I cringed again as you straightened and turned around with the ring gag in your hand and stepped menacingly towards me. “I asked you only to lay out the new toys so I will forgive your oversight in not having this out and accessible to me,” you said calmly as you held it up while stepping up to the sawhorse. “However,” you continued, “I have decided that it is a necessary instrument in this evening’s activities. Open wide, Slut.” I looked at you, pleading with my eyes. Humiliated, I opened my mouth while you fit it with the ring gag that would hold my mouth open for you until you decided otherwise. I knew you were disappointed in me and felt that punishment was necessary but I didn’t think that you would feel the need to force my mouth open to receive you when we both knew all you had to do was demand that I open it and I would. It was yet another indication just how angry you were.

Once you finished securing the ring gag, you walked in front of me. I sat there, following your movements with my eyes, my mouth gagged wide open and my arms secured tightly behind my back. I watched as you walked to the end of the sawhorse and pulled a chain up from the floor. You reached up to me and hooked your finger in the d-ring of my collar, pulling me forwards to attach the chain to my collar. I watched close up as you removed a couple rings from the chain, to hold me lower than it would have and then fastened the chain to my collar again. As you stood, I leaned further forwards into the sawhorse, laying on top of it, spreading my weight out along it.

“Not quite,” I heard you say as you walked beside me and took a handful of my hair in your hand. I felt you fiddling with it as you yanked it into a ponytail and secured it with an elastic that I had not seen you slip around your wrist. Upon creating my ponytail, you reached up and grabbed the hook from the ceiling pulley and inserted it into my ponytail through the elastic to be sure it held tight. I cried out in discomfort as you tightened the pulley and it raised my head up as the chain on the floor pulled my neck down. It was a very specific position you were securing me in, the chain from the floor one that held my body down over the sawhorse so that my pussy was pushed uncomfortably against the narrow top of it, while the hook from the ceiling held my head up at waist height with my mouth held gapingly open from the ring gag.

Standing back and surveying your work, I heard you grunt with approval as you looked at me, strung up to your liking. My eyes strained to follow you as far as I could in my immobile position, as you moved away from the sawhorse and towards the table where I had laid out the rest of your impromptu afternoon purchases. I was not able to follow you fully but my imagination filled in what my eyes could not see. I heard you coming back towards me before you entered my vision. You looked so menacing as you approached me with the smallest butt plug lubed up and in your hand. You stood to my side, slightly behind me as you leaned over and whispered threateningly into my ear, “you better be ready, bitch” as you ruthlessly thrust the plug up my anus. I cried out as much as I could and tried to squirm away from the anal intruder, but your bondage held me tightly in position.

“How does that feel?” you asked as you walked away from me once more. Of course, I could not answer you but I followed your every movement with my eyes. Once again you returned to the dresser and opened a drawer. I moaned in response and strained to see what you were doing. As you turned back around, you spoke with a dead calm, “you will NOT come tonight, do you understand me, slut? Blink twice if you understand me,” you ordered. My eyes widened as I saw you carrying a roll of duct tape and a vibrator back towards me. “I SAID BLINK TWICE BITCH,” you bellowed when I did not respond. Despite my uncertainty, I immediately blinked twice at your raised voice.

You turned the vibrator on and placed it on the sawhorse, resting obviously against my clit. Your eyes gleamed wickedly as you taped it in place and repeated, “you will not come. Blink twice to show me you understand.” I blinked twice. “Good,” was all you said and even at that, my heart warmed at that small compliment. I moaned as the vibrations tickled my clit. “Do NOT come,” you re-iterated your warning as you moved to position yourself in front of me, at the end of the sawhorse.

Your chaps left your cock bare and as you stood with it at my lip-level, I watched it harden. You stepped towards me as and didn’t speak a word. As you straddled the sawhorse yourself, your intentions were clear, and you thrust yourself into my open and waiting mouth without so much as saying a word. I could do nothing as you thrust in and out of my open mouth, setting the pace that suited you best.

Your hands reach around and grab my head and pull it towards you, even with its limited mobility. You thrust yourself in and out of my mouth, pushing yourself into my throat and then withdrawing. The vibrator pulsing at my clit combined with this thrusting is driving me crazy as I try to stop my hips from instinctively rocking against it. Your thrusts grow more and more urgent as you increase your speed against my open lips, your hands still clutching my hair as you fuck my face.

As your cock fills my mouth, I begin to groan out loud, feeling you fill my mouth with your hardness as the vibrator beats against my clit. My uncomfortable position does not seem to phase me as the vibrator brings me closer to the pleasure I seek. Hearing my breathing and moans increase, you lean forward as you jam your cock deep in my throat and you turn off the vibrator, extracting a groan of pure frustration from me. Your left and reaches out to slap my face even as your right hand holds my head close to the base of your cock. “You….will…..not…..cum….” you grunt with each thrust into my face, “you…CUNT…..” you finish as you explode, pulling yourself from my mouth, spurting all over my open mouth and my face.

Your cum covered my hair and face as you looked at me and smiled wickedly. I closed my eyes as your cum dripped down my cheeks and wondered what else you had in store for me. A loud and strangled moan escaped me as you turned the vibrator back on high.

I could hear you rummaging behind me even as the vibrator continued to wreak havoc on my-oh-so-sensitive clit. I could not help myself and I moaned out loud, lifting my feet off the ground to grind my pussy into the vibrating wonder you had taped to the sawhorse and pressing against my clit. “Sit still Slave,” you bellowed from behind me as I writhed against the vibrator. You walked over and turned it off, causing me to moan loudly in dispute, and frustration.