the other half.”
“We have a camera,” I blurted. “Don’t you want to record what you do here?” The idea of being tied up and at their mercy thrilled me, and the suggestion of also being able to see it all again later was every bit as enticing as the ropes themselves.
“Are you sure?” Rick asked.
I nodded. “It’s my first time. I want to learn how to do it, too. And I might not be paying very close attention while it’s happening.”
“You definitely won’t see all of it,” Rick said as he tied off the end of the bindings above my knees. “All right, where is it?”
“Hall closet upstairs,” Max said, jabbing his thumb at the ceiling.
I looked down at my bound wrists and knees after Rick . “Um … I don’t see how this is going to work.” I plucked at the ropes wrapped snuggly around my thighs.
“Use your imagination,” Max said. He urged me off his lap. I stood, a little unsteadily and uncertain where to go since I couldn’t exactly walk. Max moved around me, adjusting the position of the chair so it was in front of me again.
“Bend over and rest your hands on the seat.” He rested one hand on my shoulder and the other against my low back for balance, then slid it down over my ass as I bent.
“Like this?” I asked, locking my elbows and looking over my shoulder.
Max didn’t meet my gaze, though. He seemed too absorbed in the view of my ass. I bit my lip, thinking I was starting to understand one of his tells. His palm still rested on one ass cheek and he idly rubbed in a circle. My pulse sped up and I arched my back, tilting my hips a little closer to him.
“You like being exposed like this, do you?” he asked.
“Mhm,” I said, thinking he’d been far too gentle with me so far, in spite of the whipping I’d gotten, but all he would do was stroke my backside.
“I made a mess of you with all the lube. Let’s get you cleaned up, why don’t we. Don’t move, baby.”
“But …” I craned my neck but stayed put as I watched him stride off to the laundry room. I heard water running for a moment before he returned, a clean, wet rag in hand. The damp heat was a comfort on my sore flesh, but more than that I loved the tender contact as he cleaned the sticky residue from my skin. After several sweeps of the cloth, I no longer cared why he was touching me, only that he didn’t stop. I lowered my head and closed my eyes, losing myself in the slow, gentle strokes of the cloth, up my inner thighs, around to my ass and over, without delving anywhere more sensitive for several passes.
I gasped as he made another pass and the rougher texture of a knuckle grazed my exposed flesh. My pussy ached again, and throbbed with heat wetter than the now cooling cloth. He pressed the soft terrycloth between my legs a little harder, holding it over my swollen clit before dragging it along my slit and up the crack of my ass. I wanted desperately to spread my legs, to let my pussy open for him to have better access. The inability to do so both frustrated and intrigued me. I didn’t feel like I could get the contact I really wanted, but I loved what Max was giving me.
“Feels better to be clean, doesn’t it?” His breath gusted hotly against my thigh and I quivered, briefly considered begging him to do whatever it was he seemed to be thinking of doing with his face so close to me.
Soft contact brushed my hot folds—too soft to be fingers—and something even hotter and wetter teased me deeper. I moaned at the delicious sensation of what had to be his tongue, exploring slowly up and down my cleft, all the way from my hood piercing up to my asshole and back.
In the periphery I heard Rick return, but he said nothing. I kept my eyes closed, simply wanting to experience whatever they decided to do to me without thinking about it.
“Are your eyes closed, Casey?” Max asked, his lips brushing against my sensitive flesh with each word.
“Yes.”
“Good. Keep them that way.”
His warmth and
“We have a camera,” I blurted. “Don’t you want to record what you do here?” The idea of being tied up and at their mercy thrilled me, and the suggestion of also being able to see it all again later was every bit as enticing as the ropes themselves.
“Are you sure?” Rick asked.
I nodded. “It’s my first time. I want to learn how to do it, too. And I might not be paying very close attention while it’s happening.”
“You definitely won’t see all of it,” Rick said as he tied off the end of the bindings above my knees. “All right, where is it?”
“Hall closet upstairs,” Max said, jabbing his thumb at the ceiling.
I looked down at my bound wrists and knees after Rick . “Um … I don’t see how this is going to work.” I plucked at the ropes wrapped snuggly around my thighs.
“Use your imagination,” Max said. He urged me off his lap. I stood, a little unsteadily and uncertain where to go since I couldn’t exactly walk. Max moved around me, adjusting the position of the chair so it was in front of me again.
“Bend over and rest your hands on the seat.” He rested one hand on my shoulder and the other against my low back for balance, then slid it down over my ass as I bent.
“Like this?” I asked, locking my elbows and looking over my shoulder.
Max didn’t meet my gaze, though. He seemed too absorbed in the view of my ass. I bit my lip, thinking I was starting to understand one of his tells. His palm still rested on one ass cheek and he idly rubbed in a circle. My pulse sped up and I arched my back, tilting my hips a little closer to him.
“You like being exposed like this, do you?” he asked.
“Mhm,” I said, thinking he’d been far too gentle with me so far, in spite of the whipping I’d gotten, but all he would do was stroke my backside.
“I made a mess of you with all the lube. Let’s get you cleaned up, why don’t we. Don’t move, baby.”
“But …” I craned my neck but stayed put as I watched him stride off to the laundry room. I heard water running for a moment before he returned, a clean, wet rag in hand. The damp heat was a comfort on my sore flesh, but more than that I loved the tender contact as he cleaned the sticky residue from my skin. After several sweeps of the cloth, I no longer cared why he was touching me, only that he didn’t stop. I lowered my head and closed my eyes, losing myself in the slow, gentle strokes of the cloth, up my inner thighs, around to my ass and over, without delving anywhere more sensitive for several passes.
I gasped as he made another pass and the rougher texture of a knuckle grazed my exposed flesh. My pussy ached again, and throbbed with heat wetter than the now cooling cloth. He pressed the soft terrycloth between my legs a little harder, holding it over my swollen clit before dragging it along my slit and up the crack of my ass. I wanted desperately to spread my legs, to let my pussy open for him to have better access. The inability to do so both frustrated and intrigued me. I didn’t feel like I could get the contact I really wanted, but I loved what Max was giving me.
“Feels better to be clean, doesn’t it?” His breath gusted hotly against my thigh and I quivered, briefly considered begging him to do whatever it was he seemed to be thinking of doing with his face so close to me.
Soft contact brushed my hot folds—too soft to be fingers—and something even hotter and wetter teased me deeper. I moaned at the delicious sensation of what had to be his tongue, exploring slowly up and down my cleft, all the way from my hood piercing up to my asshole and back.
In the periphery I heard Rick return, but he said nothing. I kept my eyes closed, simply wanting to experience whatever they decided to do to me without thinking about it.
“Are your eyes closed, Casey?” Max asked, his lips brushing against my sensitive flesh with each word.
“Yes.”
“Good. Keep them that way.”
His warmth and
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