I pressed the right button.
Moments later hands released me from the cuffs. I lifted my leg to step off the dildo and collapsed into the waiting arms. I could not hold myself.
I was carried somewhere, and lain face down on a soft mattress.
The mask and mitts were not removed.
Soft hands ran over my burning butt. Then coolness. Cream? It felt wonderful.
Those hands were not Dennis’s. I knew his hands.
A woman? Certainly they felt small and soft enough.
More cool cream was added. The hands continued their gentle soothing. All over my abused bottom and thighs, and damn it, even my pussy lips.
I did not think I had anything left, but still I had a small but pleasant orgasm.
I must have fallen asleep. Exhausted. Drained. And well and truly fucked.