Now Mary started to really squirm.
“MISTRESS, that fucking hurts,” Amy wailed. Tears began to form.
“TFB baby!”
“I am going to release you slut, but if you so much as touch the traps or the night stick I’ll leave you out here all fucking night, understand?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“YES MA’AM WHAT?”
“Yes ma’am I understand that I am not to touch the traps on my nipples nor the stick in my asshole, ma’am.”
With that Amy opened first one then the other cuff and Amy stood up as best she could since this began.
“Now stand still right here,” Mary commanded.
Mary had positioned her so she was directly facing the hidden camera, unbeknownst to her.
Reaching into her bag again, Mistress Mary took out a leather collar, studded, and small chains along with the ball gag. First she fastened the collar around Amy’s throat then clipped one end of a chain to it. This chain was no more than a foot long.
Then Mary took a little longer chain and attached both ends to the traps that had made Amy’s thumb-like nipples an angry red color.
Amy was sweating up a storm and she really smelled like sex. Dirty, stinking, musky, exhilarating sex.
Mary connected the chain on the collar to the middle ring of the chain attached to the traps.
This had the effect of raising Amy’s large bust obscenely.
To finish off the effect the ball gaga was fastened to Amy’s drooling chops.
VIII
“Let me see you walk around like that, you dirty tramp. I want to see you move with the nightstick up your ass, and you’d better not fucking drop it, and the mouse traps biting your nipples, your big fucking jugs being pulled every which way whenever you move, gagged, wet, and totally obscene,” Mary panted. She was beginning to lose control but a long way from giving in to it.
The stroll was designed to be captured in all its glory by Mary’s hidden camera. Mary just happened to have a remote for the camera that controlled zoom and pick up so this would be as professional yet amateur as she could make it.
Amy was prancing around like some horse show contestant in the middle of dressage.
“Get over here in front of me,” Mary ordered.
“Mmph! Mistress,” Amy tried to respond trough the ball gag.
She did as commanded and Mary grabbed hold of the nightstick and wanked Amy’s ass for another few minutes. Upon disgorging the phallic mahogany cock, it was apparent by sight and smell of it that it had performed “AAB” the call of duty.
The stick was dirtied and darker at the business end with the results of impaling. Mary was not the least bit disgusted. She made Amy turn around and face her.
“ Cup your breasts!”
Amy did as told.
Mary wiped a little of the fudges that had gathered between Mary’s large blue-veined orbs.
Then she ran a little dollop across the ball in Amy’s mouth and it stuck there as if fastened with tape or tacks. Then Mary attached the stick to a hook on her bodice and it hung on the side like a weapon. Like it would if she was on duty.
Mary grabbed the chain attached to Amy-Sue’s bust and pulled her over to a chaise lounge.
She released the back of the lounge so that the entire piece was horizontal.
“Lie down between the armrests, on your back,” Mary instructed.
Amy-Sue complied.
“Now bring this knee up with your heel touching the back of your thigh.”
“Good,” Mistress Mary admired her project.
Mary produced some luxurious rope and proceeded to tie Amy’s right ankle to her thigh and the final loops were then tied to the armrests. As wild as Mary was getting she was not an amateur, the most dangerous people in things like this.
Mary made sure that all was accomplished with minimal danger of any lasting effects. Sure, Amy was bound and immobilized but in no pickle. Mary then went to the left side and repeated her effort.
When Amy-Sue was restrained enough for her liking, Mary re-handcuffed both of her wrists to the same armrests.
In your mind’s eye visualize Amy on her back, hair a mess, a ball gag in her mouth, a dollop of fudge on the ball, her breasts an angry red because they are held for display by tightly pulled chains, her nipples an angry red as they are in the bite of copper. Her legs wide open and immobile tied to the arms of the chaise.
This had the effect of opening her overtaxed asshole so that what was usually a pucker spot was more like a an opening beckoning for an insertion about the size of …well, a nice big tubular object like a nightstick or cock or maybe even a cucumber, or a double headed, black, rubbery, lifelike, penis erectus.
This position also gave access to Amy’s succulent over wet, under used vagina.
Mary stood back to admire her handy-work
Amy just moaned.
IX
At this point Sgt. Mary need a little more participation. She walked around to the back of the lounge where Amy’s head was and straddled her face and head. Mary was panty less, so Amy got her first really good look at her lover’s cooze.
The moans got louder. From both of them.
Mary began to inch her cunt closer and closer to Amy/s mouth without actually touching it.
Amy was straining trying to get her face close enough to taste her mistress juices.
Frustration was setting in, because whenever Amy made any contact at all the gag was in the way.
Amy-Sue was moving the ball around with her tongue trying to force it out of her mouth. Mary was content to rub her wetness all over Amy’s face.
Forgetting for a moment, Amy had succeeded in turning the ball around in her mouth so the little piece of candy went onto her tongue and just melted there causing Amy to swallow her own product.
All Mary heard was the guttural moans and choked off words Amy was trying to say when with a final Amazonian effort, Amy managed to dislodge the gag.
“Oh Mistress Mary, please let me taste you, let me lick you until you come, let me suck your cunt dry don’t put that gag in me not now please!” Amy was pleading like a schoolgirl asking to stay out an extra hour on prom night.
“You luscious fucking whore, you are so fucking hot. You really want my cunt don’t you?”
“Oh Yes Mistress god fucking damn it!!!! Please!!!!”
Mary squatted down further and rested her hole right on Amy’s mouth. For a moment neither party moved. Amy was breathing in deep gulps taking in the musty aromas of her lady’s cunt. Mary was enraptured closing her eyes and wondering how she was losing her self-control so fast.
Amy began to lick as much of the juices as she could into her mouth. The she sucked some more in. The tastes co-mingled in her mouth making her pulsate and throb with the pre-cum jitters.
Amy started to concentrate on the task at hand…. Serving her mistress properly. She slowed down her frantic feeding and started slow even stroke that covered the outer folds, the taint, the asshole and eventually the heart of the matter.
She would flash her tongue as if trilling a song in Spanish. The effect on Mary’s clit was explosive and Mary started to moan.
Amy began to lick, suck and titillate Mary’s vagina like it was the finest meal she ever had.
Mary began little tiny spasmodic shivers.
Amy was beginning to focus now; she had just the right rhythm on the very edge of Mary’s button.