So I sat back and watched her grind her pussy down on the wooden phallus and looked at her eyes as she watched me watching her. It seemed that the exhibitionist in her took over, getting off on how much I was enjoying seeing her fuck herself. Suddenly she went rigid in another orgasm and a muffled scream escaped the gag, sweat plastering her hair against her forehead.
I thought it might be time for a break so I removed her gag.
"Would you like a drink?" I asked.
"Yes, please." she croaked. Then with a slightly stronger voice she said, "The wine cellar is to the left outside the door."
"Red or white?" I asked.
"Champagne. You'll find it in the cooler."
I recognized the panel to the left and pressed on it and the door to the wine cellar whooshed open. The cooler was near the door; four bottles of Dom Perignon (among others). 'Well hell yes' I thought, 'this is certainly an occasion to celebrate!' I grabbed a bottle, found two glasses and headed back.
When I came back to the playroom I saw that she was at it again, working that dildo for all it was worth. I had to smile; this had to be the hottest girl I'd ever met.
She let out a startled 'ooh' when she realized I'd returned and she settled down but pressed her pussy down hard on the phallus.
I removed the cord that was splitting her tits and her throaty groan of relief made me want to experience the depths of that throat. I untied her elbows and hands and poured us each a drink.
After a couple of sips I asked "How do you feel?"
"Hot! I need you to fuck me. I want to be tied tight and fucked!"
"I'll be delighted to oblige." I said, giving her a little smile. "Let me see what I can do for you."
I pulled a padded table over in front of her and collected a pair of leather cuffs, an 18-inch spreader bar and a harness ring gag. It took some doing but I finally got the ring behind her teeth; her mouth gaping to accommodate it. I put the cuffs on her elbows and hooked them together then cut her legs free of the chair.
I helped her stand (her pussy making the most delicious slurping sound as it sucked free of the dildo) then helped her up onto the table laying her face down.
I strapped the spreader bar between her knees, tied her wrists together and her ankles together then bent her lower legs up to attach her ankles and wrists together making a tight hogtie.
Next came the chains: one attached to the hooks between the cuffs on her elbows and the other to the center of the spreader bar. I cranked them up and away she went; for now suspended above the table. Further adjustments to the chains got her into a vertical position with her pussy at the correct height for me to impale her while I stood in front of her.
I slipped my erection into her. I don't think I had ever been inside a hotter, wetter, tighter pussy. I was in no rush, wanting to savor her delights but she seemed eager for a reaming as she started to swing in the chains wanting to force a quicker, harder tempo. What's a man to do? I obliged. I followed her lead and rammed her harder and faster. She came quickly but continued to ride my dick, milking it. I let her do most of the work while I pressed deep into her.