You sat there in the gray thong, crouching down on your tip-toes, ass looking like it was left on a platter. So white, just the right contrast with that gray thong.
Hands tied down with rope, rough brown stock, rope twisting and squeezing so your hands constantly push those pale and plush titties up. Little pink nipples, hard as they are, bring out the red of your hair. Your face looks like it’s starting to hurt, too much strain in your ankles, too much pressure pushing on your tits, maybe your back is starting to ache, but you sit obedient just the same.
There’s a thin mattress laying on the hardwood floor in front of you. It would be so easy to just give up and fall on the soft release, I’m not even in the room right now.
You keep the position, wait on me to come back in and pull on that gray thong. You’re at that point where you’re not sweating but perspiring, skin looks like it’s trying to catch a breath on the hot day. I squeeze one of your pink nipples, I pull it out and pull it again. They sure do have some stretch in them if a person had the inclination for that.
You wouldn’t of thought about that until you met me. You lived a normal life and thought you were just a failure at that. Now you sit, obedient, as I take the metal plug and force it in your mouth. You know what that means, you moan as my hand goes to that gray thong and pulls on that pussy. My pussy.
I like the color of it, how it looks waiting for me, the sound you make even though you knew it was coming. It sounds so good blocked by that plug. You have to be anticipating it as I pull the metal from your mouth, wet with your saliva. I pull on that old gray thong.
You’re sweating, you smell like something, the only word that fits is a slave. A stinky, wet mess waiting to feel that warm metal plug work it’s way in your asshole, to find a comfortable position in an uncomfortable place.
When you feel it on your asshole all you can do is wait. Your tits are changing color, I’m going to have to unbind your arms and find something else to keep you occupied, but first I have to ease that metal into your pink hole.
That sound, when it finally goes in, how long were you waiting? Your legs hurt, your arms hurt, I try and untie you like you deserve: like you’re a piece of meat. The marks aren’t bad, my hands rub against your wrists and fingers, you nod you can feel it, no numbness, but I can see you feel that release on your tits, blood is flowing again. I ease you onto that mattress, I bind your ankles and wrists with leather straps, I hope you didn’t have plans, because I’m tying the magic wand up to keep you occupied. I’m going to go upstairs and watch The Simpsons. I’m sure you’ll be OK.
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