Emily licked Brandi’s pussy knowing full well the camera was sending the image across the internet to dozens of people who were paying to watch her clean her Mistress.  It wasn’t the first time and she didn’t expect it to be the last time either.

She held on to the legs of the “chair” and let her body drop down a little more so she could continue licking while looking up at the camera mounted overhead.  She knew the viewers were seeing the joy on her face because she could feel the moisture in her pussy growing as she worked harder and harder.

She imagined they could also see the tattoo on her shoulder, Brandi had taken her to get it a few weeks ago, it was “upside down” so Brandi could see it each time Emily licked her pussy, just like the one on her other shoulder.  “Brandi’s Property”, thinking of it made her push her face even harder in to her Mistress’s snatch and a tiny orgasm washed over her.

She felt Brandi’s hips buck in to her face and heard her Mistress orgasm, her body arching and twitching as Emily received a jolt of pleasure knowing she had done well by making her cum.

Emily continued to nuzzle her Mistress’s pussy until she felt her hand caress her head, “Mmmmm… suck a good little pussy licker now aren’t you?”

“Oui Mistriss.” she replied as she looked up with adoring eyes, leaving her lips slightly parted.

Brandi smiled and pulled herself upright a bit before standing up, straddling the chair.  Emily stayed on her knees.

Brandi swung a leg overhead and walked over to the table just out of sight of the camera and picked up several items, the walked back over to Emily.  She patted the seat twice and issues and command, “Up.  Face down.”

Emily crawled up on to the chair, face first and positioned herself with her legs spread so the camera had a good look at her dripping pussy.  Then she felt Brandi take her arms and pull them above her head, first using a set of cuffs to lock her elbows to the rings by her head and then her wrists to a second set of wrings higher up on the metal frame of the chair.

Brandi walked back over to the table and and retrieved a long spreader bar and attached each end to her ankles, securing it also to the rings at the base of the chair legs.  Brandi then grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up over her ass, revealing the second tattoo she had received, “Brandi’s Ass”.

Brandi’s hand fell down on to her left ass cheek, “Un. Deux. Trois. Quartre. Cinq.”, she called out as she counted each smack that landed.

Then Brandie walked back over to the table and retrieved two other items.  When she returned, Emily felt the small but powerful vibrator against her pussy and then felt it slip in and start to hum, sending pleasure straight to her brain.

What she couldn’t see, but knew was happening was Brandi showing off the strap on dildo to the camera.  She didn’t have to wait long though for it’s tip to press against her sphincter.

“Oui Mistress, faire usage de moi!”

Emily felt the dildo push in but the pleasure coming from her pussy was overwhelming, “Merci!  Merci!  Plus!  Plus!”

Brandi rocked back and froth, pushing the dildo in and out of Emily’s ass as she looked up at the camera, her eyes filled with pleasure, her face covered in bliss as her Mistress fucked her ass.

Emily knew her Mistress as training her to be an anal slut, that one day the vibrator in her pussy would no longer be there but the pleasure of her ass being pounded would none the less send wave after wave of pleasure through her body.

Deep down something told her she shouldn’t want it, need it, like she did, but the best part of her day was giving herself an enema.  Cleaning her own ass, so that it was ready to be used by her Mistress was almost enough to push her over the edge each time she did it.

A strong stroke of the dildo brought Emily back to the moment and it was followed by a smack of Brandi’s hand across her ass.  Then Brandi reached out and grabbed her hair, pulling her head back as far as she could in the restraints.

“Cum for your Mistress, my little french anal slut.” Brandi said as she looked up to the camera above and gave another had thrust.

“Oui Mistressssssssss!” Emily called out as the orgasm crashed over her.

She recovered a few minutes later and managed to raise her head enough to see the light on the camera was off, she smiled and let her head rest on the back of the chair, she couldn’t wait for the day when the vibrator was no longer necessary.  Maybe then when she cleaned herself she really would cum and be the perfect french anal slut that her Mistress wanted her to be.

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