Chapter Seven
Drew
After yet another fantastic, demanding, and desperately frustrating afternoon Mistress Dara climbs off the c**k jutting up from my face. Only this time we aren’t sharing a luxurious bed. Once again I’m stretched by shackles to the brink of dislocation, this time on the simple horizontal rack. My abdomen rises in a swollen dome from the outrageous inflation of my rectum, lifting my tied-up p***s high. Achingly erect, this still throbs hotly from its long hours of teasing – not to mention the excitement of my beloved owner ecstatically riding my face for so long. Expecting her to now hogtie and suspend me in my cell, or impale me hung by the neck on that bowling pin and/or hook me up to one of her electro-mechanical contraptions as she usually does before leaving, Mistre
