He thrusts himself into my pussy or anus but doesn't touch my clit or breasts. I can't remember this ever happening but I'd probably enjoy it. I can imagine myself just resting there letting him do what he wants waiting patiently for him to really turn me on by touching my erogenous zones. Of course, I'd only refraim from touching my clit myself if I'd been instructed not to. But this is the way dominance and bondage games are sometimes played. In the club the man would not be allowed to actually fuck me with his penis. But using other things to excite me while keeping me short of having a climax is often done. Hank, however, wasn't playing that particular game. He was letting me build toward a climax, perhaps too quickly.
Hank has now attached my ankles to the floor out to the sides and slightly back of my hips. It doesn't hurt much, but feels like it should. My pelvis protrudes in front of me. The ropes keep me from falling forward. My pussy lips are pulled apart, my clit popping out from under my hood. Hank walks around to inspect me. I am so helpless and open and empty, I could feel no more naked or exposed. I look at him with carnal lust and my pussy explodes. He is unprepared and only misses a hosing because he is standing slightly to one side.
Yet this is our secret. Hank smiles and acts like I have responded as he wishes. Part of the performance is for my benefit, part for his, but mostly for the audience. A slave in bondage is only supposed to cume when her master wishes. We both pretend this was his wish.
Hank is holding the feather I mentioned earlier. He touches it to my sensitive clit. Perhaps five minutes have passed before he does this. It feels to me like no time has passed. But some must have because my body responds again, my chamber refilled is now emptying again on the floor. I have no sense of time but Hank can tell when I'm again ready. The third time it only takes a touch on one of my nipples. But both of these times I have his permission, so I eagerly deliver my cume when the stimulus is applied. I couldn't be happier.
My lips are swollen, cume soaked, and ugly. Frank would say beautiful. Apparently the other men looking at me agree. I'm glad men think so.
Hank releases my ankles, pops my ass off the anal dildo, turns me around and pulls my wrists down to the floor draping my bent body over a padded "horse". I am told to keep my legs wide spread. I thank him for allowing me to do so. I don't know what I will enjoy more, displaying my open orifices or feeling them filled with various toys. Hank could skip the toys, since their use is very common. But there's a reason they get used so often when a girl is forced to assume this position. I smile and think of Frank's erection as I feel a large, rubbery object enter my pussy. Frank has told me that seeing me abused like this is more of a turn on for him than when it's other women because he's still as much in love with me as ever.
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