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Dom. He certainly knew how to push boundaries while still making his submissive hungry to please him. Brie had experienced it herself, and was inspired by the sexual confidence he was showing now.
    He explained to her, “Whereas ksana has a low tolerance for pain, Dessa has a very high tolerance. It allows me to release my passion without fear of harming her. In fact, Dessa and I can play for hours. Can’t we, my sweet?” he stated proudly, caressing the older woman’s cheek. “Lift your dress so they can admire our last play session.”
    Unlike the girl, this sub understood English, and stopped the binding process to lift her dress over her head. She turned her back to the camera to show off her marks.
    Brie had to hold in her gasp as she focused the camera lens on the dark red marks covering the woman’s shoulders and buttocks. Just seeing them caused goose bumps on Brie’s skin.
    “Aren’t they beautiful?” Rytsar stated affectionately, lightly caressing them.
    Dessa smiled at Rytsar after pulling down her dress, and he kissed her tenderly before leaving her side while she returned to binding the girl.
    Rytsar approached ksana with a ball gag in his hand. “You will be screaming, slave, and we don’t want to disturb our neighbors.” He lifted the large rubber ball to her mouth. “Open.”
    She didn’t have to understand English to know what he wanted. The girl opened her beautiful pink lips and accepted the gag, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he secured it around her head.
    Rytsar turned to Brie. “She’s scared. She knows I will hurt her today, and yet she cannot resist the craving. It is…intoxicating for us both.”
    He stood back to admire the girl. “You look exquisite bound to my cross, waiting patiently for my devilish pleasure.”
    Rytsar left her to pick up an instrument Brie had never seen before. The wand was long, red and triangular in shape, but Brie had no idea what it was used for. As soon as the girl saw it, however, she started whimpering as she struggled against her bonds, tears forming in her eyes.
    Brie noticed that the girl’s eyes were riveted to the tool—not him. He caressed the girl’s wet cheek with his other hand. “Yes, you remember this wand well, don’t you?”
    Rytsar shared, “I allowed her to experience the jolt of the device last time we met, and she didn’t care for it.” He turned back to the girl and crooned softly, “Did you, pet?”
    The girl shook like a leaf when he brought the tool near her face. She turned her head away, but her eyes remained locked on the tool.
    Brie almost felt sorry for her, but reminded herself that ksana had come to play knowing Rytsar’s brand of kink. Brie figured there must be some addictive aspect to the pain that this girl responded to. Why else would she choose not to call her safeword?
    He caressed ksana’s cheek again, whispering seductively for the camera, “She doesn’t know it yet, but she will press her breast into it of her own free will today.”
    The girl whimpered in relief when he put it down and replaced it with the Magic Wand.
    Brie felt her loins tingle pleasantly just seeing the stimulating vibrator in his hand. The girl visibly relaxed as Rytsar knelt on one knee and placed the wand against her lacy panties and pressed. He looked up at his sub and said something in Russian.
    The girl nodded, voicing her agreement verbally for his benefit, “ Da , Rytsar.”
    Rytsar informed Brie, “I explained that when she orgasms it will signify her permission to for me to continue with the other tool.”
    Brie licked her lips, now deliciously nervous for the girl. When Rytsar turned on the Magic Wand, its noisy buzzing brought on warm tinglings between Brie’s legs.
    Ksana closed her eyes, trying desperately to resist the intense vibration of the tool, but there was no escape, bound as she was. Rytsar growled seductively, saying aloud, “You cannot stop what is about to happen, pet. Fight all you want, but