A dentist’s chair sits empty, waiting. Blindfolded and handcuffed, she’s led to the chair. He sits her down and cuffs lock her ankles and wrists in place. Her clothes are ripped and cut off her body. He gropes her breasts then slides cord through her nipple rings to her collar, pulling the cord tight, stretching her nipples. Her body twists against the metal holding her in place. A new metal face-hole creation fits between her teeth. He canes her breasts.
Drool runs in a stream. He uses it to lube her pussy. The Fish, a double metal hook, slips into her cunt, prying her open. A vibrator nestles between the folds of her inner labia. Her hips start a rhythmic motion. Because now she wants what he’s doing to her. She wants it very much. You can see it in her eyes and her face, in the softened shape of her mouth.
With PD, it’s always more straps. He tightens them around her chest, her neck, and her forehead. She’s reclined. Her ankles are strapped to the armrests so that her cunt is lifted and her legs spread. Clips tied to her toes stretch her labia. Her pussy opens, pink and juicy. Mr. Pogo pushes into her cunt. PD canes her foot as she comes.
A gas mask encloses her head. PD attaches a tube and bellows. This is her task for the next few hours. Breathing. He places the bellows between her knees so that she can pump it. If she drops it she’s done, a goner breathless. He vibrates her again, but sometimes she forgets to pump the bellows. Because it takes concentration, coming and breathing all at the same time. He laughs. Don’t forget to breathe, he says. It’s subtle, the game he plays with her.
He makes her come many times. And then he leaves. And she’s trying to remember to pump the bellows. It’s all about oxygen.
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