She wanted me to be forever dilated and ready for her, gaping to take my big black master at any moment’s notice. Of course on the fateful occasion in question I’d just been jab-battered to jelly by that thing for over an hour or more. But still I groaned at the way my erection strained afresh when she forced that giant plug back in so deep.
I’d already come twice that day, once in front of a derisive crowd around the disarrayed dinner table. So I couldn’t possibly spew again. Still I remained miserably unfulfilled, writhing in my hogtie before she could chain me up all back-bent again, so that my flagrant need-stub thrust forth that wedding ring pleadingly. After so much torment, wouldn’t she please put me to pleasurable use at last? Mistress read the request in my expression and laughed
