A master makes use of his bird slave’s forbidden hole…
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I looked down on her, the little yellow bird all nice and trussed up for me. Standing, my little trophy, she had been bound with her arms up high, wrists together, by another slave in my bedchamber, which came complete with a four-poster bed that oozed extravagance. It wasn’t that four-poster beds were particularly common though, except for the fact that they were rather useful as a place for tying up pleasure slaves as and when their services were required.
I had not used the bed, however, that time, leaving her standing, the leather of the lusciously well-oiled harness gleaming as it crisscrossed her torso, putting her on display, on show just for me. She chirped, orange plumage catching the eye, but was all the more appealing for how she shivered and lifted her tail-feathers for me, expecting to be called on to provide pleasure at any moment, beak parted. Yet she was not in a position to give me a blowjob and that was not what I wanted from her at that time.