I let my body slip into its familiar curves and I’m instantly taken back to a particular night about a month ago, when Master used the Flip-Stage as a riser for the Esse. He said it was an early birthday present for me, a extra reward for my steady progress as his pet.
I wet my fingers between my legs and paint your face until you are glistening. I wipe the last of my wetness around your nose, surrounding you with my scent. I then pull down the blindfold so you can concentrate on your sense of smell…and not see what’s coming next.
She felt his right hand with fingers spread wide squeeze into her hip as he moved matching his body to hers. The warmth of his skin felt so awakening against her exposed body she almost didn’t notice the warmer feeling as he thrust deeply finally burying his cock into her waiting wetness.
As she sits up she notices me standing in the cracked doorway. She gives me a devilish grin and slowly walks toward the door. Man, she’s fucking beautiful all naked and glistening. I’m sure she’s going to slam it in my face but instead, she opens the door and pulls me by my tie to the Esse.
The Barcelona Collar was buckled around my neck then an Oxballs Cockring snapped tight at the base of my throbbing shaft and balls—but wait a minute. If Jenn was holding my wrists, who was applying the gear? I was then led around the room and nudged down onto all fours. My wrists and ankles were secured to the Black Label Center Stage.