Most of the time it sits in the garden, the frame which carries the garden swing bench. It has a canopy to give shade but I want neither the canopy or the seat...it's the frame that is essential to my day, but if I am to get it upstairs into the bedroom, I first have to take the triangulated legs apart and carry the separate bits upstairs and bolt it back together. It has eyeholes into which he will clip my wrist cuffs and the ankle cuffs will attach to the bottom rail spreading me wide open like a four pointed star. The cuffs, together with the gag and blindfold were a Christmas present.
Done, but I'm sweaty and need a shower and I douche myself as well to be ready for him. I shaved last night so I am beautifully smooth...he likes that...and I put the vanilla flavoured yoghurt up me with my little plastic syringe...tasty, he likes that too...and then put the plug in. And now my red, silk open crotch panties which let me fasten the dog collar around my cock and balls so he can lead me to my 'place'! Finally the cuffs and I'm ready...
Where the hell is he? I have been kneeling in the hallway, blindfolded and gagged, with my boipussy raised towards the door, my lead trailing back between my feet ready for him to grab it but where is he...he is already twenty minutes late. No, wait, I hear his car.
The front door is already unlocked and I hear him enter and since I am pulling my bum cheeks apart, I know he can see my moist hole, the yoghurt leaking out past the plug.
He doesn't speak. He picks up the lead and pulls me quite roughly to my feet, the lead running between the cheeks of my bum. He knows where he is going and encourages me to go up the stairs before him, presumably because he likes what he sees!
In the bedroom he drags me towards the frame and without a word clips my cuffs to the eyeholes, secures my now equally widely spread ankles to each end of the bottom rail...a star is born! I am leaning forward because the bottom rail is behind me and I cannot put my feet solidly on the ground, I'm almost on tip toe, most of my weight taken by the wrist cuffs. He fondles my cock through the silk of my panties, he runs a finger over my moist, plugged hole...I catch my breath, thinking about this moment has been keeping me awake for days, but now he's here.
He kisses my gagged mouth, his breath passing through the holes in the plastic, he caresses my tits, squeezes my nipples and then lowers himself down my body until I feel him biting my engorged cock through red silk. It makes my panties wet and I moan with hunger. But he is patient, not rushing and is now exploring the open panties, searching for the balls, unfastening the lead so that when he takes them in his mouth they are unencumbered, but first...he pulls them down. They don't stretch as much as in the summer when it's warm but nonetheless his pull brings them down midway between crotch and knee...it causes me to gasp, not in pain but the weight of his pull is insistent.