#MasturbationMonday – A Human Footstool #BDSM

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It’s MOAN DAY – are you moaning yet? (Hears distant grumbles about Christmas shopping and not being able to park…) No, not that kind of moaning – the naughty kind 😉

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A Rough Ride

“Oh, what a delightful wiggle those ass cheeks have and just look at that tiny tail. Lots of room for improvement, don’t you think? I wonder if she’ll be worth buying after she’s finished her training?” The voice was female and her English was tinged with an Italian accent. Her comment was met with a mumbled reply from her male companion. Walking slowly behind the errant pony, the woman was now examining her attempt to tackle the concrete corridor.

Jenny could feel the eyes of the pair boring into her back. Having forgotten how brutal crawling was on her hands and knees, she was now going as slowly as possible in order to lessen the abrasive impact against her skin. Falling behind the main group quickly, Jenny struggled to keep her hands and knees moving against the cold and unforgiving floor.

“I think Petal needs some encouragement, darling,” said Miss Italy and there was another mumbled reply. The next thing Jenny knew, a pointed heel was being firmly pressed into her left buttock and Miss Italy was putting some considerable weight behind it. Jenny shrieked loudly and darted off up the corridor, uncaring of the rubble underneath her. A few minor scratches were nothing when compared with a five inch heel trying to stab for entrance into an already very tender backside.

“Hmm, pity,” said Miss Italy, her lips forming a delicate moue as Petal raced off ahead. “I was just thinking that the little horsy would make an amazing footstool installed permanently in the centre of our lounge, darling.”

Jenny raced on ahead, not wanting to hear the rest of that particular conversation, and bemoaned the new throbbing pain in her ass cheek. It was obvious who wore the trousers in that relationship, she thought sourly. Darting in between legs once more as she caught up with the main group, she gave no thought to anything bar escaping the pair behind her. Her lungs burned for air but she paid them little attention. She was too intent on trying to listen to Matthius, who was giving his captive audience a taste of what was to come.

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Head on to MasturbationMonday for lots more seriously HOT snippets!

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