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Dawns temp master 5

... arouse you?” Dangerous ground, Dawn thought, say no and she could get very nasty, say yes and she could be equally as nasty for lying. Thinking fast she said that “she was desperately trying not to become aroused for the mistresses amusement, feeling the mistress wanted her that way.” A slow smile crossed the face of the her aggressor and she applied herself to lifting Dawns whole body using the inserted finger and the back of her hand to do so , causing the ring to push into the naked dawns soft clit and rising her with a grunt on to tiptoe. Sweat broke on Dawns forehead, the pain sharp and cutting. “Please mistress no, “The pressure eased, the finger withdrew, but Dawn knew the damage was done her hood was pierced. “My b*****rs in law will be visiting next week after they leave I will have the boy as a lover for a night, we shall see what you have taught him lady and woe betide you if he`s not up to my high standards, so think on , now go!” Dawn turned and left, bl**d trickling down her left thigh, as she went her whole sex a sea for pain with every step out in the corridor she crumpled as she closed the door, tears flowed as she made her way to her own bathroom. The shower, then a towel stemmed the flow, two or three tiny nicks on her clitoral hood and a darkened area of bruising, were all that was to be seen but in this sensitive area bl**d flows readily, it could have been worse, but she suddenly thought, the boy, his big night, had the mistress planned this setback? ...

... What to do as she did not want to disappoint the lad? Her mind raced. There must be something in the bathroom cabinet that will stem any bl**d flow; her fingers searched the packages and pots of creams and potions, finally resting on a pot of cream marked ‘for small cuts and abrasions.’ She didn’t bother with the small print dolloping a finger-full straight onto the damaged area. Like balm the cream instantly felt cool, smooth and relaxing she sat at the table allowing the wonder cream to sink into her hot skin. Within seconds the whole area round the clit, the hood, and parts of her labia began to sting, and not a gentle sting a fierce red hot burning. She grabbed at the pot searching the label, her sex now a raging forest fire, she dropped the pot on the table and leapt into the shower grabbing the head of the shower, jabbing desperately at the control buttons, jamming the dial to cold and thrusting the spray, at the affected area, the cold hit like a fire hose, the burning slowly vanished, her labia cooled, in time became like ice before she dared switch of her savoir. She read the pot label tiny letters proclaimed ‘may cause some discomfort, do not use on sensitive areas, or internally’ she muttered “you can say that again,” the heard the distant gong. She told her friends at the table about the mistress and her ring, the cook said “That old cow she knew you were training the boy and she knows the effect of that ring, I hope one of the b*****r in laws does her in , she would ...