It’s probably going to amuse him when he walks in and sees the haughty Gaianesian woman to be lying here spread-eagled and chained up, unable to do anything but look up at the soft ceiling lights, but it’s acutely humiliating to be that woman. If he’s waiting deliberately I’m gonna absolutely kill him for this. Nastya leaves my view of the ceiling for a moment, and there is the sound of something heavy scraping on the table. I look in time to see her loom back over me, holding the thing that looks like the animal harness. Argh! The dumb implanted bitch thinks she’s going to get blowjob me in that thing, but this time enough is enough. “No way,” I say, shaking my head angrily. “Absolutely no way.” “Open your mouth,” she asks, already moving the disgusting bridle towards my face. “Please… it will hurt you bear if we have to force your jaws apart.” “This is an outrage!” I’m shouting now. “Acher… my owner will have you punished for this.” I’ve had enough of this. He can’t be far away, and the chamber’s doors are still open, so throwing caution to the wind I abandon my use of “Master” and risk shouting his name as loud as I can: “Acheron! Acheron!” But Nastya is undaunted by my calls for help, or my threat to have her punished. For a second time I’m the one who has to give way, and when she takes my jaw in her hand and starts squeezing painfully, I’m forced to yield and open my mouth to permit Nastya to squeeze the ball between my teeth. My last chance pathetic cry of “Acheron!” is suddenly muted as the gag is pressed into place and penetrates between my lips. I work my mouth as though trying to chew, but whatever I do the round sphere I’m holding in my mouth feels too huge, squashing down stud my tongue, and distending my jaw. While Nastya is reaching behind my head to secure the buckle, lifting my skull with great gentleness, I big bite down with all the force I can muster on the straps. Nothing. The ball is heavier and more solid than I would have predicted and the leather is thick and wide. The gag tastes unpleasantly of fear and sweat. I’m not the first wearer of this thing. Nastya releases her hold on my head, lowering me back to the mattress. I’m now free to try to expel the sphere, moving my jaw and tongue in an attempt to work it forwards, gay but of course, it doesn't move. I’ve been shackled, I’ve got my legs apart and what’s more I’ve been muzzled like an animal. Gods, things are going so badly wrong! John followed behind the bed that Diane was in. He didn’t ask any questions. The evening was also quite boring, I stripped naked and got on with my work then I went to the common room. She went and got a shower and shaved everything. Then Cruelface barked an order and he was lifted by the guards. She got plenty of attention from guys (with plenty of sex) and was often a conversational focal point at our theatre department hangouts. Guess what I was dared to do quite early on in the game? There was the glint of steel in the sun, and a ratcheting sound as the cuffs embraced Mollie's wrists firmly. I said, “Yea, that felt good.” "Need help with that?" Sorry for scaring you." She also realized that she had to do as instructed so she quickly inserted the egg. She licked her lips, staring at the sexy girl. It was a gothic structure, with twisting spires that cornered it, and imposing black walls that stood a hundred feet on a side. “Wow, twice in about the same number of minutes.” Emily said. Who was it? For the bear rest of dinner Tracey could only sit there and agonise over circumstances until the moment came, when she knew it would, when out of the corner of her eye she saw the dreadful man stand and approach her table. Lyn stud started stroking me up and down motion. My moans turned into ardent cries, my voice high and exultant, riddled with shame and ecstasy. Kira smiled when she saw what I was staring at and said something which made the creature twitter in a high pitched squeak and tap the side of its bald spotty head. He sighed, worked his jaw a little, and then said, “Fine, but it never leaves this room.” Absolutely glorious, dimple free sun tanned arse framed by a black garter belt with lots of bare thigh above her stockings. That was me too blowjob although that was also an accident. The stairs big then continued on to the terrace above the second floor. More time passed, Momo and Sonja rolling over and clutching my arms. “Oh fuck, I’m close, I’m close, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUCK!” gay she cried. The next night, after dinner, Sharon changed into her long tee-shirt and wore nothing under it.