We learned early on that My Girl doesn't like panties (or any cloth) stuffed in her mouth. It's not that she feels like she's choking; it's that she doesn't like the dry mouth feeling until her saliva can saturate the cloth. And the dry mouth seems to delay saliva production for a long time, so the cloth gag stays dry. I was skeptical, but her responding argument was "No saliva, no juicy blow jobs!" I changed my mind rather quickly about using cloth gags. But not tonight. Cloth was going to fit perfectly in my plans.
I reached down to her now thoroughly drenched pussy, and gave a little rougher squeeze of her pussy lips than necessary. She moaned with pleasure. Then I gave a sharp finger flick to her pussy pearl. I had felt her clit was firm and engorged when I fingered her seconds ago, and she gasped and writhed in pleasure from the sting of my finger flick. I reached under the elasticized left leg hole of the 'grannies' and fingered the wet folds of her pussy. She was dripping. Yep, marinating nicely. I licked and sucked her pussy flower nectar from my fingers.
I had placed EMT scissors within reach of her right hand for bondage safety. But I needed them now. I walked to her right hand. My Girl turned her head to see me take the scissors. Then I walked back behind her and stepped up close behind her pushed-out ass. I slid my left index finger through the left leg hole across her ass until I reached the right leg hole. I pulled up hard enough on the cotton gusset of the 'grannies' so that the front of her pussy got a wedgie 'camel-toe'. More gasps from My Girl.
I cut the 'grannies' from right to left just above the seam where the gusset joined at the back panel. The gusset dropped slightly but remained wedged in the folds of her pussy. I then cut a vertical line along the back panel of the granny underwear, using her ass crack as a guide. The 'grannies' fell to each side of her hips once I cut the waistband. I pulled the gusset away from her pussy, then tugged the gusset harder to pull the rest of the 'grannies' from under her body. The ends flowed under her hips, gathered under My Girl's pubis then rubbed along her clit until the 'grannies' popped free. I could tell she had loved the friction by the way she was rocking and grinding her mound against the table edge.
I walked around to the head end of the table to show her the cut 'grannies'. I held the ends of the panties by the waistband where they had once joined at her ass crack. The pussy-wet gusset hung heavily, making the 'grannies' look like a crude letter 'T'. Pulling the two ends apart, I swung the 'grannies' like a skipping rope to wind the gusset around the stretched fabric of the body panels until the gusset was wound around and the 'grannies' resembled a rope with a thickened center zone. "You know...(I paused for effect)... your pussy made these quite wet, so you have a head start until your saliva soaks into them to make it a bit more comfortable. Think about it."
I placed the improvised 'grannies' gag on the table just in front of her nose and mouth so she could confirm by sight and smell that they were indeed quite wet with her juices. She groaned at the thought of the undies gag.
I sauntered over to the sideboard and opened the wine. I poured a half-glass. I was in her sight line. I could see her looking with apprehension. My Girl
really
does not like cloth gags. I was about to take a sip of the wine before walking over to her to hold the ends of the 'grannies' gag together and dip the swollen gusset center in the wine glass to absorb the wine. "Pussy-flavoured wine! I'd buy it!" I thought.
Then I had a better idea. I lowered the latex blindfold over her eyes, then walked to the side of the table next to her right side. "Don't gasp, don't move," I ordered.
I poured some wine into the hollow in the small of her back. My Girl gasped and moved—both barely perceptible, so I overlooked this 'infraction'. She hadn't moved enough to spill any wine. I dipped the swollen middle section of the 'grannies' gag in the wine pool on her back until it had absorbed all it could. I sucked and licked the small amount of wine left in her back hollow, then went to her to apply the gag. I stuffed the red wine-soaked ball of gusset into her mouth. I could hear her sucking greedily to enjoy the wine, her cheeks moving despite the gag that was now tied behind My Girl's head. I think the wine was going to stimulate lots of saliva flow.
I had yet to tie her ankles to the table legs at the head of the table (technically now the 'ass end' of the table). But first a few final touches!
I removed from a small camping cooler, now used as a warmer, a quite warm "icy/hot" first aid bag used for sports injuries. I walked to her right side and lifted her torso so I could slide the warm pad under her right tit. It was a bit warmer than she likes, but not dangerously hot. A gasp, then a moan of minor protest. Not that the protest would change things. "Don't worry. The pad will cool eventually. But first I'll average the temperature."
I pulled the chilled key lime pie with whipped cream topping from the ice-filled cooler. I went to her left side, ordered her to roll to the right, then gave a gentle lift of her torso for greater clearance. I slid the ice-cold pie under her left tit and pushed her down into it. A loud, muffled squeal of shock! erupted from My Girl. Then she clamped her mouth tightly. She was trying hard not to call me names.
"Don't worry," I said, "you'll be getting hot enough soon that you'll forget about the pie—you'll warm it up, even!"
Back at her pussy, I was kneeling, about to start tying her ankles, but first sneaked in a long lingering sniff of her pussy and ass, my nose just barely grazing her. "The pool noodle," I thought. I almost forgot it before doing the ties. I grabbed the 2-foot length of pool noodle that I had sliced halfway through lengthwise along one side. I lifted My Girl by the hips and wedged her up with my left hip. My stiff swollen cock enjoying the pressure against her inner right thigh. Meanwhile, I slid the slit pool noodle onto the edge of the table to make a bumper guard.
I set My Girl's hips back down on the pool noodle. Her hip bones snuggled into the soft ridge formed by the pool noodle, her outstretched toes now an inch from the floor, and only one more thing to do ...
I puta remote-control bullet vibrator snugly in the hole I had drilled in the pool noodle. The vibe was now in firm contact with My Girl's clit. I pushed down firmly on her hips with my palms to get her centered on the vibe and she moaned in ecstasy. (OK, quarter-ecstasy. I'll be taking her to full ecstasy ... eventually... and on my terms and schedule, not hers.). I hit the remote in my right hand and the vibration jolted her whole body! (Maybe half-ecstasy now? ... I don't really know what's going on in her mind—I wish I did!)
"OK," I said, "it works!"
I turned the vibrator off. A groan of disappointment drizzled from My Girl's gagged mouth.
"Don't worry My Girl. You
might
get the vibe again later, but it's back-up. I'm hoping you won't need it.
"First, you need to hold really still for your branding."
She stiffened and I could hear a yelled but muffled, "What the fuck!".
I grabbed her left ass cheek with my right hand and squeezed really hard. I could see her soft perfect white ass flesh pillowing up between my fingers. "Quiet," I hissed. "I'm not
really
branding you—not with a hot iron, anyway."
Her mouth softened somewhat in relief, but I could tell from the remaining facial tension that she had questions. "I guess you're thinking 'What the fuck am I going to do to you?" That right, My Girl?"
She nodded in agreement.
"It'll hurt plenty ... but you'll enjoy it, love it, savor it!" I hissed.
I gently caressed her ass cheeks, to soothe her, warm them a bit (the cool air and fright of "branding" had raised goosebumps) and well ... I just love smoothing and caressing her beautiful well-formed ass with just that right amount of baby fat over her well-toned glute muscles. (My Girl weight trains.)
"Now, I need you to hold very still..." I was on my knees now, my face inches from her left ass cheek, with me concentrating on her as my 'blank canvas'.
Occasionally I'd veer my face to the right to get a better whiff of her pussy and ass, but as the night progressed her pussy was so well marinated that My Girl's pussy fragrance filled my nostrils from a yard away. And with muted 'top notes' of her ass fragrance...
Unable to control my animal lust I wedged my face in between her ass cheeks. Pushed the tip of my nose hard against her sweet puckered ass and breathed deep. My tongue darted to her pussy. I pushed in hard with my tongue, mostly to get her flavor. I couldn't quite reach her clit when my nose was pressed to her ass. But my goal here was to build her anticipation of my tongue on her clit. I wanted to get her
really
amped up.
As I was pulling away I had an irresistible urge to push my tongue in her ass. So I did. My tongue gave her ass long, deep, powerful thrusts. My Girl moaned more deeply than ever and wiggled her ass and hips. I wanted to fuck her brains out then and there.
