Darkness and silence. Michael lay face down on the low bed, his legs stretched
and spread wide, revelling in their new found freedom. He did not know for how
long he had lain there, maybe an hour, possibly more. His hands were still
handcuffed to the steel harness but now they lay restfully across his back. The
memory of them straining to support the weight of his body as the women
humiliated and abused him was slowly receding. Every now and then he would move
his legs to a new position, enjoying the sensation of the cool sheets against his
skin. The women had removed his ability  to see, touch was now his main method of
communication with the outside world.

After the ordeal of the post they had been gentle with him. First they
blindfolded him, a second hood this time made of  heavy leather  had been place
over his head covering his eyes and ears. The sounds from the room became
muffled. A hand touched his ankle he could feel the cuff moving against his leg,
then it came free. He started to rise on his knees, to get some movement in his
stiff joints but a hand on his shoulder gently pushed him back down. He
acquiesced. The same hand was now working on his other ankle and within a few
seconds he felt the other cuff open and his legs were now finally free of the
cruel spreader bar.

The hand that had just held him down now lightly took his upper arm and guided
him to a standing position. His knees and ankles were stiff from the enforced
position in which they had been set and the transition from kneeling to standing
was not altogether a steady one. But there were hands either side of him to guide
and support him. The spreader bar was still attached to the harness strap which
ran between his legs and he could now feel it brushing against his upper thigh.
The hands, there must have been at least three pairs he thought, indicating the
return of Wanda, gently guided his legs apart. He felt a hand lightly stroke his
penis, which was still slick with oil, bringing it back to full erect. For an
instant he felt a woman lips caress its tip, sending a wave of pleasure though
his body.

His earlier passion and need had now subsided to be replaced by something more
tranquil. His inability to see his mistresses, dressed so provocatively in their
clothes of leather and rubber, somehow deadened the feelings of humiliation he
had earlier felt. Michael knew that they still stood before him in their black
stiletto boots, holding the whips that symbolised their power over him. He also
knew that he was their slave, the harness cutting deep between his legs would not
let him forget this fact. But with out the power of sight to contrasted their
power with his own naked and chained helplessness, it all seemed distant.

He felt hands again on his body. He blushed ever so slightly as he felt them
touching and pulling the anal plug to which the spreader bar was attached. His
body now belonged to these three women who until tonight he had never met before.
No part of him was sacrosanct, they could touch him anywhere, do anything to him,
and he was powerless to prevent it. None of his previous girlfriends had ever
taken him so for granted before. The safe word, his one escape from this, was
buried deep in his consciousness and was not considered for an instant.

He felt rather than heard a click, and then the spreader bar came away from the
harness. He was now free of the device that caused him the greatest shame, to be
forced to kneel exposing his sex to the gaze of his mistresses. Towels now came
into contact with his skin as they began to rub the oil from his body. At
intervals he would feel a hand stroking his penis and whenever this happened he
would moan gently with pleasure.

They finished their task without a word being spoken. He then felt someone take
the lead attached to his slave collar. A slight tug indicated that he was to be
led, he followed trusting that they would not let him trip up. He was led into
the hall, hands took hold of his arms and guided him to the stairs. They
continued to hold and support him as he climbed the stair, he could feel Wandaıs
and Angels bodies pressed against his as they ascended in the narrow space.
Wandaıs hand, now gloved again, was resting against his lower back. As they
slowly climbed the stairs the hand began to  trace a path down his back, it was
soon resting on his left buttock. With deliberate motion she slid her hand down
further between his legs and then back up forcing her fingers into the crack
between his legs. The shock of this invasion caused Michael to stop his ascent,
but only for an instant. A sharp tug on the lead reminded Michael who was in
charge and he continued to climb the stairs. The invading hand, however, remained
in place the tips of its fingers lightly caressing the end of his anal plug.
Wanda gave him a quick squeeze of her hand just to let him know that she was full
aware of the effect that she has having on him. His erection was rock hard.

On the landing his bare feet sensed a change in the floor covering and he guessed
that he was being lead into another room.

"If you need to go, now is your chance" He heard Wandaıs voice close to his ear.
Michael did need to go, his bladder was filling up and if he did not urinate soon
it would start to become painful. But to do it here while chained and naked in
font of three strangers would pile humiliation upon humiliation, he did not
believe for an instant that they would unchain him and allow him the dignity of
doing it in private. He couldnıt speak, he could only nod his head to express his
need.

A hand grasped the shaft of his penis and guided it into, what felt like, a hard
plastic container. His penis was still hard and he was forced to lean forward,
squatting slightly with his legs apart to allow his member to be guided down into
it. Wandaıs hand took this opportunity to continue with its exploration of the
strap running between his legs. Michael let out a strangled moan as he released
his muscles and a stream of liquid left his body. He hung his head in shame as he
heard the muffled laughter of he woman taking their pleasure from his
humiliation.

He finished. He felt his penis being removed from the bottle and the end being
wiped with something soft. Wandaıs hand finally abandoned it humiliating caress.

A tug on the lead on his slave collar indicated that this was not his final
resting place. He walked forward but after a few steps his toes came up against
something hard. The hands were again on his shoulder pushing him forward and
down, he started to kneel, something soft but firm touched his leg and Michael
realised that this must be a bed. He knelt on it. The hand still continued to
push him down and he allowed himself to lie prone on the bed. The lead tugged
forward but before he could crawl forward he sensed it being tied to the end of
the bed. He experimentally tried to move his head back and found that this was
indeed the case.

He heard the muffled sound of people leaving and the door of the room closing, 
he guessed that he was alone.

He felt tired but not sleepy, Michael wondered how long he would be left here. In
the darkness and silence he lost track of time. Michaelıs body rested but his
mind was active. Every thing that had happened before this evening was a dim
memory but the events of the last few hours burned like fire in his brain. Over
and over again his mind replayed the events of the evening, he had never before
experienced such an intense arousal nor one that had lasted for such a long time.
Gradually his mind began to filter the images that swirled around him until a
single one remained.

The one image that now dominated his thoughts was the sight of Kay towering over
him as he knelt in front of her. He imagined her pushing him back, pressing
herself against him, wrapping her legs around his body. He felt in his mind the
soft touch of her leather corset against his naked body and the sharp pain of the
stilettos as they pressed into his thighs. He imagined her lips hungry and
passionate as they covered his mouth and then her hand exploring and caressing
his body, driving his excitement still higher. Finally he saw her hand reaching
down and grasping his penis guiding it deep inside of her. He could see clearly
in his mind the sight of himself kneeling  naked and chained, his body arched
back and his mistress astride him. He imagined her thrusting down on him, one
hand holding his lead like the reigns of a hose bringing  them both towards
climax. He wanted to touch himself badly, but his hands were chained uselessly
behind his back, all he could do was rub himself against the bed

Then without warning he felt a gloved hand touch him between the legs. The shock
was so sudden that it caused him to squirm violently. As the terror of the
unexpected event wore off Michael realised that this was the opening shot in some
new humiliation that they had dreamed up for him. Who ever had touched him must
have been watching him trying to make love to an empty bed. He curled in to a
foetal position, the old emotions of fear desire and shame once again regaining
control of his body. But he was not to be left alone. A sharp tug on his lead and
the sting of a whip across his behind forced him to his feet. No sooner had he
risen than a tug downward on the lead sent him to his knees. He felt hands on his
head, loosening the mask that covered his eyes and ears.

It came free. Michael looked up at the shining latex covered body of Angel as she
stood before him holding his lead in her hand.

"What were you doing on the bed Michael? And more importantly which of us were
you thinking about?" She smiled.

Beneath the thin latex mask which still covered his head Michael blushed. He
could not bring himself to answer the question and at the same time could not
refuse.

"IŠ. I was thinking of KayŠ.. What she would do to me." Michael stammered.

"Am I to take it then that I was not a part of this fantasy" Angel replied. "Do
you not find me attractive enough then?"

"No. you are beautiful." Michael whispered

"Or maybe I have not been cruel enough towards you. Tell me Michael do you like
being abused and humiliated?"

"Yes. You know I do" He whispered

"Then I suppose you should lick my shoes."

Michael bent forward and pressed his face to Angelıs shoe and began to kiss and
caress it with his tongue. After a few minutes he heard Angleıs voice above him.

"Enough slave. I am bored of this. I think maybe it is time to change the rules a
little"

Michael returned to the kneeling position and look up at Angel not understanding
what she was saying. She bend down brushing her hand over Michaelıs latex covered
head. She took hold of the lead where it was attach to his slave collar and
unclipped it. She coiled up the lead in her hand and then threw it on the bed.
Then in a softer voice she addressed Michael again.

"Do you like my body Michael? Does it turn you on?"

"Yes Mistress."

"What would you give me to have fifteen minutes with this body" She ran her
gloved hands down the curves of her breasts and hips. Michael was spellbound. "To
have the same power over it as I now have over you."

"What would you give me Michael?"

Michael was dumb struck. Suddenly from being his tormentor this woman was now
offering to be his slave. But what could he give her? He was kneeling before her
completely naked his hands chained behind his back, what could he offer. Was this
some form of cruel joke.

"Maybe you would like to see some more of the product on offer?" She smiled. Her
hand reached to the zip at the bottom of her short red latex dress and began to
open it. Slowly the dress parted and Michael once again glimpsed the sight of
bare thigh above her black latex stocking. But this time the zip did not stop
moving. The dress parted still more to revel that she wore no panties underneath.
Michael stared the mound of black hair between her legs. Finally the zip reached
the neckline of the dress and the garment slid off her shoulders onto the floor,
now a lifeless scrap of rubber.

She now stood before Michael almost naked. She still wore a back rubber brassier
but it had large holes in the centre of each cup exposing her nipples which were
hard and erect. Around her waist she wore a black latex suspender belt attached
to her latex stockings, but that was all.

"What is fifteen minutes with this worth Michael?"

"Please Mistress, I have nothing to give youŠ.. I am you salve."

Angel did not appear to hear Michael and carried on talking.

"I will tie myself over there" She said, indicating a large wooden frame in the
corner of the room with cuffs attached at each corner.

"My legs and arms will be spread wide apart. I will be completely helpless and at
your mercy. You could rape me Michael, abuse me, make me beg for your touch. But
before you can do this you must make me a gift of the one thing that is still
your own."

Then the realisation struck Michael. The one thing that he still had which they
did not own was his safe word. They wanted him to give up his one exit from the
game, to submit himself totally to them. He looked up at Angel.

"Think of it Michael, you can take revenge for the humiliations we have heaped on
you. For fifteen minutes I will cease to be your mistress and become your slave.
Would you like to see me as a slut, writhing at you touch. My nipples are very
sensitive, you could drive me wild just by caressing them."

With out knowing why Michael got up from his knees and walked towards Angel,
their bodies touched. He could feel her hard nipples pressed against his skin. It
was now her turn to look up at him.

"Give up you safe work Michael"

She kissed his chest while sliding her hands over his body. Slowly she sank to
her knees, brushing her lips against his torso. She took his penis in one hand
while the other cradled and stroked his scrotum. She blew gentry on the tip as
slowly she pulled back his foreskin. Michael closed his eyes. He felt her tongue
explore the tip of his penis, sending shivers down his body, and then her lips
encircling him as she drew him into her mouth. She started to move her head back
and forth as she sucked sending waves of pleasure through his body, while her
hands caressed and stroked the tender areas between his legs.

Michael just stood, his eyes shut, revelling in the sensations flowing through
his body. But like every other torment the had devised for him she stopped just
short of him climaxing leaving him wild with desire. He stood his eyes tight shut
his mind racing with contradictory desires.

When he opened his eyes she was standing in the centre of  the frame attaching
leather cuffs to her wrists and ankles. Cords ran from the cuffs to reels in each
corner of the frame, when the legs and arms were spread apart the reels would
take up the slack cord but the ratchets on each device would not allow the cord
back out. She would indeed be totally helpless and at his mercy. She looked up at
Michael.

"Tell me you give up your safe word Michael and Iıll be your slave"

Michael had no choice, his need and desire was too strong.

"I give up my safe word."

And then a stronger voice.

"Now spread your legs for me slave"

She tugged on the cords, releasing the return mechanism that would draw them back
onto the reel. With the reels now taking up the slack Angel began extended her
arms upward and outward. She was now helpless, with her hands held apart and
above her head she could no longer undo the cuffs about her wrists. When her arms
were almost extended she grabbed hold of the cord attached to her wrist cuffs and
then taking the weight of  her body on her arms spread her legs wide.

"You have fifteen minutes with me slave. Lets see what you can do with you hand
still chained" She laughed.

Her words struck at him, with his hands still manacled behind his back he was
only slightly less helpless than she. Also in her present position he could not
make her use her mouth on him again. But she wanted him, he knew that. He would
use what power he had over her to humiliate her, to make her beg and plead for
his touch.

He looked at Angel. She hung from her wrists in the frame, her legs spread
obscenely wide. Kneeling in front of her he looked at the mound of jet black hair
inches from his face. He could smell her delicate odour. He watched as she tried
to move it closer to him, to make him touch her. She might have tricked him into
accepting this bargain but her need now was as real as his and she had another
fifteen minutes to endure this craving before the status quo would be returned to
normal.

He leaned his head forward and felt her hairs brush against his face, she was
still now her body trembling as it tried to hold its position. He traced around
the outside of her mound with his nose feeling her soft dry skin against his. He
kissed the delicate skin of her inner thigh which had been denied to him not so
long ago. And then pressing his lips against hers he forced his tongue past them
and into the moist wetness of what lay beyond. He heard her gasp as he entered
her and then he lost all control.

He buried his face in her, using his tongue, teeth, anything to drive her towards
orgasm. He could hear her moans above him and feel her body jerking and twitching
trying to position it so that he would maximise his effect on her. He forgot
about his own need as he took pleasure in the effect that he was having on her.
His mouth worked hard, alternatively sucking, licking, and gently biting her most
sensitive parts. But he knew he had to make it last and not rush the time his was
given. After a few minutes of this he stopped, he did not want this to end too
quickly. He wanted to savour the power he had over her.

She now hung from her wrists, a thin film of sweat now covered her face and body.
Her struggles had forced her legs apart still further and the reels would not
allow them to return to their earlier position. They could no longer carry the
full weight of her body. Her arms were bend straining to hold her body in an
upright position. She was breathing hard.

"I want to hear you beg now. Slave."

"PleaseŠ" She whispered, her voice barely  audible. "Make me cum."

Michael could  not believe in the transformation he felt within himself. He was
still naked, his hands chained behind his back to the harness which itself was
forcing the dildo deep inside of him. But now he was in control, the woman who
had minutes before been his mistress now totally at his mercy.

"You will have to beg better than that my little slut" He heard himself speak.

He leaned forward, licking the sweat from her stomach. He moved his mouth over
her skin kissing and biting her, leaving rows of teeth marks in her flesh. He
could hear her voice, louder now as she tried to pull her body away from his
teeth.

"Please, please, make me cum master" Her voice had desperate an edge to it.

His mouth was higher now. He took one of her nipples gently between his teeth,
flicking it with his tongue. He could hear her breathing once again becoming
laboured. He began to bite down harder on the nipple she let out a cry of pain,
his head slowly moved back taking her with him. Her cries became more desperate
as she strained her body to follow him.

"No please master I canıt stand it. Please let go, I beg you"

Michael let her nipple slide through his teeth and her body slumped back to its
original position. He stood close to her, he could feel his prick brushing
against her stomach.

"I want to hear you beg, I want you to humiliate yourself"

She looked up and him. Her make-up was beginning to run and her short hair was
drenched with sweat.

"Please master, let you salve cum." She started to kiss his chest.

Michael moved his leg letting it press against her mound of pubic hair. She began
to move herself against it, he could feel her wetness against his thigh. The
muscles in her arms were straining as she fought to keep her body in motion.

"Iım you slave, your whore, your slut. Please use your tongue on me master."

Michael knelt down. He was not in a hurry and  the irony of this situation was
not lost on him. Here he was again kneeling naked and chained before a woman who
had until so recently been instrumental in his humiliation, but now he was in
control and she was the one begging for his touch. He looked at her again, her
knees were straining outwards trying to spread her legs still wider, as if this
act of humiliating exposure would make him surrender to her pleas.

He leant forward bring his mouth inches from her trembling body. He let his
tongue touch her gently and was rewarded by her cry of need and desire. He
continued to tease her with his tongue for some time, as he listened to her
begging and pleading coming from above. He was enjoying the control that he had
over her but he wanted to have the final humiliation of making her cum as his
slave.

"I want to hear you beg for mercy as you cum"

He pushed his mouth hard against her and he felt her push back down on him, her
body rocking back and forth as he worked his tongue deep inside of her. Her moans
and gasps became louder as she came closer to orgasm, she pleaded with him not to
stop. He continued to tease her, but this time bringing her inexorably closer to
her climax. He continued to listen to her cries as she gradually give herself
over to her sexual need. For these few minutes he knew that she truly was his
slave as he had been hers. She would at this moment on time do anything, say
anything to make him continue.  Then the motion of her body changed, she cried
out as the climax him. He continued to use his tongue as her body continued to be
racked by her orgasm.  Finally he felt it subside, she said a final "Thank you
master" and then her legs and arms gave out, her energy spend.

She now hung limp from her wrists, her body glistened with the sweat of her
exertions. Twice she spasmed as the aftershocks of the orgasm hit her. Michael
retreated a few feet and knelt down looking at the results of his work. In a few
minutes the other mistresses would return and his humiliation would continue. But
for now he could gaze on his former mistress and now slave as she hung bound and
spread wide before him.


The wait was not long. Still kneeling, staring at Angelıs bound and spread body,
Michael heard the door open behind him, and Kayıs voice broke the silence.

"Michael, I see that the tables have been well and truly turned here. I hope that
Angel hasnıt spoilt the submissive streak in you."

The truth was that Michael didnıt feel submissive at this moment. He had just
turned one of his former mistresses from a goddess into a pathetic slave begging
her master to be allowed to cum. Kay seemed to sense this and her next directive
to Michael was less of a command and more than a request.

"Michael I want you to stand up and turn around and face me."

Michael did what he was asked and stood facing Kay, Wanda, was by her side. She
was still wearing the leather corset, stockings and stilettos which had been the
focus of Michaelıs earlier fantasies. The sight of her again sent a fresh wave of
desire surging through his body. His hands, still shackled behind his back,
strained against the chains binding them to the harness in a vain attempt to hide
his erection from her sight. Why he should feel embarrassed no he did not know,
in the last few hours these women had seen and touched every part of his body and
in the most humiliating and degrading of ways. And what was more, he had begged
and pleaded with them to carry out their perverted acts on him, but the time he
has spent with Angel has restored much of his normal everyday assertiveness. He
now knew that this would be cruelly stripped away again, leaving him no more than
a naked chained slave crawling at the feet of his mistresses, begging for their
touch. And he knowledge this was what he craved more than anything else, cut him
to his very soul.

Without another word being spoken Wanda walked over to where Angel was hanging
from her wrists, Michael could no longer see Angel but he heard Wanda untying her
from the frame. As he listened to the sounds of ratchets being released and
buckles being undone he wondered if she would shortly be taking her revenge on
him for the humiliation he had subjected her to. His erection stiffened at the
thought.

"You have performed very well tonight Michael." Kay said to him "If you continue
to perform as well for me I might give you a reward."

"Yes mistress" The thought of a reward stirred something inside of him, though he
wondered what form it would take.

"But first you will have to please me" She walked up to Michael "Do you think you
can give me what I want?" She gasped his lead where it was attached to his slave
collar, pulling him down to his knees. "I want to break you Michael. I want to
know that after this night is over you will do any thing that I ask even if it
means humiliating yourself in public. Do I make myself understood?"

Michael was stunned by what Kay was saying, this was moving way beyond his
wildest fantasies, was this still a game or was it for real? He felt his earlier
confidence begin to slip away, he sensed Wanda standing behind him.

"You do realise, donıt you Michael, that you have no given yourself totally to
me. When you agreed to Angels proposition you gave up your safe word, Iım now
going to show you what it is to be a slave. Do you know what turns me on Michael?
Power."

"Iım going to take you to a place where pain, pleasure, humiliation and desire
come together into a single perfect union, and when I have brought you to that
point I will take my pleasure from raping you bound and helpless body."

She lowered herself down in front of him, her face inches from his own. "How does
that feel Michael? Do you want me to do this to you?" He felt her hand reach down
as grasp his rock hard penis. Michael let out a moan of desire. He wanted this to
happen to him more than any thing, but before he could answer he heard Kay say
"Gag him Wanda".

He felt Wandaıs knee press hard into his back and the same time she pulled his
head sharply back. He started to cry out but before a single syllable could
escape his lips a rubber ball gag was forced violently into his mouth. Kay got up
and Wanda, still holding on to the straps of the gag, pushed him to the ground.
He hit the carpet hard, Wanda was now sitting astride his back and was buckling
the straps which held the gag in place. Above him he heard Kayıs voice.

"I think we need to hobble you Michael, I want you to remember what its like to
be forced to kneel in our presence, what it is to be our slave. With the gag now
in place Wanda pulled him back in to a kneeling position. He now for the first
time saw Angel since her release form the frame, she wore again the red rubber
dress and in her hands she held steel leg irons connected by a short chain. They
were of impossibly heavy construction and Angel was struggling to hold them up.
The cuffs were made of thick heavy metal and the chain between them could have
tethered an elephant. These were not merely designed to restrain a man but by
their size and weight to be a constant and humiliating reminder of his bondage.

Wanda held his leash firmly, holding his face  inches from her tight leather
shorts. Michael heard the rattle of the chains as the leg irons were dropped to
the ground by his feet. He felt the cold steel of the cuff against the skin of
his ankle and then the metallic click as she locked it into place. The weight of
the cuff was oppressive, it sapped the last of his confidence from him, his was
ready to fall at their feet and to beg for mercy. The second cuff was fitted to
his other ankle, and then the final humiliation. Angel reach between his legs and
grasped the end of the anal plug, there was a moments hesitation and then he felt
the weight of the chain as it was locked on to it.

He let his head slump forward in shame, once again he was forced to kneel naked
and chained in the presence of the women who had already humiliated him twice
before. Kay had crossed the room and was now sitting in one of the low chairs
that furnished the room.

"How do you like your new bondage Michael? Not as severe as the spreader bar but
just as humiliating. Now I want to see to crawl and kneel at my feet."

Michael could now see out of the corner of his eye that Wanda and Angel were now
fingering their short many stranded whips, he did not want the added humiliation
of being beaten. He moved as quickly as the chains would allow. He knelt down
again in front of her stiletto boot, spreading is knees wide apart in what he
hoped would be a subservient enough position. He bent forward and touch the tip
of her boot with his forehead, he would have tried to kiss it but the gag
prevented this. The women laughed and Michael felt the shame wash over him once
again. Kay spoke.

"Very good Michael, you are learning what it is to be a slave. Now come closer, I
want to touch what is mine."

Michael crawled to the side of the chair and then raised himself up on his knees
so that his sex was within his mistresses reach. As he did do he felt the chain
tug against the anal plug, it could not leave his body, the harness prevented
that, but it did caress him sending waves of pleasure through his body. Beneath
his gag he moaned freely as Kay stroked and fondled his erect penis, he was in
heaven, the pleasure he now felt was more intense than anything he had
experienced before. He rocked back and forth on his knees, letting the dildo fuck
him whilst Kay worked her magic on his throbbing member.

But as always, she stopped her caress before he could come. Michael slumped down,
he felt the weight of the chain as it lay across his calves.

"I think that you should wear this for me" Kay said, as she held in her hand a
leather and steel cock harness. The harness consisted of a strap with a D-ring at
one end, and at regular intervals along its length were stainless steel metal
rings which would encircle and constrain the shaft of the penis. At the far end
was a small strap designed to be fixed around the scrotum to prevent the harness
from being removed.

"Consider it another reminder that you are my slave and your body is mine to use
or abuse in anyway that give me pleasure"  Michael bowed his head. "But look on
the bright side Michael, at least you will have the pleasure of me putting it on
you. Now sit up so I can fit it."

Michael did as he was told and watched with apprehension as Kay delicately
removed her gloves. Taking a small bottle of oil form the side table she rubbed
it gently along the shaft of his penis. It was worth the  humiliation of having
the cock harness fitted just to have Kay touch his sex again. Taking his penis in
her left hand she slowly slid the metal rings down the length of his shaft. The
rings only just fitted but the oil helped them to slide down until the last ring
nestled just behind the head of his penis. Finally grasping the base of his penis
she bucked the strap around his scrotum. The harness was fitted. Kay lay back in
the chair and wiped the oil from her hands with a towel.

Wanda knelt down beside him, "How do you like your new present slave? Apart from
being yet another reminder that you are merely our plaything it does have some
interesting side effects. The rings restrict the flow of blood from out of  your
penis so you erection will become even harder. The more aroused we make you the
more uncomfortable it will become"

She let her hand gently caress the underside of his penis. Michael bit down hard
on the gag, tying not to humiliate himself still further by moaning his desire.
The pleasure he felt was intense, but now there was also pain, the rings of the
harness bit into the shaft of his sex as it swelled still more. He felt he would
explode. Finally he could stand the torment no more, he let out a cry from behind
he gag as he tried to lift his body away from Wandaıs touch. The short chain
joining his leg irons brought him to a sudden halt, Kay and Angel laughed.

"but lets not waste any more time, youıve had your fun with him, now its my turn"
Kay said. She lent forward and attached a lead to the end of Michaelıs cock
harness.

"Follow me Michael."