A Femdom Bachelorette Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

A Femdom Bachelorette Pt. 06

... and dropped my pants and underwear down to my knees. My cock was standing at attention. She looked at it fearfully. "That's right," I said. "Open." She clenched her teeth and turned away. I reached down and grabbed one of her tits, twisting and pinching the nipple. She gasped and I tried to thrust my cock into her mouth, but then panicked and pulled away as I saw her bear her teeth and try to chomp down. "Oh that's not very nice at all!" I said, though inside I was overjoyed with her spirit and sense of play. I went back to my gear back and pulled out a spider gag, letting it dangle from my hand as I returned. She made a show of clamping her mouth shut. I tried twisting a nipple again and though she grunted in pain she did not unclamp her mouth. I squeezed down on her nose and her eyes shot open, and after a few seconds she yielded and opened her mouth in a gasp. The gag slid in, got rotated into position, and I was able to quickly buckle it behind her head. I dropped my pants and underwear again and grabbed her head, sinking my cock into her forced-open mouth.

It was glorious. I hadn't had an ounce of direct stimulation since Thursday and now I was being treated to an angry, sloppy blowjob. I was in heaven. I wanted desperately to pump away at her face until I could cum all over it, but I knew that wasn't in the cards this evening. I tried to get as sloppy a blowjob as I could get going and pulled out, rubbing my dick all over her face. I spat down at her for good ...

... measure. Pulling my pants up, I went back to my gear bag.

Coming back across the room I held up two clover-style nipple clamps I had customized with sizeable sleigh bells on them. "I want you to know that you cannot escape," I said, "But I like extra layers of security. With these on your tits, if you happen to go anywhere I'll hear you running!" This was silly - if she were escaping she would obviously take the nipple clamps off. But I liked that angle, it was fun to be a dumb kind of sinister. She groaned as the clamps went on. "Sit tight, sweetheart," I told her, exiting the room to grab a beer out of the small fridge in the dungeon's bar. I took my time walking back, just trying to gameplan the rest of the evening. Re-entering the room, I took in the sight. The iron collar on the wall held a gorgeous woman, her makeup smeared, her mouth wrenched open by a gag, drool hanging down over her amazing tits, which were adorned with clamps and jangling every time she moved.

"Oh, don't you just look like the most desperate little slut," I said.

"No," she said, or that was what I took her to be saying. The gag made it a bit unclear.

"Yes you are," I said, walking closer. "Tell me this. If you weren't a dirty, disgusting little slut, why would this treatment make you so wet?" Her dress had been pulled down to expose her tits, and I pulled it up to expose her crotch. "Okay, you're not even wearing panties. Filthy fucking slut. And this-" here I grabbed at her pussy, which was ...