Fantasy Zones

Back and forth.

In rythmic motion.

Again, and again.

Back and forth it rocks, in steady motion, as you, mounted upon it, moan and drool from your ball-gag.

Daddy's birthday gift was certainly more for his amusement than yours, though you were certainly not unrewarded, just not on your terms. Daddy always dictated the terms, and you...well you were always easily bent to his will.

He's dressed you up like a cute doll in white stockings with pink bows, a pink leather collar, and white mittens, which are bound behind your back. Your thighs and ankles are tightly strapped to the horse, keeping you in place. Atop your head is a large pink girly bow, matched by the pink ball-gag stuffing your mouth.

You look like a doll. Daddy's little fuckdoll.

You had thought Daddy was just making you ride a rocking horse, that you could retain some control of yourself, but, as you were now discovering, it was a rocking horse with a sybian cleverly built into it. Bound to the horse, there was zero escape from the sybian's overpowering dirge, its intense vibrations surging up into your honeypot and eviscerating your self-control.

Daddy gave you no respite. He had no time for niceties. You squirmed on the stimulating steed, becoming an entertaining ornament.

Back and forth.

You dribble drool from the large pink gag stuffing and stretching your mouth, struggling to even hold even a single thought as your pussy throbs and pulsates.

The motion, combined with the merciless stimulation between your thighs, creates a circular, inescapable rythm. Your squirming on the horse makes it rock back and forth, as your body behaves as Daddy's dumb marionette.

Pleasure courses through your body, exploding upwards from your twat, rendering your eyes glazed and dumb. The vacant expression of a bimbo, as the demands of your pussy forbid any thinking. Every minute on the rocking horse makes you dumber and wetter, and needier.ĺ

Daddy looks upon you and smiles, as you brainlessly rock back and forth, drooling from your gag like an idiot, a slave to your primal lusts, his adorable dumb fuckdoll, unable to defy what you are.

You rock back and forth, tits bouncing amusingly as you moan helplessly, as the rocking horse slowly but surely melts your brain and molds your purpose, becoming a vacuous toy for Daddy, who smiles at you and levers at you, his amusing, dumb little toy.

Abigail, your intern, was suspended in the centre of the lounge, no longer dressed in her smart pants and blazer, instead encased in a luridly pink tight latex bodysuit that exposed every curve of her nubile young body. Her ankles either side of her shoulders, her arms bound behind her in a strappado, and her mouth stuffed by a large pink ball-gag from which she drooled, all she could do was hang their, like an ornamental piece of sexualized art.

He spun her around for you to examine, and you could not help but enjoy it, as he slapped her ass casually, then smiled at you, and handed you a small pink remote. 

"Try it", he said, his eyes warmly gazing upon you. You paused for a moment, then thought, "might as well try it", as you tapped the button.

Abigail squirmed and writhed helplessly, swinging about as she dangled like a sexual bauble. You could hear a soft vibrating sound emanating from her crotch. He again smacked Abugail's tight, peachy bottom, making her yelp through her pink ball-gag.

You could not help but grin at her pathetic moans and yelps, especially as she was one of those girls who put on a classy, cerebral demeanor, as if she was too good for cock.

You pushed the button again, increasing Abigail's pleasure-torment. She squirmed and wiggled, drool dribbling from her pink gag as you derived immense satosfaction from her defenestration.

As you enjoyed her humiliation, he discreetly fastened a collar around your neck, his hand gripping your neck delicately, yet powerfully. The  combination of Abigail squirming and drooling, and his touching and collaring of you, proved overwhelming.

Two weeks later.

Elizabeth arrived, grinning at the two bound and gagged, objectified sluts suspended in the centre of the lounge.

Abigail and you, suspended and drooling, dangled like helpless, dumb fucktoys, as Elizabeth, like you before her, used the same remote you once held, controlling Abigail's pussy and yours, and as she did so, he discreetly fastened a leather collar around her neck.

She would soon be joining you and Abigail in the toy collection.