My Maid is naked, except for a number of restrictive leather items. She (he) is fully hooded by thick leather, beneath which she is securely gagged, her hearing impaired by foam earplugs inserted within her ear canals. Her breathing is laboured. Her arms are stretched above her head, the leather wrist cuffs chained to the top corners of the bed. At the other end, her ankles are similarly cuffed and chained. In between, Maid sports heavy duty leather thigh cuffs attached to each side of the bed, as well as a thick leather waist cincher, similarly attached. A sturdy leather posture collar is fastened below her hood, and this too has been secured to the sides of the bed. Maid is unable move her body a millimetre in any direction.
Beneath Maid's naked buttocks is a large tray, on top of which are a number of cushions. Maid's buttocks are planted on the piled cushions. This has raised Maid's hips and buttocks higher than the rest if her smooth body and legs.
Directly above Maid's buttocks, and pointing vertically towards the ceiling, is her beautifully swollen cock, MY clitty. It is encased by steel rings. It's beautiful, all thick and hard, and glistening in the lights. I cannot resist, and take Maid's throbbing clit into my mouth, sucking and flicking the engorged knob with my tongue. I feel Maid flinch at this assault and a subdued whimper is barely heard from beneath the ballgag and hood. I am such a tease...
Suddenly, nothing but stillness. I sit back away from the bed in an arm chair, watching. Maid cannot hear if I am still there, her ears are effectively muffled beneath the tight leather hood. Maid's thrusting clit, throbbing ponderously and slightly swaying in its centre stage, is tortured by the constriction of the multiple steel rings. It must ache mercilessly, and I can imagine Maid can feel the coolness of the air around it, now it is no longer enveloped in the warmth of my mouth.
Maid's heartbeat slowly subsides, her breathing becomes more shallow, as the frantic sensations of moments ago dissipate.
Maid waits, full of anticipation and expectation. Time ticks, but time has little meaning unless you can see and hear, and Maid can't. I wait a total of 10 minutes. For Maid this will seem like an hour.
I softly approach the bed, being careful not to touch it so Maid has no idea I am there. Very slowly I let the tip of my tongue lap the seepage from her swollen protrusion, a filament of wetness joining our bodies as I pull away again. A muffled moan emits from her, and the only part of her body that is able to move, her swollen clit, twitches. More tongue lapping from me, as I lean over on the bed, but this time with force, as I drink the nectar oozing copiously from her slit. My warm lips and a hot mouth soon follow, as I take Maid deep, bobbing my head up and down on her hardness.
After a few moments, and when it is evident Maid is becoming overly aroused, I pull back, leaving Maid coated with saliva. This time, before retreating, I reach for a favourite toy, a ribbed urethral sound. It is around 6 inches in length, and is a row of spherical balls, one larger ball followed by 2 smaller ones, followed by another larger ball, and the 2 smaller... continuing across its entire length. The end of the plug is shaped like a shepherd's crook, preventing the implement from disappearing entirely.
Maid needs no lubrication. She is generating her own, in copious amount. I place the first larger ball against Maid wet pouting slit, and ease it inside her. There is initially a slight resistance, and I feel Maid twitch beneath me as the first larger sphere slips past her constriction. More twitches and subdued groans follow as each larger sphere disappears into Maid's sensitive slit, until finally the sound is fully inserted, but for the curved crook at the very end. From the hook on the end, I hang a small bullet vibrator and switch it on. Oh my, how Maid twitches now!
