Daniel hauled Stephanie to her feet by the crotch-rope. With a cry Stephanie stood up on her toes, then Daniel pulled her to just under the ceiling hook. He threaded a rope through it, then passed it between her wrists and pulled them up, up, way up, straight out behind her and above her shoulders. Daniel kicked her legs apart and attached a long, metal bar with leather cuffs at either end to her ankles. He ran his hands over her tight legs, her strained arms, slapped her once on the ass and then retreated to a part of the room I couldn’t see.
Stephanie’s mouth grimaced. Her spread legs shook, but she didn’t complain, didn’t make a sound. From between her legs a small drip formed at the bottom of the crotch rope. It hung there for a second, then plopped on the hardwood floor, followed by another, and another.
Daniel called out from his hiding spot. “Are you prepared to please your master?”
“Yes, sir,” Stephanie barely said.
Daniel came back and leaned in front of Stephanie, face to face. “What was that, my slave? I didn’t hear you.” He squeezed a n****e.
Stephanie gasped. “Ahh! Yes, sir! This slave is ready. Let me please you. f**k me. Oh, please, f**k me.”
My fingers moved in and out. f**k me. f**k me, please. I need it too. Slow. Slower. Fuuucck meee.
Daniel reached up and pulled off the blindfold. Stephanie’s red-rimmed eyes stared back at him.
“f**k me. Oh, god, I need it. I promise I won’t come. I promise. Just use me –”
Daniel grabbed the back of Stephanie’s head and kissed her, long and deep. She returned it, just as passionate, then kissed him all over his face. Daniel held up a red, rubber ball with straps dangled from either side. He allowed Stephanie to kiss him some more and then he shoved the ball in her mouth. The straps wound about her cheeks and buckled in back. Now gagged, Stephanie closed her eyes and sniffled while her fingers spread out above and behind her, then formed into tiny fists. Daniel got up and stood behind her, his hard, straight c**k just inches away.
Daniel speared her.
My fingers drove in all the way. I pushed, pushed them inside me, all the way, right up to the knuckles. I stroked my clit, pinched my p***y lips. Do it. Do it!
Stephanie closed her eyes and cried out behind her gag, deep and throaty. Daniel’s hips pounded against her ass. She squealed under his determined thrusts, but a little less each time. She...
She stared right at me.
Our eyes met. She knew I was there, but I couldn’t run. Not yet. I was close. So close!
Stick a c**k inside me! Let stern but gentle hands make me serve. Keep my arms tied, my legs spread. c**k, c**k, c**k. f**k me. Make me come! Make me— Oh, at last! Feel the flood, the release. Ah! Ahh!
“Ahhh!” I cried out.
“What was that?” Daniel stopped. He glanced around, listened.
Stephanie’s head shook three times. “Ermph! Ermph! Ermph!”
Daniel focused back on Stephanie. “That was you? You made a promise, slave!”
They stayed that way a moment; Daniel stood stock still while Stephanie’s tremors subsided and her gagged squeals faded away.
Then Daniel softened. He leaned forward and caressed Stephanie’s t**s. “But then, some promises are meant to be broken.”
He squeezed her n*****s, and then resumed his f*****g of her. Stephanie pinned me with her eyes again. Did she nod at me?
I wasn’t sure. All I knew was I crawled away, back to my kitchen where I lay curled up on the floor for a long time.
Yes, master.