Meanwhile, the Danielle standing in the newly discovered basement dungeon felt wetness between her legs. I was about to watch myself take a dog willingly for the first time, and I could barely take the anticipation. I felt like I could come just watching myself get down on hands and knees. On screen, I screamed and hollered again. It had hurt, of course, but it had faded much faster, and pleasure had rushed in to replace it.
I squeezed my thighs together and fidgeted as I watched. Miriam’s hand still rested on my butt, and when she felt the urgency building within me, she slid her hand down the back of my flannel pajama pants and into my panties. I groaned with frustrated lust as her hand wedged between my clenched thighs, forcing them apart slightly, and then sighed in pleasure as two fingers slid into me with zero effort. With her other hand, she pulled my pants down over my hips. Her lips and hot breath teased the crook of my neck and I felt a soft moan escape my throat. While her fingers slid in and out of me from behind, her other hand went to work on my clit. I was in heaven, and then my eyes managed to focus on the monitor again, where, through the many electronic eyes in the kitchen, I saw her take Max’s knot. The shriek filled the basement for a moment, and I gasped as I writhed under Miriam’s ministrations.
I’d felt an orgasm building, but the warmth of her fingers left my clit. It was almost as if someone had thrown a bucket of ice water on me. Before I could complain, however, something hot and wet rasped across my clit. I looked down and saw Max lapping away between my legs.
“Yes!” I cried out. “Oh! Oh! Yes!”
Miriam’s fingers slid out of me, and traced their way up the crack of my ass and up my back. Soon enough, Max’s tongue was digging into my pussy, and I felt like electricity was shooting through me. Miriam pulled my shirt off, leaving me with my pants around my knees and the collar around my throat. I looked at her and realized she’d had time to strip.
She took my hand and guided me away from Max, who made a token attempt to follow, but seemed to understand that he would get his turn soon enough. I stepped out of my pants, and Miriam led me to the armoire. When she pulled out the leather cuffs that hung on the back wall of the old wooden cabinet, I got a shriveling feeling in my stomach and looked at her with what must have been concern.
“Don’t sweat, Dee,” she said, buckling two of the cuffs to my ankles. “I ain’t gonna hurt you. But don’t you want to know how this stuff works.”
“Why?” I said, my mind fogged by lust and frustration. She buckled two more to my wrists.
“For when your mom gets here,” she said with a matter-of-fact tone, punctuated by a kiss. “Now,” she continued, holding up the final two, which were bigger around than the others, “where do you suppose these go?”
I shrugged. She unbuckled one and tried it against different parts of my body until she concluded that they fit just above my knees. I looked at them. They were of similar design to the collar, but lacked the nickel and ruby highlights. These were purely practical. Finally, Miriam led me over to the spot where I had almost tripped over the steel loop on the floor.
“What now?” I said, blankly. I felt so dumb, so out of my element. I realized that even if the dogs hadn’t already broken me, Mother would have had very little trouble finishing the job. This feeling doubled when Miriam led me down to my hands and knees and locked the steel rings on my wrists and ankles to the corresponding loops on the floor.
Mother must have known my measurements very well, because I was fastened to the floor with my ankles and wrists set just a little wider than my shoulders and hips. This made it nearly impossible to wiggle or lean out of the way of anything. I felt extremely vulnerable to the point where I almost asked Miriam to let me back up. But she was right: I needed to know how it felt, so I could use it later in reverse. Still, the shy part of me angled my knees as closed as I could get them. I was still easy prey, but Miriam went to armoire and came back with a metal bar with two clips on either side. She clipped one end to the ring in the cuff above my left knee, and then prodded my other knee outward until she was able to clip it to the opposite end.
“There,” she said. “How do you feel?”
“Weird,” I said. “I don’t know about this.”
“I think that was the point,” she said. “You look fucking hot, though.”
“R-really?”
“Yeah, totally,” she said.
“I’ll take your word for it,” I said, “but—AH! Ah! Oh yeah!” The lust that had clouded my judgment had almost faded, but then Max’s tongue returned and had full access.
“Oh, damn,” she said. “Damn that’s amazing. Hold on a minute. I’ll be right back.”
“Hey!” I called out, but she was already half way up the stairs, her perfect round ass bouncing as Arthur followed dutifully.
Max continued licking me, and I squirmed unsuccessfully. His tongue bathed me from clit to butthole. He lapped furiously at me, and I was once again moaning and cooing encouragement. My pussy ached to be filled, but he only kept licking. And then he switched his attention to my butthole. I’d never had the inclination to pay attention to that area, but now I shuddered as Max’s tongue lapped at it.
Miriam returned and saw what was going on. “Fuck,” she said. “I’m so looking forward to my turn.”
She had come back with the pillowcase full of cameras. There were five monitors on the desk, and she carefully turned them around until I could see them. Then, she took the cameras and switched each one on until she had a live feed on each monitor. She placed one on the floor behind Max, but for the moment all that was visible was his furry backside. Another, she placed just off to my left, and then one to my right, just at the foot of the desk with the monitors. When I looked at the monitors, it almost seemed as if I was looking into the camera. I really was secured to the floor. My face was pink with lust and ecstasy, and my pert small breasts hung down tight to my body, jiggling as I twitched and bucked under Max’s licking.
Miriam took another camera and brought it around to my front. She held it in front of my face and said, “Say hi, Dee.”
“Hi, Dee,” I said, my voice amplified over the speakers.
She then placed the camera about a meter in front of me. The fifth camera, she clipped to the underside of Max’s collar. Now when I looked at the monitors, I could see Max’s tongue working its magic on my tight little anus while my pussy, puffy and red with excitement, drooled.
“Ok, Max,” she said. “You ready to fuck?”
He didn’t need any more encouragement than that. I felt his weight on my back. As he got his balance, I looked at the monitor. He really was quite big compared to me. I could feel, and now could see on the monitors, his cock searching for my pussy. I braced myself, and then felt him slam into me. My pained cries and pleasured whimpers came back at me through the basement’s sound system, and only served to amplify my arousal.