Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

Teil 2

Meanwhile, Samantha had brought a long chain, fastened it to the collar, and crouched in front of him, looking into his eyes.

"Actually, we could start working off your punishment now ... what do you mean? I already have some nice ideas ... but I'm merciful and will listen to your suggestions. What're you ready to endure for me today? What do you think you can do for me?"

"Everything, my love."

"Everything? Truly everything? That's a hazardous statement. How about I grab you by the hair, drag you into the bathroom, put your head in the toilet, and tell you to lick the sweet broth?"

He was almost sure that she didn't mean what she said. Nevertheless, he swallowed and choked dryly.

The chain pulled his head down slightly when he was allowed to get up. It was wrapped around the cock and testicles twice before Samantha grabbed her husband by the shoulders and pressed him to the St. Andrew's cross.

"Head to the wall!"

His face was distorted because the chain was frigging cold, and Gabriel's sensitive genitals were inevitably lifted painfully upwards when the head was raised.

"Does it hurt a lot?" She asked compassionately.

"Yes, my love. It hurts a lot. Can I please take my head down again?"

"Of course not!"

She approached him again, scraping her fingernails from his shoulders, down his arms and cock, causing his loud moans to end in shaky breaths.

After a few moments, Gabe was freed from the chain, but his feet were tied to the cross. A stool was moved slightly away, and he was ordered to kneel.

Not so easy with legs apart. Eagerly her husband waited for her next order.

"Take off my shoes and massage my feet!"

And precisely, that's what he did, with a calm and devotion that amazed her. Slowly her feet were kneaded and kissed, and he wanted to rub this smooth material of nylon stockings on his scratchy cheek but remembered at the last moment ...

If he were going to give her a run, he'd face something terrible.

Not a word was spoken, and Gabriel sank into thought for a moment. Although he was forbidden to stare straight at her, what his wife wore was absolutely amazing. She could've just given him a few slaps on the butt, but what she'd come up with to grant his heart's desire filled him with so much gratitude and pride. Never would've he expected what the shy Sam had risen to –– not in this world and not in the previous world.

...

"Don't forget the massage with all this licking," she reminded him.

With strong but tender hands and pressure, her feet were massaged, and Sam closed her eyes briefly with the pleasant feeling, letting herself drift for a moment.

One of the moments where Gabe was in control.

To see that slight, barely perceptible smile on her lips. He enjoyed it so much to give his wife these moments.

With a heavy heart, she recovered from her dream because there was still much to do. Gabe eagerly watched as she sat down with her legs apart after pushing the stool back a little further.

"Come closer."

He went to great lengths. The chains didn't give him much freedom of movement, so he stretched out and stuck his tongue out as far as he could.

"Do you already smell me?"

"Yes, my love. I love it."

"Well, if you love it that way, you're gonna make an effort to get there," she replied. "There you start and kiss slowly and gently along my thigh."