Master tossed the robe onto the floor and started changing into his preferred leisure outfit of jeans and a plain black V-neck. He dropped his duffel bag full of toys and bondage gear next to the ottoman, took out a satin blindfold and tied it over Megan’s eyes. “You’re only wearing that for a second, kitten. All part of the surprise.” He knelt down and un-chained her fetters. “Stand up.” She wiggled over from her relaxed position to the seat’s edge and got back on her feet. Not knowing what else to do with them, she folded her hands and kept them at waist-level in case part of this surprise was having her cuffs removed. “Panties off. Now.” She was prepared for the worst, mentally. Physically, she trembled as she slid the underwear down her legs anal and slipped them past her feet. “Ahem.” He cleared his throat audibly. “Get your legs farther apart.” Before she could comply on her own, he drummed against her inner thighs with a polypropylene rod, which leaves quite a sting. She squeaked in pain and spread them as far as she could while remaining balanced, hating that her vagina was even more vulnerable than before. “Hold still, kitten, or it’ll get a lot worse.” Megan felt another leather contraption being wrapped around her torso, though this one was lowered to her hips before being tightened. It was a snug fit, “not so bad” she thought to herself, but she had no idea there was more to come. Another flap, wider than a standard belt, was pulled down to her ass, between her legs and up against her taint before being threaded through a steel buckle right below her navel. She gasped at the cold sensation that suddenly pressed against her anus, vaginal lips and entire bikini line; not only was it shockingly intrusive, she couldn’t imagine what it was possibly for. Master was impressed with how well she was taking this, considering it was only her third day. Most young women took about a week of training and gay correction before they reached this level of compliance, muscle though the feistiness hadn’t been stamped out of this one completely. She still sassed him and cumshot fought back on occasion, which led to occasional punishments. Without that, where was the fun? He squatted down and blowjob fished around the bag for the last toy: a pink, jelly-textured vibrator that was specifically designed for the clit and had the bonus of being remote-controlled. “The green room anal is right this way,” Shane, a stocky producer, gay told me when I arrived. Terry thought about it for several seconds “Jill perhaps I can give you what you want, we’ll talk later”. “You’re welcome,” I said with a muscle cumshot smartass grin. “Nonsense. I crawl on all fours between her legs, kissing her thighs on my way to the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. It was over. That's all," Lisa replied. “That big blowjob cock is going to be fucking you so soon. I know the Yank ladies call it a pussy. He liked seeing his cum on her face, and he started getting hard again.