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“May I?” Her hand was manicured with pointed black nails. Her sub was trans, perhaps, and they sprawled at the base of her throne-like seat, licking her feet.
“Sure.” I gave her a small dildo and steered Charity so she was assward at the woman. “Five minutes, tops. And go.”
Charity was frowning up at me, with one eyebrow tilted, and that gag was making her mouth look so very accessible. I picked up the safety scissors, aimed them down the back of the garment, and the lady flicked on the dildo and applied it to what must have been the right spot.
Instantly, my girl’s expression dissolved into one of wonderment, and that little choke she made…fuck. I cut down the ballerina costume and stripped her naked in seconds, leaving a few shreds of tutu here and there. Grabbing a handful of Charity’s hair, I pulled her head higher, freed my cock, aimed, and plunged into her wet mouth. The gag made going deep easy, almost too easy.
I could reach the back of her throat with little resistance. The stimulation was less, the grasp of her mouth poor. Maybe this was good?
I outlasted the poor girl. She was making more and more choking noises, and it wasn’t due to me stuffing her full.
Grimacing, I withdrew, and watched her dissolve onto the floor, facedown, clawing at it. The dildo was ratcheted up a notch in power, and Charity orgasmed, jerking her butt, with the woman smiling, exactly like a cat that’s found the cream.
It was difficult to resist jacking off on her.
The woman signed some swirly name on Charity. Probably a pseudonym like everyone used here. I’d almost forgotten the doctor’s—Hulk, until he’d said it earlier at the main entry.
Speaking of entries…Charity was moaning still, half on her side, face to the floor, drooling spilling from her gagged mouth. My cock twitched. I was going to have blue balls, but I’d figured out when to fuck her to come-ageddon time, and how to do it.
“Let’s go.” I tugged on the leash. “Next customer wants your ass in his face.”
Floppy-limbed, she hauled herself onto all fours, with that gorgeous long black hair of hers spilling everywhere.
I said, quietly, “We are going to see one messy Charity by the end of tonight.”
She spluttered at me. I smiled, as evilly as possible.
We went onward, signaled by a couple of guys on a couch next over. Their female subs were tied up at their feet, covered in leather and clamps and still moaning from whatever had been done. “One at a time, sirs.”
“Sure.” The man with the brutish shaved head agreed. “Or…suggestion only…he could use one of your toys on her tits, while I make her come.”
That suggestion made Charity squeak and shake her head—which meant I should tell them yes, knowing her. I’d give her an out. The gag had been on a while anyway. I held up one finger to the guys, then kneeled and removed the gag.
I kissed her on the mouth, gently. “Be good, and it stays off.”
This way she could safeword. I was a mix of fucking joyous at doing this, and anxious, in case I went too far. This place would tempt an angel to go too far.
“Say, thank you.” I stroked her hair.
“Thank you. Sir.” Her voice was raspy, and she worked her jaw as if it needed exercise. Her gaze fell on my cock where I’d left it free of my pants. Parading fully naked wasn’t me, or not this time, but with my cock out? Absolutely.
I rose and pulled her leash taut, so she was nicely off the floor, and perfectly situated on hands and knees.
“May I suggest the clover clamps and a second dildo?”
They gave me the thumbs up and set to work.
I didn’t fuck her mouth this time, I just stared, and I was counting to one hundred while they did their work on her—so that I didn’t come from watching her moans and her shaking, or from the squirt of her come when she came with her ass being held in the air by guy two.
They signed her back:Thing OneandThing Twofor all I knew. I wasn’t reading the signatures, then we moved on.
To be honest, by the time we reached my destination, I was in awe that she could still crawl.
As if she read my mind, she collapsed and protested, when I ordered her to move. I gave in and picked her up, hauling her to where I needed her—the floor in front of Mister Tattoos R Us.
He’d waved as I walked his way, lying back on his sofa, totally naked now, and showing the world he really, really liked tattoos—nearly every inch of him was covered. His female companion was tied over the armrest of the sofa beside him. Her legs were forced open, her face half-buried in a pillow. Her head was inside a plastic bag—with nose and mouth-holes—I stared at her to be sure she was okay. Security would be on him if she was not.
Every other hole she had was occupied by something lewd, but he’d also clamped together her labia above and below the veiny dildo stuffed in there. She was making these little squeaking noises, and jerking, then I realized he’d left her like that with a vibe inside her. Maybe two vibes.
