I felt his smooth hands reach down and remove my undergear, slowly sliding the vibrator
out of my ass.
“Ahhh…”
I felt so empty. I could not believe that I wanted it still inside me. Then, I felt
warm water and a sponge caressing my back. Little by little, he began to wash me, every
crook and crevice, cleaning my sweaty ass up. I relaxed, enjoying the coolness until he
stopped bathing me.
I watched as he moved around my stall. He moved around in front of me, picking up
equipment, hoses, and such. He threw a clear hose over the stanchion before walking
around behind me.
Seconds later, I felt his hand on my ass, spreading my cheeks, and then I felt his tongue
licking my hole. As I shifted my legs a little, I could feel his tongue poking deeper
inside me. His smooth hand reached up and grabbed my cock. He slowly stroked me as he
licked. It felt so good being touched by him, by my master. He slapped my ass as he
backed away from it. I could feel his finger sliding inside my hole, filling the vacancy
that had been left by the horsetail butt plug.
Unfortunately, this pleasure was to be short-lived. I felt a leather strap pulled taut
against my stomach and heard the sound of chains rattling. Seconds later, my master
hoisted my abdomen up in the air, and my feet hung off the ground. Then a leather strap
was placed across my chest, and again I heard the rustling of the chains. My master
raised my upper body so that my weight was now resting on both leather straps.
Next, he lifted my left leg up and fastened my ankle into a cuff. Quickly he did the
same to the other side. There I was, face down, hanging on leather straps, head in
stanchion, arms two feet away, fastened to the metal rod fetter.
“Don’t you look all pretty, trussed up like that?” he said as he walked around the stall
and stood in front of me.
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