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"Yes, Sir, but..."

"No, buts, well one butt anyway," he said squeezing my ass again. I wiggled against his hand. "Now, turn," he ordered.

My heart raced. Was he really going to do it? My clitty strained against its plastic prison. I turned and faced away from him. He took my purse and opened it. Pulling out, several bands of leather with wide buckles and D rings. He took his time fastening one to my wrist, then the other. The click of the padlocks holding everything together made my heart leap into my throat. Feeling his hands on my thighs got me breathing heavy again. He fastened the other leather cuffs around my thighs and ankles, again taking his time, letting his hands roam all over me.

"Kneel," he said simply. I sank to my knees, momentarily glad for the extra cushion the thigh boots provided for my knees. Master adjusted the cuffs on my thighs and ankles, before more clicks of locks told me I was staying for a while. My heart raced more, as I felt him touch my head. I felt the soft cool leather of the blindfold slip around my head. Master adjusted my long black hair so it covered the band in the back. The soft leather slid over my eyes, plunging me into darkness, and I became more aware of my other senses. Most notably the beating of my heart, but the constant throbbing of my clit in its prison and my hungry ass, tugging at the plug in me were all steady companions, too.

"Ready, girl?" his voice sounded louder now. I nodded again, too nervous to speak. He waited, before adding, "Well?"

I stammered for a moment, "Yes Sir, please... please... please gag me, Sir."

He leaned in close, I could feel the heat from his body. He wrapped the thick material of the collar around my neck, buckling and locking that, too. Before I felt the push at my mouth. I opened my mouth wide and the hard rubber ring settled in behind my teeth. This was no regular gag, it was an extra wide ring gag attached to a posture collar.