The Master and Slave World 83

Chapter 83 – 083. Obstruction of Vision, Closed Confinement, Restrained Sex! The Master Trapped in the Bag Is Treated Like an Object by the Slave and Cries With Happiness.

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In complete darkness. Inside her case, which she had made with the intention of immobilizing her imprisoner, Sylvia recalled the face of her lovely slave.

Inside the bag, she is naked without a piece of cloth on. She maintains her position in the ‘toilet toilet’, which is extremely uncomfortable, and is tightly caught in the pressure of the inner material without any gaps so that she cannot escape from that position.

Her sealed confinement is so certain that even the mightiest witch can do nothing about it.

All she could do was breathe. Even that breath, her thin and soft throat, her internal material hardened and her breath was compressed, and she was struggling to breathe.

“Haaaaa… Haha…”

I can’t see anything.
She can’t do anything
That fact made her Sylvia insanely ecstatic.

The only sound she hears in her ears is the filthy murmur of her own lewd holes.

She hurriedly inhaled the amount of oxygen provided by some kind of magic device installed in her case that only allowed her to live on the edge of life, enjoying the dark confinement and restraint situation.

Sizzle…

“Yeah… ♡!”

Sylvia smirked at the raunchy voice that suddenly burst out of her mouth on her own accord.

A mischievous smile was created at the corners of the mouth that did not match the distorted expression in pain.

A clear presence felt in the pee hole.

Because she felt the lumpy urethral beads squeeze into her bladder.

Her narrow urethral opening twitched as if she was conscious of it, saying ‘take it out, take it out, take it out’.

She was cramped, but Sylvia, who was in a dark situation where she couldn’t move, was in a situation where she could only wriggle her body in millimeters.

She can never pull out urethral beads on her own. Her dazzling pleasure eats up Sylvia’s body. She is unable to escape and is unilaterally beaten by the sensation.

Sylvia’s mazo instinct boiled over.

Every time her bag was shaken, the urinary beads stuck in her pee hole were also shaken.

Even though it was only a slight movement, her weakened clitoral root was crushed and scratched at the slightest movement of the convex urethral beads, giving her a desperate intensity of pleasure that took her breath away.

Hehe… ♡ Ughhhhh… ♡ I can’t move at all… ♡ What should I do… ♡”

Sylvia grunted and forced her body to try to escape.

She pretended to do it, of course. She wanted to make it harder for her to breathe than she is now. It was an intentional misfire, but it had a greater effect than expected.

Two dildos, long and thick, imitated the erection of a slave. Her dildos, which had been driven deep enough to lift her womb, were alternately tightened between the front and back of her tight holes, leading her to her climax.

Whoop… ! Pew… ! Pewuk… !!

When the dildo that is pushed to the back of the uterus is squeezed and tightened, the stimulated cunt also chews the dildo it is biting. Unlike a fleshy penis, a hard dildo does not shrink and maintains its size no matter how tight it is tightened. The pussy that accepts the lifeless fake cock contracts strongly and feels pleasure and pain. The stupid, unintelligent pussy sucks the dildo up her cervix around the glans like a begging baby.

Sylvia went and went.

She was on her way as the clitoris inside her urethra was scraped, and the pussy climaxed. Soon the anal climax. When one hole climaxes, another climax follows.

It seemed that the pleasure centers were malfunctioning.

In the midst of the climax of violence that seemed to drive her mad, Sylvia thought only of the slaves who would hold her, the basis of this pleasure.

‘I like you… ♡ My slave, it hurts… ♡ Bring out the master… ♡ I’m happy… ♡ Take it out and hug the owner… ♡ Joahhaeaeat… ♡ Help me… ♡’

As a master, Sylvia does not speak of submissiveness out of her mouth. She only wants to feel naughty from the depths of her heart.

In the climax hell where her breath choked and her body trembled, she barely shouted to her slave that she liked her with her faraway head.

It was something she did as her conditioned reflex if she went according to her habit, which was thoroughly imprinted in her. The more she did this, the happier she felt.

It is a humiliating and disgraceful situation to see the owner locked in a case, but it is a normal master-servant relationship.

As Sylvia enjoyed her masochistic pleasures, her love for her slave filled her body and soul. It was natural for her, as she felt ecstatic at her powerlessness to even lift a hand, and her empty mind kept repeating the thought of liking her.

Jjiik! Jjiik!

She is a body that cannot stand still, but inside it is busy moving.

In the continuous climax that continues without rest, her muscles are twisted, her breathing is rapid and her heart is beating busily. However, a pulse that is hotter and stronger than a violently beating heart is a symbol of a woman in the lower belly. It was the womb.

However, Sylvia’s consciousness is currently fainting due to her gone too far.

Breathing, which was thinned by repetition and overlapping of dizzying climaxes, looked like a person who would die soon.

In the darkness of her near death she recalls only her own slave.

Thrill. Thrill. A chilling shudder, whether fear or joy, strikes her back again and again. Like a broken machine, her body goes and goes like electricity.

Dozens or hundreds of times. The number of times Mazoboji climaxed at will.

Sylvia felt as if she had jumped out of time.

“Crane… Haha… Wow…”

Tears flowed down and the gaping mouth was permeable. A pretty, slender face messed up.

The terrible time of culmination hell was barely over.

The line that ran from her back to her brain was throbbing, and her heart felt as if someone had grabbed it.

That feeling made Sylvia happy.

She loved it now, as if she had been deprived of all her freedom, and was treated harshly and was beaten mercilessly. She surrendered the ownership of her body to her own slave and no one else, and the reality of being beaten by him seemed like a dream.

How much time has passed How many times have you gone? Sylvia erased the unnecessary questions from her scalding head.

All she has to do is maintain a consciousness that seems to be cut off. She kept her habit for that, thinking she was just repeating that she liked it.

It was a silly and cute idea she had with her melted brain.

If she had any complaints about Sylvia, it was that the ejaculation of her pussy was not good compared to her intense climax.

She couldn’t do anything about it because the tiny, stiff holes were clogged up with blunt tools.

By nature, when she cums, her cunt hole contracts quickly, and the stick sticks out and pushu pushu. If it is a slave’s raw penis, although it is large, it can be squeezed tight and contracted and expanded together to pack it somehow.

However, a bar with no vitality maintains its size no matter how tight it is, making it difficult. Sylvia felt so frustrated that she wanted to cry. She really wanted to beg her slave to release her for a little while, with her tears welling up.

But she persevered.

Because this devouring was also a pleasure.

Because I have pride as an owner who voluntarily gets bullied.

Begging a slave is usually only done when the limit is reached.

Sylvia’s heart warmed at the thought of her slave even in the forced climax hell of closed confinement that spattered her bodily fluids all over her body.

It’s because he didn’t say a word at all to give fear and anxiety to the master after he showed consideration and dropped it to the climax.

Sylvia, who was just climaxing without knowing the outside situation at all, realized that and she couldn’t help but feel love.

A slave with a short career willingly accepts being asked to do such a terrible thing.
The point is that she continued her walk swaying coyly and stimulating the three holes.
Sylvia was so nice.

‘Crying… ♡ Ugh… ♡ Breath… Blocked… ♡ Suffering… Woah… ♡’

A pussy that goes away without knowing how it will end. The assistant and the love juice, which want to pour a lot, can’t come out well because the passage is blocked.

With her weeping face, Sylvia thought, she must be able to endure this painful and heartbreaking reality because she must be her own slave, no one else.

After a while, Sylvia felt the outside air touch her soggy crotch with a click. She had opened the cunt lid that the slave had plugged all three of her holes.

“Hey hey hey…Hee hee…”

She tried to say something, but Silvia couldn’t get her tongue to turn. In fact, she can’t even remember what she wants to say. It was as if she was on drugs.

She can’t speak properly. Her own weak pussy was too embarrassing, as she often was. She picked her excuses with her haggard mind.

She said it was because she was new to sex and had just gotten out of her virginity. That was just when she was about to tell her that since this is her first use, she will get used to it after a few more incarcerations.

“Hee ♡!? Keith… ♡!”

Kuduk! Kuduk!

The slave tried to pull out the lid with the dildos inserted into her cunt anal urethra, but because of her long orgasm hell, the idiot cunt that had lost control of her own volition gripped her dildos tightly and refused to let go. Both the urethral pussy and the anal pussy are bitten tightly and do not let go.

“Eungheeheeieit────♡♡♡!!!”

The slave exercised a ruthless hand. She was pulled out like the master’s inner flesh would come out.

The dizzying feeling that her head went white. She burst into tears without even realizing it.

Had she been able to move her head, she would have snapped with such force that it would break her neck. She couldn’t help but admire him.

“Ooh, whoa… ♡”

Exposing only her puckering hole, she was still trapped inside the bag. Her exposed skin quivers like a poodle poodle. The holes droop down, soaking up the transparent, viscous water.

Being a witch, they were bodily fluids shed purely because it felt good, not as waste.

However, from a boy’s point of view, it’s all dirty in the end. Sylvia’s slave was exceptionally tolerant of her pussy treatment. Normally, she would have been fiddling with her sloppy cunt hole, but somehow, this time, she didn’t touch her, and she went straight into her raw cock.

“Hua -ah ♡♡ Slave… This is the birth… ♡”

Her heart tingled at the thought of being treated like a dirty pussy, but that was good too.

But she soon thought she couldn’t. She must have inserted it right away to soothe her ailing master.

As she recalled the most obvious answer, her tingling heart warmed. The heat spread throughout her body, making her body hot. The sweetness came out naturally even in the moaning.

“Ha ha… ♡ School… Mandible… Whoa… ♡”

What entered her narrow vaginal opening was a piece of flesh she could never forget. It was her only, one-of-a-kind. Similarly, her dedicated pussy was digging inside. All the circumstances were stimulating her masochism.

‘Huh ♡ I’m being treated like a thing… ♡’

It was difficult for Sylvia to maintain her sober mind in a state where she was even lightened by lightening the restraints of confinement to block the view. She’s even doing a rough piston vagina as a slave…

She focused on the obnoxious sound of water to avoid fainting. Because there was nothing else she could do. But when she hears the raunchy pussy sounds she makes, she finally shakes her hand.

Sylvia reached an even more intense climax, puffing on her assistant and spitting out her love juices.

Pushyuk- Pushyyyyyyy! Push shu shuk——!!

“Ahhhhh♡!! Heehee ♡! Hehe… ♡”

Sylvia panting out of breath.

Because of her ecstasy, her pussy tightened wildly in an effort to push out her slave cock, and the cock pushing against it up to her womb.

She didn’t know if it was a pity or a good thing for her, but the tightness of her cunt made her slave ejaculate into her climax.

The climax bombardment of despair has begun.

“Hyaa, heuyaang♡ Now, it’s not, it’s okay… Eh… ! Eww… Hey… It ♡♡♡!!”

The slave didn’t care and kept her glans firmly attached to her cervix and injected her semen. Sylvia’s pussy, receiving the slave’s vaginal cumshot, automatically reaches a climax.

It was a flow that could not be reversed, and a promise that would never be broken. What Sylvia even received was not a simple vaginal ejaculation, but an ejaculation close to the cervix.

At this moment, Sylvia felt as if someone set fire to each of her brain vessels.

A new orgasm erupted in her orgasm cunt, and she was out of breath. More powerful love juice burst out of her vaginal hole, exhausted from just cumming. Pew woo woo woo ur pee hole was burning from the water gun that was fired without rest.

In the climax of her chest being squeezed, Sylvia finally burst into tears.

The climax hurts. It’s an idea she barely came up with.

She felt like she was being tortured, but she accepted it with joy even as she cried. Because she is a natural mazo female.

On the verge of losing her mind, Sylvia hoped to reach the slave, and she could barely leave her word.

“Huh… Great… Haha♡”