Collette's Property

For now I forgo the liquid refreshment and reach out to squeeze her soft tits before I let my hand run down the latex and around to her bottom. When I reach her butt, I feel the plug, which is sometimes there and sometimes not depending on Collette's whim, but thankfully Collette has given me permission to remove it if I desire to use the tight passage it stretches. The same would be true if Mandy were ball-gagged, as she often is, as Collette knows how much I savor the oral pleasures Mandy can and does provide.

"You're plugged today. Were you a bad slave?" I'm kidding with her as I lift the Newcastle from her tray and taste the hoppy nectar.

"No, Master Robert, Mistress just insists my anus be pliable so she requires me to be plugged at least once every 72 hours at the minimum. Of course, you can remove my plug if you desire." Mandy utters the last sentence with such a teasing sensual voice I have no question she wants to be fucked anally. The truth is Mandy has never given me any indication she does anything but crave my sexual use of her body, despite her inability to achieve climax.

Letting my free hand roam her body, I feel the coldly indifferent steel of her belt as I sip and it makes me muse. "I'd love to fuck your hot wet cunt, you horny bitch, but alas your Mistress does not permit it."

Now Mandy reacts with the same awkward silence she enters every time I mention her trapped vagina. To me it seems to be a mixture of shame and perhaps fear and I wonder if Collette has forbidden her to even talk about her pussy to me. After the awkward moment passes, Mandy speaks in a low soft voice. "Please, Master Robert, let me please you in the way I can."

Her plea is so sincere and genuine it makes me feel guilty for having mentioned that which she has no access to. Placing my mug on a nearby table, I look her square in the eye. "Perhaps someday, Mandy, but for now you may serve with your talented mouth." I pause and then add. "Oh and no hands, a good blowjob doesn't require hands."