Now that my boss had finished my well-deserved punishment, his fingers slid into my slit from behind, caressing my folds. His hand was immediately soaked and covered with my flowing nectar.

“You’re so wet, Ms Cannon,” he growled.

Despite the heat in my buttocks, my pussy was gushing with excitement. His touch elicited pulsations deep into me and in seconds I was on the brink of explosive orgasm, ready to detonate in tornadoes of joy. But his hand scooped the juices from my clit, back across the sensitive perineum and rubbed them in a circular motion around my puckered hole.

Freaking fuck, no one had ever invaded that exterior entrance and I wasn’t sure I ever wanted them to. I couldn't prevent the instinctive reaction of clenching my ass cheeks tight, jerking away from him. Again the air spun and his palm came down on my cheek, blazing my round ass and making me squeal silently beneath the gag.

“Relax and let go to me,” Valentine growled in my ear.

I mustered my strength to release the clench of my rectum and he swirled my juices into the constricted crease, probing his fingers, gradually encouraging my surrender. I relaxed into the delightful new sensation and then he expertly corkscrewed into the tight entrance. I gasped at the strange pain as I felt my dark tunnel grip around his backward probe and then fall away.

In the instant I surrendered my rear, Valentine pulled his fingers out and a wider vessel was inserted in their place. The full sensation of an oval object weighed heavy in my hole, pressing against the walls and pulled down by exterior weight. I detected the swing of a tail between my legs. It hung across the alert, soft skin between the two holes, teasing on the edge of my stretched open pussy. My tormented rapture had been impossibly jacked up yet another notch. How the hell did Valentine manage to keep me at ever higher levels on the precipice?

Tears had stopped forcing their way through my lids but the blindfold was wet and my surrender was complete. My heart bashed an escape under the tight constriction of the breast bond, the rhythmic thound echoed inside my darkness. Goosebumps rose along my arms and quivered through my core, anticipating a touch from every angle.

I was aware of masculine movement around the dungeon but at a distance. Every pore craned towards the sound, begging for their attention, listening. My pussy quaked with lascivious greed as I waited an interminable length of time, the tail swinging ever more slowly in my crack. When it came to a still and hung tantalizingly out of my ass, the butt plug trying to invade the inner walls of my pussy, I began to wonder whether the men had left me and I'd been abandoned to my voracious hunger.

I stood completely still, noticing the pain in my upper arms, stretched and shackled taut above my head. In my calves, as they fought to maintain my body's stability on the extreme edges of my toes. The exhaustion in the muscles intensified then began to dissipate as sexual avarice revived itself in my hungry nipples and clit. But still I was left alone with my extremes of feeling.

Why couldn't I get Valentine to take me properly? He seemed intent on making me suffer by never allowing me to climax, withholding my release. But it was even worse that he refused to touch me except for the brief moments of punishment.

I waited more time, endless time. Frustration, anger, helplessness, coursed through me then an overwhelming feeling rising in my chest. I reached inward to identify the emotion bubbling so high under my constricted breasts, to my tightened throat, furious enough to detonate and realized it was love.

At that exact moment of realization, the gag was pulled off and when I opened my mouth to drag air, it was filled with a delicious hard shaft resting on my lip. I opened my mouth wide to take it in ravenously, all the way to the back of my throat. I rode my tight mouth along the hot length, lapping it to the root. Firm fingers reached beneath me to pinch and pull my erect nipples while I clasped the head inside my deeper throat, with the pressure of the choke around my neck.

I knew the taste, the texture of the leathery smooth skin and veins under the tip of my tongue, the aroma of male musk and I fervently wished my hands were released so I could touch him.

“Unghh,” I moaned onto the head filling me as a second one delved between my dripping folds from behind to circle my entrance.

Tantalizing and pulling me toward oblivion, it edged through the entrance then plunged deep, stretching me open. He pulled all the way out to the head and circled our tips of pleasure before thrusting hard into me again.

I almost screamed with pleasure as I was filled in every hole and four hands tweaked and stroked my erogenous nubs. Two beautiful cocks filled my mouth and pussy, the plug stretched my ass while two pairs of hands worked under my bent forward torso tugging my nipples and circling my furious clit.

I thundered into climax in moments and wandered through blissful delirium while the men plundered my caverns in rhythmic unison, sawing back and forth until they ejaculated their delectable seed into me shortly after. Knowing the taste of my master so well, I licked all his creamy liquid from my lips and swallowed.

I was dropping with exhaustion, barely able to remain upright, but more than willing to continue if my master commanded. The manacles gripping my wrists were unlocked and I was wrapped in a soft alpaca blanket and lifted into two ferocious strong arms. Cossetted inside the baby wool cocoon, with my panties still at my knees, I wore only the five inch heels and the blindfold, as I was carried through the long halls and back to my room. I very cautiously reached my fingers to touch the armored chest through the blanket, the first time I’d managed to sneak a feel of his body, warm and immeasurably powerful.