This development has Peter hesitating at first. But the fierce glare she is giving him is scary. He also thinks that she is about to scold him again. This makes him promptly open his mouth. " There you go, what a good boy you are," she rewards him while simultaneously sticking the butt plug in his mouth. "Alright, bite down on it and start sucking it like an infant pacifier," she directs him.
Having the butt plug in his mouth is having a duo effect on Peter. On the one hand, he is repulsed by the thought of sucking on the thing. He knows that Mistress Julie would have cleaned the toy, but Peter could not shake the image of the butt plug being in some other guys' asses. On the other hand, Peter is so excited to finally have a session with Mistress Julie, that he would do anything she asks of him.
So, as Peter tries to get his taste buds to like the taste of the rubber, Mistress continues talking, "see that wasn't all that bad was it, slave"? Peter shakes his head back and forth as he mumbles pass the mouth-filling butt plug, "whoa...miss...twist". Mistress Julie has to laugh at his attempt to speak with his mouth full.
"Now while you get that plug ready for me, slave. I'll just start preparing you for what you came to see me for in the first place," Mistress Julie say as she playfully traces circles around both nipples with her fingertips. "Now, be a good boy for Mistress, and give me a wrist please".
Obediently Peter presents his right arm to Mistress Julie. She has stepped back from teasing his nipples and is now waiting patiently with a wrist cuff in her hands. Now that her slave has given her the wrist that she had demanded, she slides the leather cuff over his arm and gently fastening the chrome buckle.
The soft snip of the small brass padlock clasping is Peters' indication that she is done with this arm. So trying to earn brownie point with Mistress Julie, he presents his other arm before she requested it.
His selfless gesture did not go on observed. In fact, Mistress Julie is pleased by it. His simple action is the first sign that her newbie is accepting his role in their dynamic. So, Mistress Julie meticulously locks Peter other wrist and ankles in their cuffs, with each buckling ending with the reassuring sound of locks snips.
While Mistress Julie is in her squat applying his ankle cuffs he has to smirk, even though his mouth is still full with the butt plug in it. He realizes that she is at his feet. " Wipe that stupid grin off your face, slave," Mistress Julie demands after seeing it when she looked up to check on him. "You might be enjoying your view my pet, but let's not forget who's in charge and who has the whip," she says with a giggle.
"Wes is-twist," he says as he attempts to say, yes mistress. The butt plug in his mouth making it difficult. Julie also finds his try at apologizing for it quite endearing too, "lime war-we miss-twist. ”Moments later Peter hears a snip, and not long afterward there is another snip as Julie secures the locks on the ankle cuffs. Luckily she had placed her cart close enough that she did not have to stand to pull a bar from it. Just a slight stretch and she had the thing in hand. "Do you know what this is, Slave," she asks Peter holding out the 30" bar for him to see.
Peter looks at the shiny chrome bar, that has two short lengths of chain attached to either end. He shakes his head no to indicate that he did not. "No matter she declares as she goes down on one knee in front of him. She put her hands between his legs and starts slapping the inner calves, while she explains the purpose of the shiny bar.
"This little thing is a spreader bar," she says, "this will just help ensure that I have unrestricted access to that beautiful cock of yours. I just love to decorate my slaves by hanging things from their balls too. All I have to do is snap these two little clips onto your ankle cuffs, (clip...clip) and voilà."
Peter shuffled back and forth on his feet adjusting to a more comfortable stance, or he tried too. "Isn't that a lot better, slave. Now you don't have to worry about what to do with your legs. Plus I get a wonderful unrestricted spot to torture." Julie teases. "Why don't we take care of those hands too," she says picking up a remote control and press a button. (click)
(Whizzzz) Peter hears an electric motor click on. He looks above his head to see another spreader bar lowering from the ceiling. The whining notice came from the electric winch it is attached to. Julie allows the bar to lower until it is just above Peters’ head. "There we go, slave," she tells him, "all I need now is to connect your hands to it," she says as she gently raises one arm above his head.
(Snip) Peter hears as the first clip is connected into place. Then once again, Julie repeats the process by gently taking his other arm until he hears that now familiar sound. (Snip)
"Awe! There we go," comments Julie, as she checks over her handy work, before pressing the button on the remote. Peter hears the click of the remote and the whine of the winch as it starts pulling his arms up and above his head. Peter looks up and sees his hands being pulled higher and higher.
The winch's motor didn't stop it's humming until Julie put her slave up on his tiptoes. "There you go," she said, "you're all ready for me to play with." Julie picks up a bottle of lube as she moves around to Peter's backside. "Do you want to get that thing out of your mouth," she asks him.
Peter tries to get himself use to his new stretched predicament, he shifts his weight back and forth from one foot to the other trying to get comfortable, but not having much luck. Mistress Julie put him on his toes for a reason, and comfort wasn't it. Peter finally gave into his position and stood there. So being a good slave for his Mistress, he replies to her question, "west miss twist."
Grabbing the base of the butt plug in Peter's mouth, Julie gently pulls on it. As she does she response to Peter, "Good boy, now open wide." (POP). As soon as Peter relaxes his jaw, Julie pulls the plug out of his mouth causing that popping notice. "Oh wow slave," Julie complements before continuing. "You did a great job getting this slicked up for me. I will just add a little more lube, then we will be ready to insert it. Oh, slave, we're going to have so much fun."
Having a plug in his ass is not what Peter would call fun. Stopping it from happening is not an option. When he got her Julie had him answer a questionnaire. It was a list of fetishes that he had to agree to or not. For anal he had marked yes to it. But now that it was about to really happen. Peter became more nervous. His heart started to race, he began sweating, and a lump developed in his throat. He even clenches his butt cheek as hard as he can.
Julie picks up on his body clues and she laughs (ha! ha! ha!) before starting to speak, “My, my slave, your nervousness is so darn cute. But this is going to happen." She says banishing her trusted butt plug before her like a sword. "Do you understand me, slave?" Page 03: (Press Here) Page 01: [Press Here]
Peter shuffled back and forth on his feet adjusting to a more comfortable stance, or he tried too. "Isn't that a lot better, slave. Now you don't have to worry about what to do with your legs. Plus I get a wonderful unrestricted spot to torture." Julie teases. "Why don't we take care of those hands too," she says picking up a remote control and press a button. (click)
(Whizzzz) Peter hears an electric motor click on. He looks above his head to see another spreader bar lowering from the ceiling. The whining notice came from the electric winch it is attached to. Julie allows the bar to lower until it is just above Peters’ head. "There we go, slave," she tells him, "all I need now is to connect your hands to it," she says as she gently raises one arm above his head.
(Snip) Peter hears as the first clip is connected into place. Then once again, Julie repeats the process by gently taking his other arm until he hears that now familiar sound. (Snip)
"Awe! There we go," comments Julie, as she checks over her handy work, before pressing the button on the remote. Peter hears the click of the remote and the whine of the winch as it starts pulling his arms up and above his head. Peter looks up and sees his hands being pulled higher and higher.
The winch's motor didn't stop it's humming until Julie put her slave up on his tiptoes. "There you go," she said, "you're all ready for me to play with." Julie picks up a bottle of lube as she moves around to Peter's backside. "Do you want to get that thing out of your mouth," she asks him.
Peter tries to get himself use to his new stretched predicament, he shifts his weight back and forth from one foot to the other trying to get comfortable, but not having much luck. Mistress Julie put him on his toes for a reason, and comfort wasn't it. Peter finally gave into his position and stood there. So being a good slave for his Mistress, he replies to her question, "west miss twist."
Grabbing the base of the butt plug in Peter's mouth, Julie gently pulls on it. As she does she response to Peter, "Good boy, now open wide." (POP). As soon as Peter relaxes his jaw, Julie pulls the plug out of his mouth causing that popping notice. "Oh wow slave," Julie complements before continuing. "You did a great job getting this slicked up for me. I will just add a little more lube, then we will be ready to insert it. Oh, slave, we're going to have so much fun."
Having a plug in his ass is not what Peter would call fun. Stopping it from happening is not an option. When he got her Julie had him answer a questionnaire. It was a list of fetishes that he had to agree to or not. For anal he had marked yes to it. But now that it was about to really happen. Peter became more nervous. His heart started to race, he began sweating, and a lump developed in his throat. He even clenches his butt cheek as hard as he can.
Julie picks up on his body clues and she laughs (ha! ha! ha!) before starting to speak, “My, my slave, your nervousness is so darn cute. But this is going to happen." She says banishing her trusted butt plug before her like a sword. "Do you understand me, slave?" Page 03: (Press Here) Page 01: [Press Here]
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