'I don't own anything'
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Boomer's POV
Wow. There were a lot of stuffed animals. . . . Perfect!
I wiggled into the giant pile and waited for Bubbles to come in.
The moment I thought that the door opened and in walked Bubbles.
In a towel.
I stared at her as she closed and locked her door. The moment that the 'click' sounded the towel dropped. My eyes travel the way up her body as she walked to her dresser. She reached into the top drawer and pulled out a shoe box.
She walked to her bed and sat Indian style on it. I nearly poked a hole threw my jeans when I got that view.
She opened her shoe box and pulled out two clothes pins.
'What she going to do with-?!?'
She put one on each of her nipples. She shuddered. I shuddered, that was really hot.
She reached back into the shoe box and brought out a little light blue leather dog collar. Which she put on her neck.
Her face was getting red and she was starting to breath harder and harder. She got off of the bed then got down on her hands and knees on the floor. She started to walk around on her hands and knees. She reached under her bed and brought out a little horse whip. She struck her ass once and withered her body like a snake.
"Oh," pant, pant, "Master I've been a bad girl." Slap! The whip hits her other cheek. "Please punish me!" Slap! "Hit me!" Slap! "Make me be a good girl!" Slap! Slap! Slap!
Bubbles, really in the spirit of things now, jumps back on to the bed. She reaches in to the shoe box and brings out a dildo. But in stead of thrusting it in to her dripping cunt she inserts it into her mouth!
She sits on her heels with her legs spread as she sucks the light blue dildo. She plucks the clothes pins still clamped on her nipples with one hand as the other brings the whip down onto her wet cunt.
She starts to hit harder and twist her nipples, the dildo muffling her groans and moans of pleasure.
She grows frenzied and I can tell that she is close to an orgasm. She brings the whip down one more time and I hear her muffled scream of pleasure.
She falls back onto her bed, spitting out the dildo. She unclips her now bright red nipples and tosses the whip aside. She unfastens the blue dog collar and lets it fall to the floor.
She slowly climbs under the covers and turns off her lamp, putting the room in darkness.
I slowly climb out of the pile of stuffed animals and float out the window. A raging hard on the only evidence that I had been in the seemingly innocent room.