Blinking blearily against the glare, I at last focused in on the sight of Ariel training a tripod-mounted video camera on me. The nearby TV monitor showed a real-time image of me sitting dazed and naked in my bonds. After sharpening the focus a bit, my owner and fiancé (now wearing a bulky robe that effectively concealed her own madly desirable if lately thickened body) approached me and at last ripped that wickedly conceived gag from my face.
“Listen to me now, slave,” she sternly addressed me. “I promised you could have an orgasm today, and I meant it. So I’m going to allow you to masturbate now. But you’re going to do it exactly according to my instructions. Is that understood?”
“Yes, my darling!” I croaked, my voice trembling and breaking as it emerged from my parched mouth and throa
