Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 330(@200wpm)___ 264(@250wpm)___ 220(@300wpm)
“You’d see the fucking dream you are,” I add, replacing my phone on the tray. With her arms attached to the head of the playtable and her bottom half pulled up, there’s too much space between me and my sub’s pussy for my liking. So, squatting to look beneath the table, I find the hinge releases, and like magic, the boundary between us disappears when that part of the table drops away. I stand back up and try to contain my rising sadistic giddiness as I refill my hand with lube.
I’m proud of my-damn-self when I manage not to go straight for her pussy that’s right there for the taking. Instead, I stroke up and down her inner thighs, moving my hands to the outside of her legs to her hips and underneath to squeeze her ass. For long minutes, I treat her to a pampering massage that covers every inch of her skin I can reach in oil while she’s bound this way—other than the small stretch of dark pink flesh right in the center of it all.
She’s making those instinctive grinding motions again, begging me without words to touch where I’ve refused to graze even a finger this entire time I’ve had her on my table. Pitiful little whimpers fall from her lips, her face a mask of need so strong it borders on pain, and still, my oiled hands run up her belly, over her heaving tits, then down her sternum, only to cut to the sides right before I get to her mound to rub up her inner thighs.
It's not until a sob releases from her chest and out her mouth that I pretend that I just now noticed her desperation. “Aw… what is it, doll? You don’t like your massage?”
“Yes, Master,” she whines, and I smirk.
“Yes, you don’t like your massage?”
“N-No, Master,” she stutters, clearly unable to think straight enough to understand it’s a trick question.
“No, you don’t like your massage?”
“N-n—” She sucks in a breath as I come within an inch of where we both want me to touch, but my hand reverses once again. “I… I… I….”
“What’s that, little toy? Your instructions don’t say anything about a response beginning with ‘I’. Maybe I should press the red button. Your card did say that I should push the emergency stop if something seems wrong.”
“No, Master!” she begs forcefully, and I grin wickedly. Her eyes are clamped shut, but the expression takes over my face regardless. This is just too fucking sweet.
“Uh oh…” My hands stroke so close to her pussy I can feel the texture of the lube change slightly as it mixes with her natural wetness that’s seeping from her slit. “I really think I might need to press that emergency stop. Your voice response is sounding rather bossy for a fuck doll meant only for me to use for my pleasure.”
Her teeth snap shut and her jaw clenches at that, and I chuckle darkly. But when I pull my eyes from her face to look down at her pussy that’s already much darker and swollen from how aroused she is without even being touched, I know I can’t torture her any longer.
Finally, on the next downward stroke, I use my whole hand to glide over her center, and she jolts and cries out like she’s been electrocuted. My movements never stopping, the heel of my palm presses harder on the upstroke, and I watch fascinated as her spread slit clenches when her clit gets attention.
I repeat the move with my flattened hand over and over again, my fingers pressed tightly together to make one smooth surface as I run it over her pubic bone, down her slit, then back up. I’m careful not to get too close to her asshole, because I don’t want to risk giving her an infection by mixing things that should never be mixed inside a sweet little pussy. A fact that a disturbing number of men and women don’t know. If I decide to add anal play to the festivities, it will be done with something—a finger or a toy—that won’t go anywhere near her slit after it touches her tightest hole.
Her hips are gyrating against my hand, trying to ride it even as the straps won’t allow her to. She’s panting ferociously with her arousal, and I swear I’ve never seen her more turned on and needy. It’s fucking intoxicating.
My next strokes are done with both oily hands, the pressure concentrated on her outer lips, then move more toward the center to massage between her inner and outer labia. She cries out in pleasure, and I glance up her body, realizing I was staring, mesmerized, my mouth damn near hanging open as I watched her pussy take on different shapes while I gave her a yoni massage I only ever dreamed about.