"Do you understand?" He asked me.
I couldn't really respond. Not with my mouth taped shut. I nodded my head once, like he instructed me to. He was looking me in the eyes and didn't break contact. Trust was very important to me. I trusted him.
Two nods meant no. It was easy enough. I wanted him to push me. I wanted to find out what my breaking limit was. I wanted to please him. I needed to please him.
He ran his hands along my back. I was strapped in place on a rather comfortable bench. My hands were fastened by their wrists to the front eye bolts. My ankles the same to the back. I tried to move them, but they were secure. My legs were spread so that my hole was on display for him. For him.
When he got to my ass, he gave it a playful smack. I jumped a little and clenched my hands into fists.
"Okay?" he asked.
I nodded my head once I for yes.
He did two quick smacks in succession, one on each cheek. I wondered if they were starting to get red. I pictured his read hand print on them. That thought of made my dick get instantly hard.
He ran his hand along my crack and then took one finger and circled it over my hole.
"Ready?" he asked. I nodded my head once.