*all references to characters, locations and events are fictional. Any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental*
With my mouth and tongue occupied with your dripping cock, my mind begins to take in the details of my predicament. Here I am on my knees in front of you, my lips spread into a large O by the ring gag fastened around my neck. I am distinctly aware of the carpet under my stocking-encased knees and the toes of my high-heeled shoes in the floor under my round butt. The chastity cage around my swollen cock has been tight since you arrived and I can almost feel the wetness as it drips from the end. My wrists have finally become accustomed to the cold steel of the hand cuffs. The air is cool on the lube still coating my hole, recently opened by the rough fucking I received and still framed by the black open crotch panties which contrast with the rosy pink of my cheeks from the spanking. The boning in my leather corset is beginning to poke in places, reminding me of my place as your slut. My wig has begun to stick somewhat to my forehead and the collar around my neck has faded to almost an afterthought.
The mental explorations come to a close suddenly when I feel your cock shifting in my mouth from you settling in deeper to the recliner, using the remote to click between the channels on my television. News channels, sporting events, cable movies, all flash by behind me as my view of your cock in my mouth never changes.
"Yes indeed slut, the start of a beautiful weekend. Are you enjoying yourself?" you ask, looking down at me between your legs. I look back up at you, nodding my head as best I can with my mouth occupied.
"Hahaha! Hard to answer isn't it bitch? Well you'll get used to it," you inform me with a wink and I can feel a deep blush pervade my cheeks at the attention. The minutes begin to tick by one after another until I've lost track of time, the only sounds marking the silence those of the changing channels and your occasional moans when I perform particularly well. I find myself trying to illicit deeper and longer moans from you, doing my best to please you. My reward is your precum coating my tongue, allowing me to taste you in my mouth.
"You are growing quite talented at this, slut. I wonder how long your training will last until you become the consummate professional. We'll have to wait and see at another time," you say, pulling your cock out from the middle of the gag and freeing my mouth. Grabbing my chin and looking down into my open mouth, I see a most wicked smile cross your face.
"Yes this mouth will become most talented indeed! For now however there's nothing worth watching on TV so you'll have to provide an alternative."
Rising up from the chair and standing over me you reach down to the buckle at the back of my neck.
"Now I'm going to take this gag off and give your jaw some time to relax. But while it's off you are not to say a single word, understand? Nodding or shaking that pretty little head will have to do. Got it?"
I nod my head up and down to indicate my understanding and I'm rewarded with the release of my mouth from the strict confines of the ring gag. Stretching my jaw I'm careful not to utter any noise of relief. Looking up at you I can see a satisfied smile on your face and I blush once again from the attention and my own pride in myself for pleasing you.
"Feel better, slut? Well don't get too comfortable. We're going to play a little game. It doesn't have a name, at least not one that I've come up with yet but I think you'll enjoy it."
"Rule number 1: no peeking!" I'm informed as you move to the table, taking up the blindfold and adjusting it around my head. My world goes dark and I can feel my other senses begin to heighten. Suddenly I feel your heavy cock smack into my right cheek, making me jump with surprise.
"Hahaha! Just checking slut. Rule number 2: this is a hands on game so these cuffs won't be needed."
My wrists are released from the handcuffs, allowing full movement once again of my arms. I bring my hands around in front of me, rubbing the red spot where the cuffs were sitting. With the circulation returning I place my hands on my thighs to either side of my cage.
"And finally rule number 3: you will use anything I give you to use in whatever way you think will please me to watch. Do you understand the rules, slut?" Remembering your instructions to keep quiet I nod my head up and down to indicate my consent.
"Good. First, I'm sure you're getting a little cold so lay back and use those hands to warm up."
I nod my head in understanding as I slowly lay myself back on the carpet and begin to run my hands over my body. Starting with my neck and slowly rubbing down over the corset my hands explore under the leather, pinching my sensitive nipples as I go. Moving down my smooth torso, my hands frame my chastity cage and make slow circles around my trapped cock. Raising one leg in the air, I run my fingers down my thigh and calf before massaging back up my legs. Repeating the process with the other leg, I soon have both legs in the air. Slowly spreading my legs I run my hands down the inside of my thigh, up my body and back to my neck and shoulders. My hands continue to explore my body when I feel a slight bump from an object landing on the floor next to me.