The beer foam aftertaste tickled my nose. My lips were wet.
"You like beer, don't you, bitch?" he said. I couldn't see him, but it sounded like he was walking around me, and he was now behind me to the left. He dragged something cold and hard from my left shoulder down my side and followed the outline of my left ass cheek up to my crack. "What? I can't hear you?"
"Yes I like beer, sir," I blurted out just as he shoved it up between my wet pussylips. I quivered on the bed for a moment, hardly able to stay on my knees, breathing fast and steady.
"Oh, you do, huh? You nasty girl," he said, circling my wet hole with the object which I now identified as the beer bottle. Oh, he is a dirty bastard. "How much do you like it, cunt?" he snapped.
"Ohhh," was all I could force out with each breath. My eyes rolled under the blindfold, my hips thrusting involuntarily.
"Bitch, did I give you permission to do any fucking?"
I quit moving. As much. He removed the bottle.
"Now, I'm going to untie you," he stated, "and you're going to do exactly as I say." I remained silent as I felt the rope loosen my wrists behind my back. "Now, lie down on your back." I did. "Put your arms above your head." I reached up and felt bars that I now held on to. "No, do not hold on." As I let go, I felt warm hands tying my wrists to the bars with rope. Then I felt warm hands tying my ankles to opposite corners of the bed, spreading my legs.