His Darkest Secret

9. Timed pt. 2

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My body shivered clamped tightly to the chair. The binds holding me slowly laying ruts in the soft flesh of my wrists and ankles. "Before we go any further, it's time to release a few of my little toys." Dylan smiled a gentle, reassuring smile at me and slowly unfastened the two clips pulling my swollen lips open. As the pressure released, my body tensed up and immediately relaxed, Dylan rubbed the sore skin and kissed my temple, assuring me I had been a good girl. His hands moved once again to my engorged nipples. This time twisting the knobs counter clockwise, air rushing back into the chambers and freeing my erect rosebuds from their prisons. The pain was excruciating at first, but then the tingling rush of blood flow brought warmth and comfort to the sore, tender nubs. He took one gently into his mouth and gently sucked the puffy red nipple back to a manageable size. His lips moved to the other nipple and before I knew it I was moaning hungrily as he nursed my wounds with his greedy tongue. "You're mine" he breathed in between attacks. "And I'm gonna take this sweet little body every fucking day." His commands were ringing in my ears, I was overstimulated in the most enchanting way. He withdrew his lips from my skin with a pop and looked in my eyes, studying my frantic ecstasy. "Do they feel better baby girl?" He asked softly, glancing down at my red nipples.
"Mmhmm", I mustered out. "Good, because daddy's not quite done yet." I thought I might cry out when I saw the purple clamps with the tiny bells come into
view. "Please daddy, no, please." "Ah ah ah," he warned, "remember what happens to bad girls who don't obey." The cylindrical sucking device shot through my mind but I was too worried about having my nipples pinched by the harsh clamps to
properly hold my tongue. "Please daddy. I'll do anything." And I meant it. But Dylan was many things, and a man of his word was certainly at the top of that list. "Such a shame, baby girl." Dylan shook his head, "I was rooting for you." Dylan took a clamp in one hand, and my still swollen nipple in the other, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger to stiffen it. Before I could protest any further a clamp was harshly pinned onto the already deep crimson rosebud. I cried out in pain and shock as waves of surprise and pleasure shook my core. Dylan moved back to the briefcase once again and pulled out a small pink band resembling a collar with a buckle and little pink ball. "Do you recognize this," he asked me. "Is it a- a ball gag?" I asked back half innocent half seductive. "That's right sweetheart. I can't have the whole neighborhood hear you screaming once I shove this dildo in your tight little pussy now can I?" The blue dildo came back into view; thick, veiny, with a pert set of balls attached at the base. "Because I promise you," he edged, "you will be taking every inch." The color drained from my face as Dylan slipped the pink collar under my neck and head and inserted the little ball into my forced open mouth. Once satisfied he fumbled with the buckle latch, holding the ball unwaveringly in place. Satisfied with his accomplishment, Dylan returned to rolling my other nipple, making it hard once again, protruding out from my sore breast. The purple clamp was firmly placed and his index finger sadistically tapped the little bell, sending a soft ring through the air. I could lift my head up
just far enough to see the clock said "29:16". Half an hour more of torture. What could he possibly do to me for another half hour? I saw the massive dildo suctioned to the tabletop, fully erect at 7 or 8 inches, with at least inch wide girth. There was no way he was getting that all inside me. Even Dylan at a solid 6-7 inches bottomed out before completely sheathing himself inside my pussy. I expected his hands to reach for the monstrous toy, but instead they reached inside the briefcase again. This time pulling out a little clear cylindered chamber. With a twist knob. And a wicked smile crept onto his face. "Naughty girl, Ms. Dean. You can't say I didn't warn you."