My private BDSM dungeon – chapter 2 of 5
BDSM with our captured play toy gets more intense. Fiction, BDSM I came back down the stairs to the playroom and Alyson, about twenty minutes later. I could tell by the sweat on her face and body that the chair had given her at least one good orgasm although she was just there, limp with her head hanging down. I muted the TV and stopped the fuck chair with the fake cock still deep in her. “Did you enjoy the ride?” “Fuck you. Let me out of here.” I walked over to her with a collar in my hand. “Three of my friends will be here in about ten minutes. I need to get you ready to meet them.” I placed the collar around her neck and fastened it with a small padlock so she …