Meeting my new slave part 2.............. - Sex Stories

Meeting my new slave part 2..............

... you think?”. “I love it Master, I have never seen my pussy looking so big, those straps are really tight but makes it look fantastic, please, please we must buy it”. “Not quite finished yet my sweet”, as I move around the back of her. On each strap that encircles her body there are two further straps to bind her arms and when I have finally finished buckling them all the arms form a perfect V with her wrists bound together just above her ass. “Wow”, I think to myself, that is a really erotic look and can feel my cock stirring in my trousers. I turn her around so the audience can see my latest handiwork around the back. On queue Pete walks in the room, comments on how beautiful Slave P looks in her new outfit and carrying what looks like a white bag. It is in fact a white leather hood, with added extras!! “This would just finish off the outfit”, he remarks. I take it from him and show it to my Slave, holding it to her nose so she can inhale the leather. I slowly pull the hood over her head making sure the two small breathing holes are over her nostrils. Next I insert the 3 inch dildo gag before the final two protrusions on each side of the hood. These are foam filled leather earplugs and when I finally tighten the laces at the back Slave P in completely deprived of her senses, she can’t see, she can’t talk(well maybe mumble a little) and she can’t hear, but she looks truly magnificent in her white body harness and matching hood. I put am arm around her shoulder and gently ...

... stroke the leather hood, pushing the part over her mouth sending the gag deeper down her throat. I can’t detect a little gipping from behind the hood and can feel my Slave trembling. I am unsure whether that is through excitement or fear(Tell me my Slave which was it?). I usher her through the door and 20 pairs of eyes stare in amazement at what has just walked through the door. All there dreams have some true in an instant, soon she will be there’s. I help her up onto a little stage in the corner and attach a metal ring on the top of the hood to a hook dangling above her head. The final touch is a spreader bar to stop her closing her legs. “Ok guys, she is all yours” I say, “There are plenty of toys for you to use on the table. Have fun. No penis insertion gents, but fingering is allowed. You can masturbate over her, in fact anything apart from penis insertion. That privilege is reserved from Master T”. Pete and I take a seat and watch as 20 pairs of eager hands begin wandering all over her body. On the table is array of equipment, dildos, nipple clamps, pussy clamps, dildos, whips, canes, paddles. Slave P is going to experience the whole range of BDSM this evening. An hour passes really quickly, at least I bet the guys think so, but maybe not Slave P. They all leave, some reluctantly and some pausing to take one last snap on their phone’s camera. Pete re-locks the shop door and I unhook Slave P and remove the spreader bar.. The poor dear is exhausted, I wonder how many times ...