Elena opened her eyes, their azure orbs sparkling teasingly. “If it’s a game we’re playing, I believe I just scored a point.” “Yes, I suppose you did.” I twirled the scalpel in my fingers, “Now pick a part to replace it, and do it quick! Five, four, three, two-” “My toe!” Elena yelled, her voice cracking. “Not very domina specific, Elena.” I smiled, walking around her, “I guess you’re leaving it to me to choose which one, hmm?” I grabbed her unmarred foot and watched the terror rise in her eyes. Yes, that was it. That was what I needed to see. That was honest. “This little piggy went to the market,” I tickled her big toe with the blade, “this little piggy stayed home,” I passed over the second toe, “this little piggy had roast beef,” Elena flexed her toes reflectively as I grazed the knuckles, “this little bizarre piggy had none,” I placed the scalpel between her pinky toe and the one beside it, and angled the blade against the smaller of the two, “and this little piggy went wee-wee-wee all the way home.” I whispered, my heart rising in my throat, my nerves electrified with the thrill. Elena gritted her teeth, taking pairs of frantic breaths, her body writhing in its constraints. I pulled the pinky toe apart from its neighbor, and began to cut. Elena’s screams were a symphony, a crescendo of agony that I directed with the minute motions of my fetish wrist. Such power, such control to exact such a pure note from this instrument. I felt the desire bubbling between my legs, the aching need in my nethers growing as Elena’s screams broke, as flesh became sinew became tendon became bone. I quickly extracted the clippers, not wanting to break the flow of the dance, and I clamped them around the gouged circle I’d made at the base of Elena’s pinky, and squeezed. Crack, pop, screech. The succession of sounds was the finale of the song. My body was quivering with amateur adrenaline, every oral sense heightened to its extreme. I strained beneath his stinking hand to scream something, anything that would make this stop, but his grip remained air-tight. With amateur a smile he begins spanking her. "Why don't you go shower," I told him with a kiss, a long kiss. “That's how a little sister sucks a oral girl-dick. Nimue giggled. He's gona be a real James eagerly obliged. Closer to hand, Trish lay back on a weight bench, seemingly unaware of the way Adam's penis nearly brushed her face as he checked the weights on the bar, or the lustful stare of bizarre the fetish trainer who was leaning forward to study the swell of her breasts at close range. She had met both at a company picnic She had completed high school early, received a full scholarship to an ivy league school, eventually going on to medical school and graduating at the top of her class. Did he talk with you?” I ask Kim. domina I could see him staring at me but he wasn’t lost for words at all. She began rubbing her clit. At that point, Brie’s mind could only fixate on how nobody can ever act normal when they’re told to act normal.