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belly twisted as he closed it so that she was locked in. There
was no way to move.
“I love the helpless look of you bent over
with your ass in the perfect position to take you just like this.”
He slowly stroked her ass cheek and she shivered from desire.
He trailed his fingers down the sides of her
legs, teasing her, taunting her. Then he secured her ankles in the
rings at the base, her legs parted. He could do anything with her
in that position, including taking her from behind.
A highly desirous proposition.
He moved in front of her and crouched so that
he could meet her gaze. “I love the helplessness in your eyes, but
the sign of trust, too. Your trust in me excites me.”
She loved that he liked how she looked and
the way that he talked to her the whole time he had been securing
her.
As she watched, he took off his suit jacket
and laid it aside on one of the benches, then his dress shirt
followed. He removed his shoes and socks next. She watched, hungry
for him as he stripped off his slacks, leaving him in boxer briefs.
There was something so hot about her being secured and played with
by Zach while he was still in a suit and a tie, but it was time for
those clothes to be gone.
Nice.
He had such a powerful body, his muscles
sleek and solid. He walked into a closet and returned. He was
wearing black leather pants now. They looked so good on his
muscular body, his trim hips and his athletic thighs. His cock was
a hard ridge behind the leather.
His expression was intense, almost fierce as
he came toward her. When he reached her, he unlaced the leather tie
on his pants and let his cock and balls out. The sight caused the
ache between her thighs to increase. He moved his erection against
the ring gag, through her parted lips.
“Suck my cock, Christy,” he ordered.
She couldn’t have done anything but obey as
he slid his erection through the O-ring and into her mouth.
His cock was thick and long and she loved
sucking it as he moved his hips against her face. She loved his
scent, his taste. She wished she could touch him, but she could do
nothing else. It felt so erotic being used for his pleasure.
“Good girl.” He drew his cock out of her
mouth then tucked himself back into his leather pants and tied it
again.
With her being in the stocks, she couldn’t
see well but she was able to watch the lower part of him walk to
his wall of devices.
He opened one of the drawers and brought out
what looked like some kind of leather harness with big silver
rings, then returned to her. He crouched down in front of her.
“Beautiful.” He brushed her hair from her
face and kissed the corner of her mouth.
He moved away and went behind her then
started fastening leather straps around her waist and through her
legs.
And then she realized what else he’s been
carrying—a butt plug. He pressed it against her anus and started to
gently push. This plug felt bigger than the one on the saddle and
she held her breath as he slowly pushed it in. She tried to relax
but it was so hard. Again it burned and her eyes watered until it
was fully inside her. He secured the straps and they held the plug
in tight.
“Now,” he said, “we will make this a little
more snug.”
She could see him in the mirror on the wall
as he reached for the little rubber bulb pump hanging out the back
of the plug. He squeezed it slowly three times. Each time she could
feel the plug filling up in her ass.
She moaned through the gag.
“That should be enough.” He patted her ass.
“Can’t get that out, can you? “
She wanted to say, “Are you kidding me? Get
it out?”
He had her. Helpless, gagged, and
plugged.
Yet at the same time it started to feel good.
An extension of him as he had described it, as if it was him taking
her in the ass.
He reached down and tightened the nipple
nooses and she groaned from the increased pain. Then he bent to
kiss her lips around the gag.
She watched as he moved back to the wall.
A flurry of excitement
was no way to move.
“I love the helpless look of you bent over
with your ass in the perfect position to take you just like this.”
He slowly stroked her ass cheek and she shivered from desire.
He trailed his fingers down the sides of her
legs, teasing her, taunting her. Then he secured her ankles in the
rings at the base, her legs parted. He could do anything with her
in that position, including taking her from behind.
A highly desirous proposition.
He moved in front of her and crouched so that
he could meet her gaze. “I love the helplessness in your eyes, but
the sign of trust, too. Your trust in me excites me.”
She loved that he liked how she looked and
the way that he talked to her the whole time he had been securing
her.
As she watched, he took off his suit jacket
and laid it aside on one of the benches, then his dress shirt
followed. He removed his shoes and socks next. She watched, hungry
for him as he stripped off his slacks, leaving him in boxer briefs.
There was something so hot about her being secured and played with
by Zach while he was still in a suit and a tie, but it was time for
those clothes to be gone.
Nice.
He had such a powerful body, his muscles
sleek and solid. He walked into a closet and returned. He was
wearing black leather pants now. They looked so good on his
muscular body, his trim hips and his athletic thighs. His cock was
a hard ridge behind the leather.
His expression was intense, almost fierce as
he came toward her. When he reached her, he unlaced the leather tie
on his pants and let his cock and balls out. The sight caused the
ache between her thighs to increase. He moved his erection against
the ring gag, through her parted lips.
“Suck my cock, Christy,” he ordered.
She couldn’t have done anything but obey as
he slid his erection through the O-ring and into her mouth.
His cock was thick and long and she loved
sucking it as he moved his hips against her face. She loved his
scent, his taste. She wished she could touch him, but she could do
nothing else. It felt so erotic being used for his pleasure.
“Good girl.” He drew his cock out of her
mouth then tucked himself back into his leather pants and tied it
again.
With her being in the stocks, she couldn’t
see well but she was able to watch the lower part of him walk to
his wall of devices.
He opened one of the drawers and brought out
what looked like some kind of leather harness with big silver
rings, then returned to her. He crouched down in front of her.
“Beautiful.” He brushed her hair from her
face and kissed the corner of her mouth.
He moved away and went behind her then
started fastening leather straps around her waist and through her
legs.
And then she realized what else he’s been
carrying—a butt plug. He pressed it against her anus and started to
gently push. This plug felt bigger than the one on the saddle and
she held her breath as he slowly pushed it in. She tried to relax
but it was so hard. Again it burned and her eyes watered until it
was fully inside her. He secured the straps and they held the plug
in tight.
“Now,” he said, “we will make this a little
more snug.”
She could see him in the mirror on the wall
as he reached for the little rubber bulb pump hanging out the back
of the plug. He squeezed it slowly three times. Each time she could
feel the plug filling up in her ass.
She moaned through the gag.
“That should be enough.” He patted her ass.
“Can’t get that out, can you? “
She wanted to say, “Are you kidding me? Get
it out?”
He had her. Helpless, gagged, and
plugged.
Yet at the same time it started to feel good.
An extension of him as he had described it, as if it was him taking
her in the ass.
He reached down and tightened the nipple
nooses and she groaned from the increased pain. Then he bent to
kiss her lips around the gag.
She watched as he moved back to the wall.
A flurry of excitement