Soon I was on my back with my arms and legs drawn up and out as tightly as possible using my new jewelry. Hattie, of course, slipped the same sort of rope around my waist as she had when she’d bound and splayed me this way at home. She explained to Jen, “He’s such a lively naughty boy, especially when his balls are being spanked, that it’s hard to keep the best aim if we don’t pin his waist to the bed before punishing him in this position. Do you want to have first shot at sitting on his face while we remind him who the Mistresses are here?”
As if I had any doubts...but nonetheless, Mistress Jen decided it was worth the effort to squirm her voluptuous hips out of the strap-on harness (an erotic masterpiece to observe in its own right, in the humble opinion of this particular naughty boy).
