Ready to Dance pt. 2
By BoundNightmares
Copyright 2009 by BoundNightmares
Also from BoundNightmares
Ready to Dance?
Pliable
Darkness
Simple Freedoms
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The next morning, we get dressed in some old clothes and head for home. I tell Michelle that we are probably going to return tonight if she is up for it.
“Master, last night was very intense and your slave could use some rest. Maybe we could spend the day in, and go back Saturday night,” she replied.
“I suppose I could allow you to lie down and rest some today, but we are going back tonight. You are going back in the cage. I will keep the rest a surprise.”
When we got home, I told Michelle to go take a shower. “When you get done, put on your latex cuffs and come down for breakfast.” I hear the shower turn on as I start cracking the eggs.
Michelle is a beautiful sight as she sashays into the kitchen after her shower. Naked except for the cuffs, I point her onto the special stool I built for her. It sits in front of the bar that separates the kitchen and dining areas, and is secured to the floor so it can’t tip over. On the seat, I installed two dildos, one for each hole. As I haven’t offered her any lube, she bends over and sucks on both of them, leaving a trail of saliva behind. Before her spit can dry out, she mounts the stool and slowly lowers herself on the dual monsters. She slowly fucks them, dropping lower each time until both are buried deep inside. Once fully seated, she waits patiently until I finish cooking the French toast. After serving her plate, I tell her to fold her legs up at the knee. I take her ankle and pull it up until I can secure that cuff to a ring bolt attached to the underside of the stool. I duplicate this on her other leg. With her legs folded and secured, most of her weight rides on the dildos and crotch. Finally, I cuff her wrists behind her. After slathering her French toast with maple syrup, I tell her to dig in, but she can only eat one bite at a time. Having no alternative, she bends over, pulling the rear dildo out a little while driving the front one in deeper into her pussy, and rips off a bite with her teeth. She leans back to chew, driving the rear dildo back inside, while pulling the one out of her pussy slightly. When she is ready for another bite, she repeats the process, fucking both holes repeatedly until her plate is clean.