He laid back, face up, ready to do whatever was required. She moved her body on top of his, sitting on his hips, facing his feet. He felt the magic of the cuffs being put on his ankles and the spreader bar going on. His legs accommodated it beautifully, and it further put him into "the zone." That delicious mindset where he could give it all up to her.
She then, slowly, lowered herself onto his face. He began by licking the full length of her pussy, between her lips, up to her clit, where he began to suck, in earnest. He could gather from her response that he was doing something right. Her excitement was evident, her juices ran down between her legs, and he had to swallow often to keep up with her production.
His jaws ached, his tongue was tired but she was not climaxing. It felt too good to her, he was too expert at servicing her and she wasn't in any hurry to end it with an orgasm. She would raise herself just long enough to let him catch his breath before starting the process all over again.. He took a chance and slipped his tongue inside her asshole, hoping that might send her over the edge, that might be the push that she needed.
Initially, she gasped, then moaned. She was bucking against his face, pushing herself against his nose, she was oh-so-close to climaxing. He soldiered on, determined to give her an orgasm unlike any other she had ever had.
Suddenly, she stopped moving and he thought she was finally coming. But instead of the onslaught of juices he was prepared to slurp up, she lifted herself off of his face. This was followed by a succession of slaps, via her crop, to his cock.
His knees drew up to his chest, instinctively, to protect his jewels. She swatted his knees away, forced them back to the ground as she bent over to lick his balls, run her tongue over the tip of his cock. He was growing hard, quickly, and the combination of pain and pleasure was almost more than he could handle, as she alternated her licking with quick slaps of her crop. She unwrapped the leather cord which had been hanging around her neck and began to expertly wrap his cock and balls tightly, threading the cord between his balls, up and over his cock. She expertly trussed it up, back and forth. He felt the cord getting tighter and tighter across his cock and then back down between his balls, practically cutting them off completely. Again, the pain was great, unique and controlled. The pleasure he experienced weighed equally against the pain, exciting him even further.
"So, you think you can just go and stick your tongue up my asshole without my noticing? Without my permission? Did I give you permission to stick your tongue there?," she asked.
He shook his head.
"Did I give you permission to respond to my question?"
He didn't move a muscle, he just looked up at her, hoping that his punishment wouldn't be too severe or leave permanent marks.
"Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to do so," she instructed.
She walked away from him and he heard her rustling through her bag.
He tensed up as he heard her walking back towards him.
"Okay, babe, just relax, and I will try very hard not to hurt you too much," her voice coming from the direction of his feet. "Now raise your legs into the air. Bend your knees. I am only interested in your bum," she instructed.
He did as she requested but his whole body was shaking. This was new territory for him and it didn't make him feel at all better when she began to mock him.
