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Peeping Tawnie
(Faye Valentine)

Her desire to explore her sexuality overshadowed by her need to go peeping again, Tawnie thought about donning her new fetishwear, but knew she was not the only one to use Sycamore Rise to gaze at the stars so instead opted for a pair of dildo panties with inflatable plugs which she inflated to the verge of hurting over which she wore a pair of shorts, cloverleaf clamps pinching her nipples hard, a latex crop top, dark gray tee shirt, normal socks and shoes, and finally a sleek purple nappa-lined black leather collar around her neck. Giving herself a once-over in the full-length mirror, she smiled in approval.

Arriving at her favorite place overlooking Sapphire City to an empty parking lot, Tawnie climbed the tall hill, picked the prime location for staring up at the night sky, or out over the city, she sat the small cooler of drinks next to a backpack filled with goodies she may or may not use throughout the night, and then set her telescope up. No one else arriving, she aimed the device towards the homes and apartments and began the slow scan searching for anything exciting to get herself off to. The house that set everything in motion dark, she sighed and moved on. Families watching TV. Couples cuddled on the couch or in bed. Catching sight of a tall, well-toned naked black man with an impressive cock hanging between his legs, her interest was piqued, but was dashed when he disappeared from sight into another room. Waiting a few minutes, she moved on out of boredom and a desperate want to find another pervert to validate her own feelings.

Directing her telescope a little closer to home, Tawnie was beginning to lose hope when she hit the proverbial jackpot. Through an unobstructed window in the back of a house she watched as what she initially thought was a tall, lithe brunette cis woman turned to the side revealing not only a pair of naturally perky breasts, but a long, thick cock and large balls. Then, a familiar face entered the scene, knelt, and took that impressive dick into her mouth. Holy fucking hell! Megan? She thought as she watched one of her friends sucking off a transgender woman. It was then Tawnie took notice of the toys hanging and lining shelves on the far wall. Then the right side of a Saint Andrews cross. The left side of what she thought might be a spanking bench. Two sex machines. An octopus chair. Fuck! She's in a dungeon. Is she submissive too? Is she dominant and the other woman the submissive one? 

Grabbing a handful of Megan's long dirty blonde hair, the trans woman slammed her cock in and out of the kneeling woman's mouth until copious amounts of saliva were pouring from both sides and tears flowed down her cheeks. Then as quickly as it started, it stopped. Stepping back, the trans woman looked down, smiled, and then slapped Megan hard on the right breast. Then the left. Pinching the kneeling woman's nipples, she pulled until they slowly slipped free.

I guess that answers that question. Hot! Tawnie thought as she watched her friend enduring some pretty brutal breast bondage. 

"You know what I want, slave. Are you ready to be my breeding cow or shall I continue torturing your fat tits?" Tawnie read the trans woman's lips - a talent she learned alongside her deaf mother. 

"I... I'm ready to let you breed me, Mistress," Megan answered.

"Are you sure that's what you want, slave? You know it means daily breedings, being placed in chastity to prevent you cheating on me, and being marked as such, right?"

"I understand, Mistress."

"And that's what you want, slave?"

"Yes Mistress."