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“Quit it.” Allison delivers a harsh smack with a paddle to Seth’s ass.
The man grunts at the impact and clenches his hands. It’s not his first reprimand and probably not the last.
He should be grateful that Allison didn’t hit his balls this time.
Seth tries to glare at her but from his position – on all fours, with Allison’s feet resting on his back – it’s hard to do so. The humbler constricting his balls makes sure that he doesn’t move much.
But this doesn’t mean that it prevents Seth from squirming. That’s why, from time to time, Allison needs to remind him about the rules.
His red ass and bruised balls are the results of that.
Seth tries to say something around the ring gag spreading his mouth open, but it’s incomprehensible.
Another smack. “Furniture doesn’t speak,” Allison says, not even looking at Seth, continuing reading her magazine instead. But honestly, she doesn’t pay any attention to the words and pictures but instead delights in Seth’s struggles.
Drool falls from his mouth, making a total mess of his face. Allsion knows that the predicament must be pissing him off right now, the humiliation of it all being too much for him. Though at the same time, his cock stays rock hard.
Seth has a masochistic streak a mile wide – a fact that Allison discovered early on in their relationship. Another thing she got quickly was that it’s best for both of them if he gets put in his place regularly. That hasn’t been a problem at all.
Allison takes out a cigarette and clicks the lighter on. The sound makes Seth tense in anticipation, his back muscles shifting under her soles. The smoke drifts into the air, filling it with the familiar smell. Fortunately, they don’t have to worry about smoke detectors in the motel room.
Normally, she doesn’t smoke, though on occasions like this one she makes an exception. It’s not really about inhaling the nicotine but the possibilities in their scene.
Allison grips Seth’s hair and forces his head back. The man winces at the harsh treatment but his cock gives a twitch at the same time.
The ring gag is a neat trick that makes some things easier to pull off.
Allison brings the cigarette above Seth’s mouth and taps it. The ash lands on the man’s tongue, and he coughs. He tries to get away, but Allison’s grip is relentless.
“Stay still,” she says sternly, adding a slap for good measure.
She waits for the cigarette to burn some more, then flicks the ash into Seth’s waiting mouth, which is followed by his squirming. In a way, it really helps her unwind after the shitty day she’s been having.
When the cigarette is finished, she lets go of Seth’s hair and moves to snuff it out in the remains of her drink but an idea flashes in her mind.
Maintaining eye contact with Seth, who is still catching his breath after a coughing fit, Allison moves the cigarette towards his skin. No safeword or signal is used, so she takes it as a green light to continue.
A cry echoes in the room when the still burning cigarette meets Seth’s skin, just over his shoulder blade. He tries to get up, but the humbler reminds him of its presence, punishing him mercilessly for the movement. Seth falls to his side, a few stray tears trailing down his cheeks.
A truly beautiful sight if you ask Allison.
She has some plans for later that involve a new strap on which she’s dying to test out.
But for now, she lets Seth rest at her feet and enjoys the quiet moment.