You can clearly see her reluctance, as she drops one-by-one to her knees. Gently, she traces the line of your cock with her fingernail; coaxing another few millimeters out of your erection. Those juicy lips come to rest on the tip. It takes all of your willpower to not just grab two handfuls of hair and fuck her face. There's no way she's getting off that easy.
"Ah, I didn't say Simon Says."
From your bag, you produce one of your special ball gags: a head harness with thin leather straps and a bright red ball that matches her lipstick.
"Please, no..."
Ms. Devine tries to stammer out a protest, but she can surely see something in your eyes which cuts her dead. She lowers her head and takes the ball in her mouth. Biting down, she fixes the strap around the nape of her neck.
"Have you done this before?"
A good question: she seems far more comfortable than anyone ought to be when confronted with a heavy duty head harness for the first time. She blushes as she fixes the buckle under her chin. You help her center the steel ring in on her forehead and tighten it around the back of her head. The two leather strips frame her eyes perfectly, and the bulge in your pants returns. It's fair to say that you're satisfied with this first gesture of submission. |