As Preston watched the silvery outline of Angel's mummified writhings, his own urge was almost more than he could bear, but still, he waited. Occasionally, he leaned down to tweak her exposed nipples, pinching, licking, and sucking them. Periodically he turned off one or both of the vibrating eggs, smiling at Angel's muffled pleas to turn them back on.
Finally, he could stand it no longer. One last time, he turned off the vibrators. She began pleading again for their stimulation. But this time, he leaned close to where her ear lay hidden beneath the layers of tape and gauze. “Hush, my sweet,” he said. “It's my turn now."
Immediately, she nodded vigorously, saying through her breathing tube, “Yes, Master. Yes!"
Grabbing a pair of heavy-duty scissors, Preston snipped away the wrappings around her legs, as well as the string binding her toes. Her legs were covered in sweat and her incense suddenly filled the room. Hurriedly, he untied her crotchrope and removed the egg from her cunt, leaving the other where it was.
Angel lifted her hips, arching herself to him. Preston took two lengths of rope, tied one to each of her knees, then to the headboard, lifting her legs and exposing her even more.
Finally, he turned on the vibrator still within her ass, and positioned himself. Slowly, teasingly, he slipped just past the threshold of her eager pussy. As much as he wanted to plunge in, he needed to hear her beg more.
And beg she did. “Please don't tease me!” she cried, half muffled by the breathing tube. “Fuck me, Master. Fuck your bitch hard!"
He listened to her for a moment, then rammed himself in. Angel squealed in delight, shaking her head in abandon. He briefly wished he'd freed her head so he could see the look in her eyes. But soon, he closed his own eyes and began a steady rhythm of deep thrusts.
Exercising every ounce of control he had, he allowed himself to approach the edge of bliss again and again, only to pull back. His fingers played with his slave's tits, digging into the soft flesh. He felt himself building toward climax once more, and wished he could make the moment last forever. Grunting, shuddering, he finally came.
As he collapsed on top of Angel's spent body, he continued pumping as he slowly deflated. He ran his hand along the cocoon of tape that enveloped her body and suddenly wanted to touch her skin, look into her eyes, kiss her lips.
He untied her knees, found the scissors and cut the tape around her chest. When he came to her neck, he set the scissors down and began carefully peeling away the tape. Slowly, her features emerged from their dark prison. When her mouth was freed, she spit out the breathing tube.
“Thank you, Master. I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you, too,” he said. He licked her lips and kissed her. When the last piece of tape fell to the floor, he gazed into her eyes. They were moist and full of emotion. He kissed her again, then lay back and ran his hand along the length of her body.
“Mine,” he said simply.
“Yours,” she replied.
Soon, they were asleep in each other's arms.
A week later, Preston sat in his easy chair, watching as Angel tormented the newest acquisition's firm titties. The bleached blonde was tightly bound in a kneeling hogtie leaning against the wall.
The captive was whining pathetically into her ball-gag and struggling against the ropes. She glared at Preston then at Angel, her large blue eyes begging for mercy.
Preston chuckled and shook his head slightly. The bitch was to be the slave of some ancient business tycoon who wanted a young nubile blonde because his wife was too busy throwing tea parties for her friends. Typical customer.
At first he had thought the blonde resembled Sharae. But Sharae was one of a kind. Her hair was natural blonde, and those emerald green eyes that spit fiery glances at him as he trussed her… He had to admit Sharae got under his skin, the way nobody had since Angel. He became aroused as he thought of his Angel and Sharae making love.
But Sharae was long gone, sold to her ex-boyfriend to become his slave. Preston recalled the look of shock and betrayal in her eyes. She couldn't believe Joe would buy her as a slave.
The doorbell rang and Angel looked up at Preston. They weren't expecting company until the next day. Preston stood and nodded to Angel. She untied the ropes holding the girl up and carried her to the playroom.
With the blonde safely out of sight, Preston went to the door and opened it slowly. “What the fuck?!"
Sharae smiled shyly and held out a coil of rope. “This time I brought my own rope… Master."