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His expression was intense, almost fierce as
he came toward her. When he reached her, he unlaced the leather tie
on his pants and let his cock and balls out. The sight caused the
ache between her thighs to increase. He moved his erection against
the ring gag, through her parted lips.

“Suck my cock, Christy,” he ordered.

She couldn’t have done anything but obey as
he slid his erection through the O-ring and into her mouth.

His cock was thick and long and she loved
sucking it as he moved his hips against her face. She loved his
scent, his taste. She wished she could touch him, but she could do
nothing else. It felt so erotic being used for his pleasure.

“Good girl.” He drew his cock out of her
mouth then tucked himself back into his leather pants and tied it
again.

With her being in the stocks, she couldn’t
see well but she was able to watch the lower part of him walk to
his wall of devices.

He opened one of the drawers and brought out
what looked like some kind of leather harness with big silver
rings, then returned to her. He crouched down in front of her.

“Beautiful.” He brushed her hair from her
face and kissed the corner of her mouth.

He moved away and went behind her then
started fastening leather straps around her waist and through her
legs.

And then she realized what else he’s been
carrying—a butt plug. He pressed it against her anus and started to
gently push. This plug felt bigger than the one on the saddle and
she held her breath as he slowly pushed it in. She tried to relax
but it was so hard. Again it burned and her eyes watered until it
was fully inside her. He secured the straps and they held the plug
in tight.

“Now,” he said, “we will make this a little
more snug.”

She could see him in the mirror on the wall
as he reached for the little rubber bulb pump hanging out the back
of the plug. He squeezed it slowly three times. Each time she could
feel the plug filling up in her ass.

She moaned through the gag.

“That should be enough.” He patted her ass.
“Can’t get that out, can you? “

She wanted to say, “Are you kidding me? Get
it out?”

He had her. Helpless, gagged, and
plugged.

Yet at the same time it started to feel good.
An extension of him as he had described it, as if it was him taking
her in the ass.

He reached down and tightened the nipple
nooses and she groaned from the increased pain. Then he bent to
kiss her lips around the gag.

She watched as he moved back to the wall.

A flurry of excitement went through her at
the thought that she was really doing this, really doing it with
Zach. So far everything had been amazing.

He stopped to take a few pictures and it made
her ache even more between her thighs. Something about it felt so
naughty—she loved it.

After he set down the camera, he came toward
her with a flogger.

Her anticipation turned to nervousness. Yes,
she was really doing this and about to get flogged.

“I want to see you pink.” When he reached
her, he started caressing her body with the flogger’s strips of
soft leather. “Just for me.”

Christy shivered from the erotic sensation of
Zach teasing her with the flogger, as she stood bent over and
secured for him to do what he wanted to with her.

He went in front of her and crouched again so
that she could see his face. “I told you there would be
consequences for not obeying me immediately. Now you will be
reminded so that you never do it again.”

Zach started using the flogger on her in a
way that told her he knew really well what he was doing. At first
it didn’t feel bad at all. But then after he concentrated on one
area for a bit it started to burn and sting. A part of her thought
how interesting that the pain turned into pleasure when he stopped
flogging one part of her. But then he started it all over again on
another part of her body and it stung and burned like crazy.

Tears wet her eyes from the harsh sting all
over her backside, but she was also excited beyond what she had
imagined.

“Good girl.” When he was finished, he tossed
aside the flogger running his hands over her body that felt hot
everywhere a strap had touched. Then he slipped his fingers into
her folds.

She caught her breath and squirmed against
his hand, wanting him to continue. It felt so good. She was so
sensitive, so close…

“That’s enough.” He moved his hand away and
stopped touching her clit. “If you thought the flogger was bad,
that’s nothing compared to what I’ll do if you come before I say
you can.”

A niggling of fear crept in, but she pushed
it aside.

He took her out of the stocks. She felt
relief that she was no longer stretched out and secured so tightly.
He left the butt plug, the harness holding it in snugly. She could
feel the continued pressure.

“How do you like it?” he asked after he
removed the ring gag.

“I’ve never been so excited.” She found it
hard to explain how amazing it had been so far. “I love it. It’s
better than I ever imagined.”

He kissed her long and slow and she sighed as
he stepped back and walked to the drawers.

As she waited, he retrieved the same leather
ankle and wrist cuffs that he had used on her last night, as well
as a ball gag, and he returned. The rings on the cuffs jingled as
he put them on her.

From inserting the new gag to putting on her
cuffs, everything he did was sensual and slow, heightening her
arousal that mixed with the small amount of fear she was
experiencing.

Next he retrieved a thick leather collar with
O-rings on it and secured that around her neck. She thought about
all of the women she had seen and what had been done to them, and
how much she had wanted to try those things. She was finally
getting her wish. And she was getting it with Zach.

“How are you doing?” He moved in front of her
and palmed her breasts, then pinched her nipples that still had the
nipple nooses on them.

With the ball gag in, all she could do was
wince and nod.

“On your knees on the mat.” He guided her
down, keeping her from falling as he did so. “Now lean forward so
that you are on your shoulders, knees under you.” He helped her so
she would not fall forward. “Put your arms between your legs.”

She wasn’t sure what he meant but he helped
her, having her lean forward so that she was on her haunches, her
face to the mat, and her arms between her legs. He took off the
lock that had held the two cuffs together, freeing her for a
moment.

But then he said, “Put your arms through your
legs and touch your ankles.”

She had no idea what he meant.

He took one of her arms by her wrist and
moved it down so that it was between her thighs. And then he forced
her to move her arm down more, which caused her to have to lie on
her shoulder. Then he locked her wrist to her ankle he did the same
with her other wrist and ankle.

She was in the most vulnerable position she
had ever been in her life. She couldn’t move anything, her ass was
up in the air, and her thighs spread wide.

“How are you feeling?” He stroked her
shoulder. “Do you like being my toy to do whatever I want to?”

She nodded, her cheek rubbing against the
mat, her hair over her face. It was all so bizarre yet it was
amazing how it felt to be his toy.

He palmed her butt cheeks. “Look at this fine
ass. I should take you just like this. Would you like that?”

Yes…she would love it.

She nodded and groaned. “Uhummph.”

“You’ll have to wait a little longer for
that.” He patted her ass. “But, I have something else in mind that
you will love.”

She couldn’t see anything but she heard a
buzzing sound and then something placed against her pussy. A
vibrator. Not just any vibrator but the mother of all vibrators.
One that was so amazing she was sure she was going to come almost
at once.

“How is that?” He moved the vibrator over her
clit. “Do you like that?”

She nodded. She looooved it. She could feel
an orgasm charging forward, coming closer and closer—

“Don’t come, Christy,” he said. “Not until I
give you permission.”

Again? Is he crazy—?

The vibrator stopped. “Can’t have you coming
too soon.”

No. Don’t stop. She wanted to scream. That
was the third time he had denied her an orgasm. All she could do
was make sounds behind the gag that made no sense. Her body
throbbed, her clit so sensitive that it seemed like the slightest
touch would set it off. He continued to bring her close to orgasm
and then stopping before starting again. Her groans of excitement
told him when to back off.

After five minutes of the little orgasm
denial game, he unlocked her wrists from her ankles and relief made
her limp. Still she needed an orgasm so badly that her body felt
like she might come undone.

She felt lightheaded as he helped her to her
feet and directed her to the toy wall again. There he took off her
wrist and ankle cuffs and replaced them with different kinds of
cuffs that she had seen before but couldn’t remember where. He also
put a wide belt around her waist then added thigh cuffs. There were
big O-rings on everything.

He went to another drawer and took out a hair
tie then returned and jerked her head back as he gathered her hair
in a tight ponytail.

When he finished, he grabbed her ponytail and
pulled her head back as he kissed her at the corner of her mouth,
and he pressed his rigid cock against her belly.

Then he led her over to the corner where the
black ropes were hanging down from the pulleys. Now she remembered
where she had seen the special cuffs. They were suspension
cuffs.

He guided her toward the ropes that hung over
a mat then paused to trail kisses along her jaw to her ear. He
nipped her ear and her entire body felt like it was a mass of
nerves, and every touch sent sensations straight between her
thighs.

“Lie on your belly on the mat,” he said as he
drew away.

When she was lying facedown, he pulled her
arms back and attached her wrist cuffs to her ankle cuffs in a
hogtie. Then he started attaching ropes with heavy clips to the
cuffs, including her thighs and her waist and he added a torso
harness also.

What was he going to do now? Her heart beat
faster. She loved the anticipation, the wondering. Trusting
him.

“I love how you are handling everything.” He
caressed her shoulder and kissed the top of her head before getting
up.

He went to the wall and pressed a button. She
caught her breath as the pulleys raised her up, slowly, until she
was about three feet from the floor. It was a wild feeling hanging
from a beam in the exposed ceiling.

When she was suspended, he moved in front of
her. “Do you like this?

She couldn’t nod so she made an affirmative
sound.

“Do you want more?” he asked.

Again she made a sound meaning yes!

He grabbed his camera and took multiple shots
of her from all angles.

Again he set the camera aside and he untied
the leather tie on his pants. He grabbed her by her ponytail,
pulling her closer and undid the buckle on the ball gag and dropped
it on the floor. He pressed his cock against her lips and she
opened her mouth and he slid his cock in. He grasped her head and
she bounced back and forth in the air as he moved her up and down
his cock.

“Damn, but I love your mouth.” He pulled out.
“If I didn’t have something better in mind I would come right now
and you’d swallow every drop of my come. Wouldn’t you,” he
stated.

Another affirmative sound as she sucked his
cock. She would love to do that, love to do anything for him.

He moved away then came up from behind her,
placed his hands on her ass, and pushed.

She gave a little cry of surprise and her
head spun, and she felt almost dizzy. Yet free and exhilarating,
too, and she wondered if that might be what it felt like to
fly.

He pushed her back and forth like she was on
a kids’ swing, only in a much different position. In the mirrors
she saw herself swinging and what she looked like with only her
stockings on. Seeing herself like that made things even more
erotic.

Another swing and then he caught her by her
thighs from behind and held her still. He spread her thighs,
grabbed her by her hips, and drove his cock inside her.

Her eyes felt like they were going to cross
from the amazing feeling of him fucking her while she was suspended
in midair. She moved back and forth in the air as he took her hard
from behind, the sound of their bodies meeting a rhythmic slap.

She was so sensitized from all that he’d done
to her and she could feel her orgasm bearing down on her like a
landslide. It felt like every one of her senses was cut off except
for feeling him pounding inside of her and the orgasm that was
coming faster and faster toward her.

“Don’t come, Christy.” He continued to slam
into her. “Remember, consequences.”

By then she didn’t care. She needed to come
so badly and there was no way she could go back now. Her orgasm
slammed into her. Her body jerked and her core contracted around
his cock. She felt him throbbing inside of her even as everything
pulsated within her.

She sagged, exhausted but happily sated, as
he moved away and then he lowered her to the mat.

He released her from the hogtie and helped
her to her feet, then brought her into his arms and kissed her
forehead.

For a long moment he held her before drawing
back and frowning at her. “I told you not to come.”

“I couldn’t help it.” She gave him a pleading
look.

He shook his head. “There is no excuse for
not obeying.”