Master could be odd sometimes.
We both had been playing Pokémon Go together and were doing really well until I took over the pokemon gym that he had his eyes on. He couldn’t believe that I had pokemon strong enough to do it on my own and wanted to see my phone. I didn’t realize how competitive my master was until he looked through my Pokémon and saw that not only did I have stronger pokémon but I also had more than him!
He gave me a look with the eyes that let me know that I was in trouble. “You know what this means pet?” he asked, scrolling through my pokemon. Noticing that I was almost full.
I gulped suddenly nervous. “What does it mean Sir?” I felt myself shift from one foot to the other.
“It means pet, that I need to do something…” he drawled, noticing my nervousness and smirked at me. “To make us even. Strip.”
I felt myself chew my bottom lip as I took off the simple cardigan and sundress I wore out to catch pokémon with. Watching Master as he went to grab both the rope and toy bag!
Even with the nerves I felt my pussy getting wet, looking forward to whatever my Master had planned.
Well… He spent a good half hour tying me into a chest harness, locking my arms to my chest. Then had me kneel on the ground. My knees tied to my elbows trapping me into a face down ass up position. He fingered the jeweled plug he had me wear full time in my ass making me moan.
“What a pervy little girl I have. I bet you collected all those pokemon to make me pay attention to you, look how wet your pussy already is.” He ran his rough work worn hands over my soft and sensitive ass making me shiver and tense as I waited for a smack across it.
Gasping in surprise as he smacked the other cheek with a sharp and hard smack. I was sure it’d left a handprint and he quickly followed it up with a matching smack across the other cheek.
“Sooo… Pet… Where are your numbers? You have to count, one for each pokemon.”
I shivered and felt my breath quicken. “Yes Sir. One, thank you sir. Two, thank you sir.” and he only smiled, his hand rubbing along my ass as he looked into his bag of paddles, floggers, and belts. I felt my breath catch as he pulled out my favorite belt. “Remember… You don’t get to cum until I tell you that you can.” he grinned, knowing how evil that was. How he could drive me to that edge of orgasm through the experience of the pain he could cause me.
Maybe if I was a good enough girl he’d fuck me? He’d probably fuck me anyway, but I really wanted him to fuck me.
When I need my bondage fix I know where to go. Uncle Jack loves to tie me up. He has this evil little chuckle that he does while he is fastening the rope to what ever he has decided will quench his thirst this time. Most men that love female bondage, like to tie a bitch to the bed. Not Uncle Jack. My cunt is getting wet now thinking about it. I have been tied to a tree, a saw horse, a tractor, the horse stall door, a plow, a pitch fork….you name it and Uncle Jack has tied me to it. He teases the hell out of my body once he has me secured. He makes sure my cunt is nice and wet and his dick is nice and hard before he satisfies me with some hot ass sex and that big ass dick of his.
