The Table
Strapped to the table like a human sacrifice, told clearly NOT to cry out or say anything unless given clear permission to do so, the need to scream out with pure release is overwhelming.
Gasping for breath, trembling, short gulps of air to help focus your mind, anxious to please and follow Orders but on the edge of letting everything go.
The previously cold and uninviting Oak table was not as warm as a furnace as her body was on fire with a mixture of pain, pleasure and expectation.
On your back I will decide how long you will be held in that position: the point of it is to really make sure that you understand your role and purpose.
On your back with your legs tied to the table, do not think the position is just about fucking you: that is part of it but only a part. This is Toy Time: Wand and Dildo, Used at my discretion obviously.
I will plug and unplug you at my Will. Sometimes you will be plugged while I fuck you, sometimes not. I decide.
You will give me a Blowjob as and when I decide it is time to set you free. Fully in your throat and you will lick and suck my balls, under my instruction. If you are good, I might spank you as a reward, but that is a long way off.
Do NOT think you can cum at your will: i decide when and how and you will ask me for permission first. This is a gift and not to be taken for granted.
You belong to me, in every way.