Fisting Fantasy Phone Sex. Sky loves handballing – Part 1

Fisting Fantasy Phone Sex. Sky loves handballing – Part 1. I left school early that day, faking a dentist appointment and signing out at lunchtime. I’ve been signing my forms for years, so the forged note from my ‘parents’ didn’t raise any eyebrows. Where I was headed wasn’t far from school at all. In keeping with my mistress’ ’25 minute’ rule, I decided to drive to my ‘real’ appointment straight from school anyway. Without bothering to go home and shower or change.

The woman I was meeting with 

Apparently wanted me out of there “before my hubby gets home”; so maybe this was all going on without hubby’s knowledge. His loss I guess, although honestly, I could do without having to satisfy a ‘just watching’ husband as well today. The the scenario this woman had suggested to me, and therefore Mistress Cassandra seemed delightfully clinical and impersonal, I’d prefer to keep it that way.

Discussing people was not my thing to do 

In discussing what people do on the weekend over white wine in some bar in the chapel street. I’m not going to fuck their hobbies and the best encounters I’ve found, so far, occur when barely more then names are exchanged between knocking on the door and getting down to it. This particular woman hadn’t even told me her name. And I liked that. She was a housewife, of the fucking hot trophy-wife variety if her profile pictures were accurate from my area; blonde, busty, bored and debauched with a keen mind for things kinky and fetishistic.

Preparation for the afternoon

Hopefully ‘ma’am’ as she wanted to be called didn’t mind me being un-showered. It’s not like I had fucked anyone else that day (though I had greased my ass up and kept a small plugin all morning in preparation for the afternoon, and it had been tempting…), and Honestly, have you seen me? Would you object to me turning up at yr door in my tight blue and white checkered school-dress? It only took ten minutes to drive to the address I’d been given. And by now I’m used to driving with my cunt leaking all over the place and only half my mind on the road.

It was a nice large place, quiet street, a big garden, and a driveway. However I parked a few houses up on the street houses up and took a moment to compose me. As well as a few deep, shuddering breaths to try and put a lid on my horniness, this involved putting on a black latex collar and wrist cuffs, all featuring d-rings for easy bond ability. 

Thankfully no one saw me

Eventually I slipped out of my school shoes and into the white knee- high lace-up, high-heeled latex boots. Fucking in boots, I just have a thing for it. Over the top of those went latex cuffs similar to the ones on my wrists, fastened at the ankles. A quick look around to make sure the neighborhood was still quiet, then I opened the door and hurriedly walked up the street, up the driveway, and knocked on the door. Thankfully no one saw me, no curious neighbors to question why a schoolgirl in slut boots and slave cuffs were walking up to this woman’s house.

As calm, cool, and seasoned

Even then, most people see the dress and the bag and don’t think about the rest of it, but it was still a small relief. My knock was answered almost instantly. As calm, cool, and seasoned as we try and be in these situations I find almost all of us, regardless of role, is jumping out of our skin with the anticipation of how the whole hookup is going to turn out. I mean it’s not hard to be, you’re meeting a stranger, who could be anyone, your only contact has been emailed, maybe a phone call, some photos online of what could easily be someone else, and you’re going there with the express purpose of fucking them.

So I will confess to experiencing some relief when she answered the door and resembled her profile pictures. In this case I can say she was hotter in the flesh. She was about 37, had a perfect, gym-toned body and surgery- augmented breasts.

I satisfied her gaze

She was dressed in a short skirt, dark stockings, flats, and a tight brown blouse opened to reveal her impressive cleavage.  She wasn’t wearing a bra, but if she had been, she just seemed the type to have been wearing something black, lacy, and expensive. Her makeup was understated and stylish, her long, blonde hair contrived to look expensively manicured even when just hanging loose as it was now, and her face bore an expression of cool appraisal as she looked me up and down, in my school-cum-slave girl uniform. I satisfied her gaze because she smiled slightly and said ‘Katie obviously, come in then, cunt.’ 

A Fisting Fantasy Phone Sex . Sky loves handballing – Part 1

This woman was dominant and wasn’t shy about it. This was definitely more for show than blow, and just to make things easier (that carpet looked expensive) I used a hell of a lot less spit than I normally do. For my impudence, as she withdrew her foot, and a gentle kick in the side of the face. ‘You’ve sucked a lot of cock, haven’t you slut?.’ I replied ‘yes ma’am’ as I swallowed a few times and drew myself back up into the kneeling-upright position. She got up from the couch and stood towering over me,

The confirmation 

‘Tell me, slut… what is your mistress’ name again?’ She asked, drawing on her cigarette. ‘It’s Cassandra, ma’am,’ I replied, unsure where this was going. My legs and arms were starting to ache a little but I’d handled much worse before. ‘What was that? Speak louder slut, I didn’t hear you’ she said sharply. ‘I’m sorry ma’am, her name is Cassandra.’ 

The order from my Dominatrix

“Drop your arms to your sides,’ she said, and I complied. The dress fell further down my body, and she took out my 32b cup tits, unhooking my bra and throwing it aside, letting my perky young girls swing free. My tits are my best asset and she seemed to agree, lifting them in her hands, kneading them, pinching my nipples so hard I involuntarily drew breath, before taking a step back and resuming her contemplation of me. ‘Arms back up.’ Again, I complied. 

Turning to the couch, she took another cigarette from the packet she’d left there and lit it, handing it to me. I took it with my left hand, taking the right from behind my head to cup my right boob and hold it up. Announcing clearly, aloud, as I’d been ordered to do if I had to complete this penance.

A Fisting Fantasy Phone Sex . Sky loves handballing – Part 1

A Fisting Fantasy Phone Sex . Sky loves handballing – Part 1 .I said, ‘I apologize, Mistress Cassandra,’ adding to my dome, ‘and you, ma’am,’ then pressed the lit cigarette to the skin of my right areola, butting it out on my skin, burning myself in the process. I sucked in a breath, hissing through gritted teeth, as the burning embers singed my flesh. Being burnt with a cigarette isn’t as bad as you’ve probably been lead to believe actually. It’s certainly not as bad as being burnt with a lighter.

Placing the cold water on the burn.

But then again, things that hurt just generally make me wetter.  I looked up, again avoiding my dominant house frau’s eyes, but still catching the massive horny grin threatening to break out over her face. ‘Good,’ she said, the cool tone of her voice developing a slightly husky timbre and catching in her throat just a little. ‘You’re as obedient as you claim to be. The kitchen’s over there dear.

Go put some cold water on the burn, then return here and resume the same position, wait for me.’ I did as I was told, soothing the heat with some cool water from the tap, before returning to my kneeling position in the lounge room, now empty.

The process

I probably spent two minutes kneeling upright like that, hands on the back of my head, elbows out, all muscles taught and under tension, waiting for her to return. The carpet was so deep I wouldn’t have been able to hear her walking back into the lounge. So when I suddenly felt the sharp sting of what can only have been her foot connecting with my tailbone, sending me flying forward, almost unbalancing me. 

She withdrew her thumb, placing it on the skin below my asshole, pulling tight, stretching my ass open, to drip more lube in. As she did she said ‘you did clean yourself out for me, right, whore?’ I tried to say ‘yes ma’am’ through the gag and again choked myself trying to nod. I’d given myself an enema before lubing up that very morning. I regularly enema myself anyway, they feel sexy.

The part I loved the most

The thumb was in and she gradually worked her way, penetrating me deeper, getting into her wrist. This was the part I loved the most, as she got deeper and began to make a fist inside me, working her handballing motion in towards my bowels. My whole body was quivering now, my legs trembling uncontrollably, my back flexing, my head flopping around, flexing against the restrictions of the two chains.Certainly  I was moaning and groaning continuously through my gag, spit flooding from my mouth, down my chin, onto my tits. 

A Fisting Fantasy Phone Sex . Sky loves handballing – Part 1

Walking slowly in front of me, she smiled, placing the lube bottle on the table and taking up the camera. She stopped in front of me long enough to catch my attention, and put all four fingers in her mouth, sucking the combined lube and my ass-juice off them, before returning around behind me with that slow- teasing walk. My cunt dripped again.

That was hot. The camera clicked a few times and then was thrown gently onto the same armchair I had sat in before. She had a few photos of my gape and that’s all she wanted. Moreover I would’ve gotten a few photos of her fist in my anus, but these photos weren’t for my pleasure. My pleasure was to be there, tied up, fulfilling her desires.

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