“Yes, Madam.”
“Good!” Mistress Addy exclaimed. “Prepare yourself, bitch. I’m not nearly as lenient as your Madam here.”
I missed you already.
You both giggled, as you refastened the rope to my collar and positioned my face to look directly at a chaise lounge across the room.
“Our turn!” you laughed.
You and Mistress Addy retired to the chaise and forced me to watch as you fucked each other for hours on end, pausing occasionally to taunt and humiliate me…
“You’ll never fuck a woman like this again.”
“It’s so nice to finally have a REAL cock inside me.”
“How does it feel to know that you might have already had the last orgasm of your life?”
The juxtaposition of my indefinite denial and your endless ecstasy further cemented my feelings of inadequacy and impotence.
I wondered what kind of training Mistress Addy might have in store for me over the next 30 days as I watched her impale you with her cock, bringing you to orgasm after body-shaking orgasm.
Physically and emotionally spent, I fell asleep to the echos of your moans, denied and bound with my ass in the air and my legs spread wide.
Exactly where I belonged.
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