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Puppy was secured to the oak chair with heavy, leather belts. He was completely naked, except for his black hood and gag. Mistress had put him there to reward me for pleasing her today. Normally, he was slave for Mistress, but she decided to make him my puppy today.
His legs were all bound up together, from ankles to thighs and strapped to the chair. His wrists were cuffed behind the back of the chair. There were a large number of belts, taught across his muscular stomach and chest, lashing him to the chair.
The black hood was cloth. His brown eyes able to see me and Mistress. He could move his head around. In his mouth was a penis gag. The gag straps so tight, pulling in the penis far enough in his mouth to know now what it feels like to almost gag on a cock.
He wasn't comfortable. But that didn't really matter. What mattered was that he was securely bound and gagged and perfectly helpless. I looked down and blushed a little: he was certainly into this. His cock was nice and large, almost purple with the need to orgasm.
Mistress instructed me that I only had a little bit of time to play with my puppy. I could do whatever I wanted to him for as long as the air in the bag would last. Once he passed out, playtime with puppy would be over.
I stood there in front of him. Naked with just my collar on. His breathing quickened as Mistress stepped behind him. She slipped the bag over him; he made a small noise. Then she used a zip tie and cinched the bag around his neck. She gestured towards him; time was ticking away.
I straddled him and sat down on his thighs, careful not to touch his cock. He took a breath and the bag deflated a little and then inflated as he exhaled through his nose. I placed my hands on his chest. And through the plastic bag, I saw his eyes grow softer, he even nodded a little.
I ran my hands down his chest. He made small grunting noises, trying so hard not to breathe deeply. The bag made only slight crinkling noises. My little hands glided over his stomach and he accidentally breathed deeply. I was rewarded with the bag sucking in along his hooded cheeks.
I ended the journey with my hands on thighs, almost touching his cock. He looked down and tried to move, tried to get his hips to move so that my hands would touch him. The bag crinkled again, and he stopped. He was using too much air. He grunted a little in frustration.
Our eyes met. I smiled. I entwined my arms over his shoulders, behind his head and pulled myself forward. Sliding along his legs, his eyes widened, feeling my wet pussy as I moved forward. Then his bagged face was right up to mine and went so still, he stopped breathing and just stared at me.
I moved my chest from side to side. My heard nipples on his skin. I sighed when they went over his belts. He was holding his breath, his eyes wider, reacting to my breasts and nipples on him. I left one arm on his shoulder and brought my other hand down between us.
I gently used my palm and pressed his large, and now throbbing, cock against my stomach and held it there. He moaned so loudly and the bad started deflating and inflating again. The cock was huge and hard in my tiny palm. It was pulsing.
I moved my belly forward, pressing his poor cock between me, my hand and his stomach. The whole time I looked into his eyes. They grew soft and unfocused. The bag now pressing against his whole head and then billowing out. Slowly, with his long moans.
Pulling myself tight against his body, I leaned my face to one side of his head and whispered, “You have to cum soon, puppy, before it's too late...”
I nuzzled into his shoulder, stroking one side of his cock while pressing it to my stomach. It was throbbing. It felt so hot and hard. Puppy was trying hard to move his hips.
My hand on his shoulder reached behind his head. I grabbed the plastic bag and pulled. The bag formed to his hooded face. He took a sharp breath in surprise and the plastic sucked in on his mouth, around the gag. His eyes shot open. He tried to shake his head no. I nodded yes.
He started to plead into his gag. I could sort of understand him when he said he couldn't breathe, his voice on the edge of panic. I gently squeezed the shaft of his cock and he loudly moaned a pathetic “pleeeeaaassseee”.
I looked at that bagged face, “You have to cum puppy, you have to cum or else it will be over ...please cum for me puppy...cum for me...”
I still held the bag tight. It was snapping against his nose, plastic going up a little. Eyes with fear, he whimpered over and over and cock started to throb even more.
My hand went up the shaft and to the large head of his cock. The heat was incredible there. I gently squeezed his head, my thumb stroking the base of his head in little circles.
The snapping of the bag on is nose was loud. But not nearly as the loud, gagged “hhnn-ing” noises he was making. They were so high pitched for such a muscular man. He tried shaking his head to loosen my grip. I just laughed.
His body was jerking in the chair. Staining against the belts. His eyes rolled back into his head, the bag sucked around is mouth, his hooded head, plastered against him. I continued stroking him with my thumb, squeezing his head, now moving my stomach on him. Rubbing his cock with my stomach, holding the bad, watching his head jerk around., his mouth opening so wide around the gag that it almost went further into his mouth...
I felt his penis spasm once on my stomach. The again. His whole body tensed up. His head lolled back and he let out the most pathetic whimper that I think was supposed to be a scream. His body moved inside the belts as if being electrocuted and then he came.
His cock almost pistoned in my hand. Then it was convulsing, And I felt the most wonderful warmth shoot up my belly. It was hot, and it made gasp. I kept stroking him with thumb and holding his head. I stroked him for a moment: I wanted all the cum to be on me....
I cooed as the last drop came out. Puppy was very still. His slowly jerked a little, like one last try to get the bag off of him. His body did a couple small jerks and went still. Our stomachs pressed together, his cum on us both.
Mistress quickly cut the bag open. She took out his gag. I could him breathing. But he was out cold. Head hanging forward, slightly drooling.
As I walked away from his bound and unconscious body, Mistress called after me, “Nice and clean, Suzy...it's my turn to play with my little kitten...”
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