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My potential "slave"......
ass, balls, and wallet had better be prepared for what is
He shifted slightly, his weight resting
heavily on his ribs, across the slightly padded top of the bench
that was beneath him. His arms were starting to ache a bit, the
weight of them hanging from the cuffs on his wrists that were chained
to the metal rings screwed into the wall. He felt a little moisture
drool from the corner of his mouth, the ball gag deep inside it
making it hard to control, and impossible to speak. The hood was
tight around his head, laced very strictly, then locked with a tiny
chain, so even if his hands had been free, hed have been unable
to remove it. He could feel the weight of the metal collar locked
at his through, heavy on the back of his neck in his bent-forward
His ankles were spread wide, each in
a cuff at either end of the ankle spreader. His cock was pressed
tightly against the leather of the shorts, locked onto him at
the front, and at the thighs. He had heard the tag of the rear
zipper moving, so he knew it wasnt on the post in the rear.
Within the shorts, he could feel the tightness of the leather
strap around the base of his cock and balls, the weight of the
padlock keeping it there.
He strained to hear her return, wondering
how long shed leave him here, bound tightly, helpless, waiting,
wondering. His cock ached; it was so hard, hungry to be used.
Part of him reveled that she could bring out his slut side so
easily; part of him rebelled, not wanting to give in this quickly.