Foxtrot drew first round. In my prison I could hear them laugh and make jokes and then I felt her hands on my hips. She guided her cock home only problem was…..I was too high up for her to get to and, with my head trapped I couldnt move my hips the right way. Other problem was that my hands and ankles were shackled to the box so I had no way of helping her get where she needed to go. So my head was freed and I moved so Foxtrot could gain her prize. She rode me for a while and I could feel the dread start to build as I was being shoved closer and closer to climax. After what seemed like a few seconds (but was significantly longer than that. Time dilates when im cuffed idk why.) I clicked the clicker.
A round of applause was given and Foxtrot thanked me for the experience. I was panting and returned the gratitude as she kissed me on the forehead.
It was at this point that Tango started in and needed to know where her pig nose was. Up until this point in my life, I had never known someone that identified as a pig. Tango fit the bill perfectly, every ounce of her energy SCREAMED ravenous and she was in rare form. She asked Daddy where the clothespins were.
This is when the trouble began…..for me.
Without thinking, I heard clothespins and wheeled to face Bella and thats when the world slowed down.
“NO CLOTHESPINS!!!”
Then time stopped.
To be continued……
Musings of the Wicked 