Stronger and harder the goddess rode my face, and firmer and with greater effort, the goddess handled my subjugated manhood. The goddess was now pumping my cock for all it was worth at the same tempo she rode my pain ridden face, until my cock grew stiff yet again that evening. The goddess quickly leapt off my face, and with equal force impaled herself on my newly hardened dick. Riding it with as much effort as she rode my face, raising her body until I was no longer in her, then dropping the full weight of herself back down the entire length of my shaft. At times she would throw her weight to one side or the other, or lean way back. At these times the goddess would quicken her pace even more if that were possible. Her breathing became hard, like a billows at a kiln. Gusty and full of energy, her pussy started to convulse and grab at my cock ever harder, my dick responded by building another load until my climax caused me to arch my body ramming as much of myself as I could deeply into the goddess.
A moment later the goddess collapsed on me, listlessly placing the gag in my mouth, holding it in with her hand, then recovering enough to secure it behind my head with a click.
The weight of the goddess was removed, the blindfold still preventing me from seeing her lovely form, I could hear the sounds of the water running, and could hear the goddess stepping in. I lay there on the floor, the cold from the tile sinking deep into my muscles. By the time the goddess turned off the water, I was shivering from the added cold. I could hear the goddess moving about the room, until finally she stood at my feet removing the cuffs, then working her way up to my wrists, and freeing them of the two that surrounded my wrists, then to the leash, and finally the blindfold. When my eyes could focus again, I could see the goddess held a thin metal ring, hinged with a lock. Returning to my ankle, she put the bright silver ring around my right ankle, then fastened the lock to it. Pulling a small sheaf of paper from her pocket of her donned dress, she slipped the folded paper halfway through the metal ring surrounding my ankle, then stepping to my head, she finally removed the gag, and left the bathroom.
I pulled myself up into a sitting position, and examined the silver ring that seemed to fit the shape of my ankle, the lock seemed to be a toy, as I examined it I found a lever that allowed me to open it without a key. I removed the lock and examined it, it was not meant to secure, only to hold, like a safety pin. I then slipped the curious piece of paper from the ring, the folded top had a name, Grace, with a phone number and address. I put the lock back on my ankle, and the paper on the sink, stood up to climbed into the shower, my shivering still shaking my body violently. The hot water was soothing, and the soap felt rejuvenating, washing away the nights escapades. When I was finished, I did not bother to dry my hair, looking to the floor I found all of the restraints that had been used on me for the past several hours. I looked at them for a long time, picking them up one after the other, and examining the locks. I could tell that there was no way I could have removed the devices without the key, these were finely crafted devices. Taking them each back to the burrow, I placed each one delicately back where I had first gotten them. I was even able to find the place where the blindfold belonged. Working at the cock ring surrounding my limp cock and fully depleted balls, I removed the ring, cleaned and dried it on the bath towel then placed in back in its place in the drawer. Then returned the collar and leash to the cupboard where the goddess Grace had retrieved it hours earlier.
When I was finished, I found the deodorant that I could not locate a few hours before, I turned to the burrow again opened the drawer that held my clothes. They were still there, but freshly laundered. I quickly examined the pockets to find the one hundred dollar bill that Ben had given me before the party began, an examination of the remaining pockets showed everything in its proper place. Even my leather coat looked cleaner and had an appearance of being oil treated. No sooner had I finished dressing, than the door opened and in walked Ben.
"Steve, the car is ready, are you all set?"
"Yes, thank you.", turning back to the sink he grabbed the piece of paper, and slid it into my back pocket.
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300 Tricks. A Tale Of BDSM At Its Best
Short Story100 Tricks is a gay/streight adventure of a hustler meeting his fate. Will he like what he finds in himself?
