VIPs in bondage – Five

It genuinely was a massive appendage, almost resembling a baseball bat as it stood out proudly, pointing, accusingly at Beyonce. Jennifer took her sweet time in releasing Beyonce from her straps, relishing the look on her submissive face as she finally sprang the crocodile clips off of her nipples and the blood rushed back to them.

“Did you enjoy that slave?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Good. Once I have that bitch Whitney Houston under my control I will be able to dominate you completely, I will devote my energies to taking you to places you have never dreamt of. I will make you so obedient to me that you will barely be able to breathe without my permission. But you know what, you will still be above your former Mistress. I will reduce her to lower than dirt, even her former slaves will be able to take her.”

“But before that I am going to stretch that fine pussy of yours Beyonce, let’s see how much you can handle.”

She hooked her fingers into her slaves collar ring and pulled her towards her and clipped it to a metal ring that lay in the centre of the cold, hard floor. This forced Beyonce’s head right down, her beautiful chin scraping on the ground and her curvy ass pointing right up in the air. By this point the Latino Mistress had discarded her leather gloves and she smoothed her hands over that peachy ass before her and slowly parted her ass cheeks, glimpsing her puckered asshole. There was a large temptation to take Beyonce’s ass, she was a good slave and would try to take it but her strap on was surely too big. No, that glistening, hairless pussy was too tempting. Oh she wanted to show this bitch what she could give to her and do to her. Her fingers parted Beyonce’s pussy lip and lifted her hips up farther and she eased the massive, plastic cock into the moist hole.