she meekly nodded at that bit of information. Emma shifted on the masturbation reminder, blushing at the idea of taking the vibrator into her mouth.

Still, she mumbled: "As you wish, master," before she again took his head between her tight lips. Again, Emma's lips sealed tight about the cock, forming a ring of pink about his flesh. Her cheeks caved tightly as she sucked for a moment, popping off the cock without trying for more. Her tongue snaked out, working about the cock for a moment, while her hand continued to pump it. After several seconds, she took a deep breath. Emma placed her mouth at the cock and worked it into her. Several inches sank in, reaching nearly six before Emma had to pause. Her nose flared as she sucked in breath, trying desperately not to gag. her lips were still closed tight, and her cheeks caved as she tried to suck at it. Finally, it proved too much, and she withdrew, gasping as she pulled off.

A hand went up to wipe at her mouth, again feeling the saliva that had dribbled out as she'd pulled out. Emma wiped her hand on the sofa, before leaning forward, again trying to take several inches of him, and again only getting five or six before having to stop and try to adjust.
 
Kale looked down at her as she tried twice to go deeper and he was pleased she did indeed go deeper, but nowhere near enough to get him off and he looked over her as he said. "Emma, good girl. You are trying so perfectly. Though you are just not good enough at using your mouth to satisfy your dominant the way he wants." He looked down at her and then put his cock to her lips and said. "Emma, get your master's seed in your mouth. Show him you want to please him." He commanded as he remained sitting and he went to take a sip of his champagne and he coughed as he felt Emma's lips and tongue on his tip and her hands stroking him rapidly. He swallowed the champagne and groaned as she stroked him hard and fast and worked the tip well. Finally after having her do that for like five minutes he reached down and held her mouth where it was. Unloading and filling her mouth with his sweet and salty cum. He wondered how she felt about it and if she liked the taste. He looked over her and he continued to unload until some cum leaked from the side of her mouth and he pulled out. A trail of cum connecting his tip to her lips. He looked at her and said. "Two options, swallow it all right now or have champagne with it." He said teasingly as he moved her out from under the table and let her stand.
 
Again, Emma felt the brief "fuck you" urge raising within her. She'd been trying as it was, and felt like she'd been doing a damn good job. Kale certainly didn't seem to mind; his cock was hard and his breathing seemed harder yet. The cock touched Emma's lips, and she had a brief desire to bite it. However, she heard him insist upon her taking his seed. Taking this as indicator that despite his bitching, she was doing a good job, Emma redoubled her efforts.

The starlet bobbed her head up and down the few inches of shaft, sliding her lips all over it. The blowjob went a little sloppy as the girl focused more on speed than style. She would slurp several inches, and the cock would pop to the side of her mouth. Her tongue would swirl, only to accidentally have her teeth grace the head. At least her hand proved steady, squeezing and stroking him rapidly, smearing her saliva all down the length of his glistening shaft. Emma squeezed tight at the base of the impressive organ, working her way up, milking all the way.

This continued for some time, and Emma felt exhaustion starting to set in. Kale's stamina was certainly impressive, and briefly she wondered what it would be like when, if, he pierced her with this impressive thing. just as she started thinking of asking for a break, he held her still. The cock jerked within Emma's mouth, and she tried to widen it, to make sure that she caught at least some of it. The salty fluid squirted into her mouth, filling her quite quickly. The girl, not expecting a load this hefty, struggled to get it in, a hand going up to try and catch some of the excess. It tasted strangely good, sweeter than she figured. Yet the cum seemed to keep cumming, and bits of it were starting to leak around Emma's lips, forming drizzles down her mouth. He pulled, and a trail stretched for a few seconds before breaking. Mouth full, Emma looked up at Kale.

He wanted her to what? Her eyes went wide, and she could already feel some of the cum sliding out of her lips. She raised a hand, pressing a finger to her lips. Still, cum was leaking out. There was just no way that she could swallow it all.

Kale moved Emma out, and she teetered to her feet. Again, she felt the cum starting to slide, despite her efforts to swallow. With no other course of action, she grabbed a glass, her glass, and raised it to her lips. Cum leaked out of her mouth then, as she sputtered, feeling it slide into the glass to float there. The girl sputtered for a bit, before sitting on the couch, breathing hard, her mouth still shiny with the cum.
 
Kale smiled at Emma as she was clearly trying to obey but just could not. He watched as she had cum spill from her mouth and she used her finger to try and keep some in but she still struggled and finally she took her empty glass and let the rest of the cum flow into it and he smiled as she took a seat next to him in the booth and he smiled at her as his cock was still out and coated heavily in her saliva. He looked at her as he moved and grabbed the champagne. He decided to give her a true slave's drink. He poured the champagne into her glass, mixing her dominant's cum with the champagne and he looked over her as her lips and surrounding area were glazed with cum. He wanted her to see and he reached into her purse, moving through the stuff and finally found a make up mirror as he pulled it out and showed her her reflection. "Emma, you look so beautiful all covered in sweat and your face decorated with your dominant's cum." He said as he leaned over and kissed her as one hand rested on her thigh and he said. "Emma, be a good submissive and drink the champagne your dominant poured for you and then you have to clean up his cock. You left it soaked in your saliva." He said simply as he looked over her and waited to see her drink her champagne and cum mixture as well as dry him up. He figured they would be done and he would say goodbye to her.
 
Exhausted, Emma could only watch as Kale poured the champagne. The transparent alcohol mixed with the sperm, creating what had to be the strangest cocktail. The actress squirmed, feeling the plug still nestled within her ass. She felt exhausted, and looked that way too: with spit, cum, and sweat staining nearly every bit of her body. Makeup had smeared around her eyes, and her lipstick seemed slightly smudged. The beautiful hair had clearly been mussed, and it stuck to her neck in places. she looked very much like a girl who'd just engaged in heavy sexual activity.

That's exactly what met Emma's reflection as she looked too. Stared would be a much better answer, actually, and she shifted again, only to feel the thing even more in her ass. That full feeling was making her uncomfortable now, and she wanted nothing so much as to remove it from within her. Yet instead, she took the drink as offered.

Swallowing, Emma tilted it back. The champagne was strong, thankfully, and covered a good deal of the cum's taste. It did little to dim the texture though, and every gulp or so, Emma felt a thick glob sliding into her mouth and down her throat. Still, there wasn't much, and she managed it soon enough. Setting it down, she looked to him, then looked down at the cock. Still wordless, she grabbed a nearby napkin, working it over the cock, wiping and squeezing, generally rolling things around until the cock was more or less dry.

It still looked strangely tempting.
 
Kale smiled softly as she was so beautiful and he kissed her neck and whispered. "You look lovely just the way you are. Your dominant loves his submissive all the more when she is beautiful before and after a good using." He teased and kissed her once more as he rubbed her thigh as she drank the champagne and kale poured her another full glass, making sure all the cum in the glass was mixed into the champagne before he poured himself one more glass and the bottle was empty as he set it aside and then he raised his glass to her and said. "To my good submissive." He then looked at her and wondered if she would toast as well or not. He held it there and he was pleased when her lips moved and she toasted. He crossed his arm with hers and downed the last glass before he set it down and then said. "Emma, tonight was fun. You should me that you are a good submissive. Now, tell me what I asked of you to do outside of this club." He commanded as he looked over her and waited to hear his commands reiterated to him. Once she did that he nodded and placed a kiss on her forehead and said. "I will contact you once again with instructions. You will obey my orders unless told otherwise by me." He said and then he reached down, gave her pussy a slow rub before a soft pat and then a kiss to her neck as he slid from the booth and then got up and left her there alone with the toy in her ass and no instruction to remove it as well as the others.
 
Lovely? Emma nearly blushed, hearing him call her that in her current state. It made her squirm, which again served to remind her of the toy buried within her. There were touches to follow, more squirming, and then a toast. Was tonight fun? Emma wasn't certain; her head still spun as she tried to put the events together. Her sex almost hurt, and she'd never felt more disheveled than she did now. Yet there was that post-coital exhausted bliss that had settled in; she couldn't deny that feeling.

Another command, and Emma shifted. "I'm to masturbate with my vibrator every night, going till I'm at the blink of orgasming but not actually doing so. Then, I have to stick the vibrator into my mouth and try to work it as deeply in as I possibly can. I cannot cum without my dominant's permission, and I'm not to insert anything into me," she said, her accent almost crisp and businesslike as she listed off everything. In the back of her mind crouched that doubt, her mind insisting that there was no way she'd actually humiliate herself any further. Despite that, she felt a little thrill as he nodded, then kissed her.

"Yes sir," she finally said as he finished. There was one last gesture on her sex, which made Emma tremble, before he left. Emma stared for a moment, uncertain as to what she was supposed to do. He hadn't technically told her she could leave, and she still had a toy embedded in her ass, not to mention her disheveled appearance. Alone, Emma suddenly felt quite vulnerable. She tried adjusting herself as best as possible, using the mirror and tugging at the clothing to restore what cover they provided. At last, she was as put together as she could be, and she wobbled her way out of the club, keeping the toy in her ass, mostly because she didn't want to be seen taking it out. It would come later, when she was home and alone, and far away from the club and its influences.
 
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