A/N: This is non-consent. If you do not like this type of story-telling, don't read. It's pure fiction.
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I unstrap your panting body from the vertical leather table. You are so exhausted from my preparations that you don't even fight me once the cuffs are unclipped from your wrists and ankles. Instead, you sag into me. I chuckle as I position you on the floor. You whimper through your ball-gag as I lock metal chains around your wrists and ankles-after all, I can't leave you unbound for too long; you might begin to think freedom is near if I do such a thing. Once I am finished, you are kneeling on your hands and knees, legs spread.
I can see you are squirming. No doubt the sex noises from the headphones still covering your ears are turning you on. I set up three small stands. Two of the stands are directly under your sagging breasts; the third is below your clit. Once they are in position, I press a button on a remote control, and the implements rise up. The three feathers, each connected securely to its stand, touch your sensitive parts. You still, not sure what is touching you yet. I press a second button on the remote, and the stands begin rotating slowly, brushing the feathers around your nipples and clit. I leave you to your devices for a moment to grab a drink of water. This is hard work, after all.