"Please Master, don't stop!" I gasped, as Tel'estar's hand slowly twisted left and right deep inside my belly, my sex lips tightly stretched around his strong wrist, as he rubbed a thick rubbery gel onto the walls of my vagina. "Close your fist Master, your pet begs you!" I pleaded.
"So, you are finally MY pet?" my Master inquired, as he began to rotate his hand inside my vagina, his wrist flexing against my pussy lips, stretching my vaginal walls around his moving fingers and knuckles. I bit down hard on my lower lip, trying to suppress a scream of joy and delight, as I focused on answering his question truthfully without revealing the true nature of my relationship with his sister!
"Master has made it clear throughout my captivity that I am now HIS pet!" I gasped, interrupting myself with a long loud moan of pleasure before my collar caused me to say anything else!
I was strapped into the thick leather corset again, my arms secured behind my back as before. This time, however, I was hanging from a swivel bracket attached to a crossbeam in the ceiling, attached by two heavy chains that led to large iron rings that had been fitted to the back of the corset. My lower legs had been folded tightly back against my thighs and secured there with thick leather straps. Short lengths of chain attached to the thigh straps hooked to attachment points on the sides of the corset, forcing me to spread my thighs wide apart, exposing my sex for completely unimpeded access. Iron weights hung from clamps that had already squeezed my nipples to near numbness. My thighs now jolted slightly as Tel'estar slowly and carefully withdrew his hand from within my vagina, to deep groans of frustration from me. He then smeared the gel onto my sex lips, making sure that my little pleasure button had also been well covered in it, before he stood up and stepped in front of me.
"There." he said "now, that needs a few moments to take effect. Relax, MY little pet." he said, grinning "and my guest and I will be with you shortly!"
"Yes, Master." I replied, gasping softly, my vagina still throbbing. I watched my Master as he opened the door of the room. Then he turned back to me.
"I nearly forgot!" he said, "as I've been enjoying our little chats so much recently!" He moved to one side of the room and returned almost immediately with a metal ring gag.
"Master, can your pet make a request before she is silenced for the evening?" I asked.
"Of course, little Hu-woman!" he replied.
"Can Master not spin me too fast?" I requested. "Your pet gets dizzy easily!"
"I'll bear that in mind." he said, smiling, as he fitted the metal ring behind my teeth, forcing my mouth wide open, before strapping it in place around my head. He then left me alone to contemplate the irony of my now being considered 'too talkative' as a girl. In my unlamented previous existence as a man, having no interest in sports, or any of the other classic male topics of conversation, I rarely had much to say in social situations; I had been considered 'laconic' or even 'taciturn' then, now I apparently had to be physically shut up when in the company of someone who intrigued me that way Tel'estar did!
I hung in place I waited, a feeling of coldness developing in my lovelips and nubbin, that gradually extended to my vaginal walls and deeper inside me. This gave way to a vague feeling of insensitivity, the drafts of warm air flowing through the room no longer gently tickling my exposed intimate regions the way they had earlier. The better part of an hour passed; a thread of drool dribbled from my stretched open mouth as I finally dozed off, despite my discomfort. I was suddenly roused to consciousness by the sound of the door opening.
My eyes opened wide and I squealed loudly, even with the metal ring forcing my jaws apart, as Tel'estar's 'guest' approached. A massively built figure, a true Bull-demon, strode across the room towards me! He was to all intents and purposes a Minotaur from Greek myth, his horned head bearing no human resemblance whatsoever, an upper body that would have made the largest human bodybuilders feel inadequate and the lower body that of a bull, his leather breeches bulging incredibly in the crotch area. I wriggled and groaned, unsure if I really wanted to be coupled with such a beast-man, the resemblance too much like an animal for me, while at the same time curious to see if the dimensions of his cock would match the rest of him! However, he stopped a few paces before me, then gripped his horns and lifted his head from off his shoulders! I screamed behind the gag, then relaxed as a handsome human head, bearing a pair of short horns, one at each of his temples, was revealed. I could now see that the bull's head was in fact a beautifully sculpted mask!
"You were right, Tel!" he said, laughing. "She was completely fooled!"
