Would You Like Ketchup With That? 11 - Sex Stories

Would You Like Ketchup With That? 11

... us said a word. It was all done in silence. The room was quiet. No music, nothing. I could practically hear my heart pounding in my chest. I may have let out the occasional soft moan. And I was panting quietly. That was it. I stayed still as Violet reached through the bars and fastened the cuffs to my thighs, keeping them spread and pressed against the bars. Pliantly let her guide my arms so that she could cuff them to either side of my head. Fasten straps around my body, one just above my hips, the other beneath my breasts so that my back was against the top of the cage. I couldn’t move. Not much, at least.

“Perfect,” she remarked. And then she peeled off her panties, opened the smaller door of the cage, and presented her pussy to me. I didn’t need to be told what to do. I leaned forward as best I could and began to lick her, savoring the taste of her. Her pungent juices were soon smeared all over my mouth and chin. I concentrated on her clit, lapping at it like a lapdog while she gripped the top bars of the cage, obviously enjoying herself.

“Good girl. Good little doggie,” she praised me, breathing heavily as I did my best to pleasure her. I felt her trembling and redoubled my efforts to get her off, frustrated at not being able to touch myself. Still, I was truly committed and felt a sense of satisfaction, of pride, when she let out a gasp and climaxed, her cum coating my tongue and face. Afterwards, she gagged me. Not with a ball gag. Something different. A metal ...

... gag that forced my mouth wide open. I was soon drooling uncontrollably.

And then came the ‘photoshoot’. Close-ups of my cum wet face. Shots of me in the cage. And then she added text and sent them off. To Amber? Eric? Someone else? My imagination started to spin out of control, especially when her phone pinged in response.

“Amber says you’re inspiring her.”

I tried to respond but my words were intelligible. Just as well. She giggled a little and knelt in front of me, kissing me on the nose before shutting the door on me. Then she put down the phone, removed the corset, and started to torment me, touching me with feather-light touches. Strokes. Caresses. My sort nipples. My breasts. Stomach. Thighs. Calves. Feet. Arms. Everywhere but my pussy. It didn’t take very long before I was a quivering mess. Sometimes she’d tickle me until I writhed in my bonds. A few times she’d push her fingers into her own pussy then feed them to me so I could taste her. I’m not sure how long it went on. Time lost all meaning. I became desperate for more. By the time the doorbell rang I was ready to do just about anything…

“Stay put,” Violet teased, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she put her kimono back on, tying if off around the waist once more. It was Amber. I was sure of it. Possibly to follow through on her promise to hurt me. I felt suddenly vulnerable and a little scared. I wasn’t sure exactly what that meant but all those pain porn videos had given me plenty of ideas.

It ...