I woke up with a start and groped for your hand. You still haven’t returned from the party. My eyes went to the clock, which already showed midnight. I lolled under the covers and started rubbing my nipples. First gently, then with more pressure. In no time the nipples stood out and I took them between thumb and forefinger.
When I close my eyes, my thoughts circled to your cock. I saw him clearly in my mind’s eye and the twirling of the nipples became stronger. I groaned, felt myself giving myself pleasure and literally sank into her whirlpool.
A hand of mine wandered over my stomach to my middle and two fingers slid between the labia. She was wet in seconds and my slightly suppressed lust broke out more and more. I noticed the soft opening of the door too late.
“Can you tell me what that will be?” I heard, half dazed, the serious voice of my master. With a jerk, he snatched the covers from me and I came back to the here and now. His eyes were angry and he waved his hand to show me where my seat was. Quickly and without thought, I knelt before him, bending all the way down and murmuring under my breath, “I’m sorry, sir. I just felt so very alone.”
I felt his gaze was still icy and he briefly left the room to return with a woman. I heard her heels clacking across the floor. I turned my head and tried to look up. “You keep your head down!” he called to me. I immediately looked back towards the ground. But I pricked up my ears and could only guess what was going on.
Her thong fell to the ground right in front of me and a few minutes later I heard her moaning as well. Inside I was seething, but I wasn’t allowed to show it. I was his and had to obey him. He cared for me, he loved me in his very special way. “Now get up and lie down with us.” I heard his words in a slightly milder mood. “Hands up, legs spread.” I followed and almost knew what was coming. He pulled a rope from the top drawer of the bedside table and first tied my wrists together, then he fastened the rope to an eyelet in the wall.
The ankles were fixed with a splint. There was no escape, no rearing up. ‘What was he up to and what is this bitch doing here?’ Our eyes met and my Lord noticed how I resisted the whole situation internally. He smiled at me and I could read the exact following sentence in his eyes. ‘This is what happens when my princess is naughty.’
My master had sat down in the armchair by the dressing table and was puffing on his cigarette. “Put the cock gag in her mouth, I want to watch you in peace.”
‘Watching what and why that gag? Had I really been that naughty? He could have come home earlier, then I would never have had this lustful thought.’
I just saw myself as right and tugged at the rope. “Now finally put on the gag!” he instructed his playmate. “Open your mouth Princess!” he commanded me.
She adjusted the gag and latched the nape of her neck, half-pressing her breasts into my face. The silicone tasted awful and I had to suppress a slight urge to vomit. She took the rubber cock in her mouth and sucked it wet. My master obviously liked this sight, because I saw in the corner of my eye how his trousers were getting tighter and tighter. “Now turn around and shove the rubber cock into your wet cunt.” followed another instruction to the bitch. I had already half-closed my eyes when she stretched her tight ass towards me.
I felt more than used. My only thought was away, far away from here. Her pelvis rose and fell rhythmically and I heard her moan softly. “Here take this and make my princess really horny.” she got new instructions. It’s unbearable not knowing what’s going to happen and yet I reacted differently.
A soft buzzing sounded in my ear and only seconds later something vibrated on my clit. I gasped for air, which wasn’t easy to do through my nose. The pressure steadily increased and I moaned into the gag, biting into it. My hips tried to break out, but I couldn’t move. “Up the level!” I heard his voice again and there was a nasty grin on her. I just thought. ‘That bastard had his fun and so did the bitch. Where was mine?’ I was so horny now. I wanted his cock without a gag, without a bitch.
The juice pushed out from my center and the scent spread throughout the room. My moans turned into screams as I felt helpless trying to control myself. Coming was forbidden for me and I couldn’t ask either because of the gag. Tears rolled down the cheek and all mush
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