Something Is Missing: Part 5

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Her eyes went wide with pleasure, his fingers shaking furiously between her legs. She pulled her knees together, her body writhing as best as it could in pure bliss, now unable to stop her eyes from closing. He was too busy chewing on her chest to notice, gorging his lips on hot wet flesh that he sucked into his mouth as hard as he could. These were not long breasts, but rounded ones that would not be pulled into his mouth proper, no matter how hard he tried to swallow. And yet the sensations on his lips, his tongue, his teeth; were oh so satisfying.

 

He finally let go of her mouth,

“Oh thank you Sir! Thank you! Please! Sir! Oh! YES!”

He left teeth marks on her left breast, marking rings around her nipple, and pulled his fingers from beneath her soiled bikini panties to suck all three clean. She looked up at him, laughing now at the sheer pleasure between her legs, and desperately wanted to kiss him.

“Sir, please allow me to say thank you by tasting my juices that you have wiped into your mouth.”

Without a word, he stood up.

 

He stared at her for a moment, she fell silent, then he reached back down to unlock her restraints. The moment her ankles were free, they shot forward along the carpet and her legs lay flat. She groaned from the relief on her knees, but he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up. Then he pushed her further and she used her hands to break her fall, her left cheek now pressed into the carpet, his hand on her right cheek.

“You are being punished. Do not look so pleased.”

“I am sorry, Sir. Please continue, Sir.”

Her leather cuffs were still attached to her wrists, which he now brought behind her back and cuffed her forearms together. He produced a web of leather straps, fastening them to her ankles, then to themselves, as well as binding her hair into the mix above the strap that connected her wrists to the rest.

 

He picked her up, arm under her stomach which made her giggle, and laid her on the grey-cushioned footstool. She faced sideways, her hair preventing her from looking in any direction other than straight forward. She was like a roast pig on a spit, a plump slab of meat just begging to be eaten, and he would make sure that this hogtied plaything would get a shaft up her rear end soon enough. First though,

“I am going to use the flogger on you now.”

She tensed at the word, more from anticipation than ***. He watched her bent legs, her tensing buttocks trembling so deliciously, and he picked up the thick handle.

 

One snap was all it took to get an unintelligible noise of blissful *** from her lips. Her mouth opened wide, saliva now dripping thinly from those lovely pink lips, and her eyes rolled back in an instant. Her buttocks went red immediately, blushing so harshly that it almost appeared to draw ***. Not quite, though, for he did not wish to damage his plaything. Slap! Again he struck, the back of her thigh this time, and he stared at those dripping lips while he tried to figure out what else he wanted.

“Something is missing.”

 

He stepped around, taking in the magnificent view from her backside. He moved around to her other side, looking her up and down, left and right. Her breasts pushed outwards in all directions from being laid on the footstool. Her rear was red, rump, and ready. Her mouth was closing now that she was able to moan into the ***. She licked her lips. He licked his.

“Siiir,” she slurred. “Thank… yooou, for punishi-” a solid ball of green plastic was ***d between her teeth, keeping her jaw wide open. He crouched in front of her face, staring into those beautiful eyes, watching those beautifully fluttering lashes, and he finished buckling the gag in place. He licked his hot tongue slowly over the ball, from her bottom lip to her top, and kissed the ball before her cheek.

“That is better. Your punishment is almost over.”