Anal stretch story

None of this stuff would bother me if my wife hadn't gotten it into her head that she was going to entertain herself by making me her sex slave. I shook my head and whimpered as she began to screw the two bars closed. I did not even ask for permission, I just started rubbing myself. A suitable orgasm while bound to a bench would be good, though just when I might get to do this seemed a long way in the future. That she shouldn't play around with people's emotions.

Megan and Portia had cooked up something particularly unpleasant, I was sure. I saw that it was a large rubber phallus and must have been quite a painful experience. She let me feel how he had landscaped her from the inside. One by one we used the loo. We stood there, our heads close enough to kiss but having to lean forward hanging our weight on the overhead chain because of the position of our feet, with our ankle cuffs tied off to various anchor points at skirting level. A minute later the two women dragged Steven out of the cell, his wrists chained to his collar.

With the food inside us and with our restraints much less severe than at least Emma and I had endured for the last day or so, we felt somewhat better and speculated in hushed tones as to what might be happening to the others and what might be our own fate. The two girls were sitting side by side against the wall, Emma with her wrists cuffed behind her, and Leila with hers connected to her collar in front. This allowed quite heavy loads to be easily lifted by a single person under the high verandah roof. She'd told me that the feel of the harness against her pussy as she rammed against my colon could make her cum harder than anything. When she got in the car she was very excited.

I pressed my ass against His hand, trying to open myself for Him even more. The man and his duck obviously had a long day ahead of them. Megan said nothing, but I thought I caught a look of sympathy in her eyes. You will all do exactly as Megan and I say. On the tray was a plastic jug of water and a large bowl of spaghetti bolognaise. Until He started moving the finger in and out, making me relax even more. Anonymous reader Report