My Master repeats this to my right. “Tension her up, Michael.” He draws the chain to my right; Michael the one to my left, and my ankles are eased apart, my thighs opened, my s*x exposed. They leave me a little movement. I can’t close my ankles, but I could widen them, except that I’m already teetering.
Michael stands, saunters close, resting his hands either side of my face, “Alright, Babe?”
“I’m fine.”
I’m better than fine. I’m warm inside; streaming and swelling. But the plug is driving me wild…
I want to be filled…
Really filled…
By a man…
By men…
Michael snuffs. “So you are.” Still holding my face, he kisses me softly, brushes fingers over my lips, then returns to Beth. Looping an arm around her, he drops a hand to stroke her thighs.
Close by my face, my Master whispers, “Ric
