 "Who was at the door, Jason," Cassie called from the living petiteteen room.?." "Uh, it was nobody, just a teen guy needing access directions, that's all," Jason lied, "I'm going into petiteteen the den to get some petite paper work done petite, I access'll strip seeya later, okay.?." Once inside the petite den, Master John opened up a large hard cover suit case and began setting up and apparatus that even Jason could see was designed to hold petite someone teen in a spread eagle position. After another petiteteen ten minutes teen strip of assembly, Master access John took off his jeans and shirt petite to reveal an outfit of skin tight black leather, which was quickly petiteteen followed by a black leather head cover that had only slits for teen his eyes, nose, and mouth. Jason's teen strip blood ran cold at the mere sight of the teen gothic teen figure, and petiteteen when Master John said, "Get her," he petite almost felt sorry for her teen strip, but quickly strip went to the living teen strip room teen to petite get his unsuspecting wife.
 "Whataya mean I gotta sign some more tax returns," Cassie petiteteen said irritably while taking a drag of scotch while he led her to the teen strip den, "I though we sent them in last petite month!?!" "Uh, we did," he said quickly, "but we're filing teen an amended return, it has something to do with capital gains on some stock we petiteteen sold strip last year, it teen strip will only take petiteteen you a minute petite!" "Okay, okay,"she shot back petite while pushing open the den door, "let's petite get the show on the, what the hell is going on in here," she exclaimed while recoiling at the petite sight of teen strip Master John!?! Jason quickly closed petiteteen the door behind him, blocking Cassie's petite only avenue of petite escape before offering, "Well Cass, I'd like you petite to meet teen Master John, he's gonna teach you some manners, and I hope petite for your sake petite you take everything he says to heart, cuz I don't think he's gonna take any crap from you!"
 "You will be silent," Master John's voice cracked petite like a whip through the air, "if you petite speak once more access, I will be forced petite to gag you." Of course the dumb petiteteen cunt teen kept up her petite blithering, and true to his word petite, Master John covered her mouth with a wide leather belt the immediately shut his bleating wife right up. Struggling in vain to access free teen herself teen from her shackles, her eyes grew large with abject terror as Master John pulled several vicious looking nipple clips strip out of a small black petite duffel bag and slowly approached teen strip his intended victim. She tried to scream, but all that could be heard were her muffled cries for help as he carefully pulled on her nipple petite and attached the sharp toothed little clip bit into her soft pliable skin. The pain was so petiteteen intense that she threw back her head in agony petite as petite the tiny petite teeth teen bit petite relentlessly into her teen sensitive flesh. "Holy smokes," Jason thought to himself, "this guy strip doesn't fuck petite around," as he watched him attach the other nipple clip and turn away from his struggling victim while small petite rivers of petite blood teen strip oozed from the burning nipples.
 Master John began putting away his equipment while petite Jason led his shaking wife down the hall and into the bathroom where he put her under the shower to petite regain some of her lost petite senses. He left for a few moments to show Master John out of the house, and upon his return to the bathroom, he found Cassie crying petite softly strip while petiteteen massaging her bloodied nipples. "I'm petite sorry teen strip, Cass," he said softly access, "but you just had to be put back in your place, it had to be done petite." "M-my petite nipples teen strip are so sore," she moaned softly, "ohhhhhh, I petiteteen hurt all petite over." "Maybe this will help," he replied, while quickly stripping petite off his clothing and hopping into the shower with is now docile wife strip, and after pressing her against the petiteteen shower stall wall, entering petite her pussy roughly and fucking petite her while both of the were still standing up. "Oh, Jason," she petiteteen sobbed strip while yet another orgasm ravaged her shredded cunt, "p petite-please don petite't hurt me anymore petite." "Do you petiteteen promise access to be good and do what I petite say," he asked softly while nibbling on her neck.?." "I-I promise," she sobbed petite, "I really petite do petite." "That's a good girl," he said petite while helping teen her out of petiteteen the shower, "now let's get strip some petite ice for those nipples."
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