Reluctantly, I unclamped my teeth.Reluctantly, I unclamped my teeth. I had to concentrate hard on not ruining her resale value, the crank and cock-ring adding to my natural psychotic frenzy. I lifted my hand from her mouth, and laughed as she gasped a healthy lungful of air and loosed a blood-curdling scream. I suspected it was more fear that I would bite her nipple off than actual pain that made her howl this time. I climbed off her body and grabbing the bar stretching her knees apart, I spun her body so her head was then near the foot of the bed, her knees near the middle of the length. The Christmas lights gave a strangely macabre essence to the scene in that hotel room, the multicolored lights tracing a festive pattern on the silver duct tape, glistening brightly in the cold sweaty patches that gleamed on Karen's nude, bound body. I pulled a ball gag from my bag of tricks and shoved it between her mouth as she struggled to protest, fastening it securely behind her head. "It makes the experience so much more... intense, if you can't cry out," I explained, as muffled noises escaped from around the gag. I climbed on the bed facing her, bringing with me my paper bag full of goodies, and grabbing the spreader bar between her knees, I pushed it all the way up and back so that it was pressed flush against Karen's torso, her little ass muscle and pussy and buttocks exposed to my attentions. At first, I just held the bar there as I knelt back on my heels and rubbed and pulled and twisted on her little clit, my cock dancing between her cheeks, watching as the little tart became more and more excited, muffled squeaks of pleasure leaking out around the gag, her hips rocking slowly, the fleshy lips of her young pussy periodically rippling with the waves of yet another building orgasm. |