It was an incredible time with Mistresses Katrina Black, Felicia Fisher, Ara Lee, and Alexandra Sadista!
Phase 1: They cuffed me spread-eagle, face up, blindfolded on a padded table in only my black T-shirt and boxers. After fingernail tickling my exposed skin, they snipped off my clothes with scissors and put the electric toothbrushes to work. They know that feet-cock is my weakest combo so there was constantly 1-2 of them at each spot, with plenty of exploring of my armpits, thighs, abs, nipples, neck, palms, etc. At one point I felt one of those little pinwheels rolling laps along my genitals. Someone was flossing string between different toes. Late in the phase they brought out a couple vibrators and rubbed them all around the right places.
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Phase 2: They flipped me over on the table. Blindfold came off and they hogtied me. They ran a sort of pulley from my ankles toward the ceiling, and a thick table strap around my waist so that all I could do was rock side-to-side in place. I cum more easily face down and was already so sensitive after 3 weeks of sexual fasting that it was dumb luck they focused on my feet, back and ribs in this position or I’d have been a goner. One of their tricks was to half-roll me to the side while another dug into my rib cage. The table was a sweaty mess by the end of the first hour.
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Phase 3: They laid my upper body chest-down on a padded spanking bench, with my arms cuffed to the table and under my chin. They pulled my legs straight back, ankles cuffed to some sort of horizontal spreader bar that behaved like a swing. The bar was slowly winched upward so that my ankles were slightly above the level of my head. Then the gag went on. They resumed the feet-cock strategy, introducing baby oil to my feet. Thank god the one wiggling her bare toes inches from my face could make out my muffled “I’m gonna cum!” plea and called off the two who were feathering the underside of my shaft with multiple toothbrushes at the time. After some relief this went on for another 15 minutes or so.
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Phase 4: No more breaks. Resist our mission as long as you can. Now I was face up on the same bench. First they knelt me on the kneeler part, leather strapping my thighs open wide. They gently tilted me into a backbend, elbows cuffed flat on the table pad behind me, and put a larger gag in my mouth that only allowed me to laugh/moan. One of them whispered tickle words in my ears, one teased my arches and toes. Another giggled while coating my shaft with baby oil using smooth strokes of a soft makeup brush. Whatever weak defensive squirming I could do was ended by the bodybuilding champ, she pinned my hips with a determined grin and patiently worked the high-powered Hitachi in small circles underneath my hypersensitized slippery cock head. I may have lasted ten minutes.
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Phase 1: They cuffed me spread-eagle, face up, blindfolded on a padded table in only my black T-shirt and boxers. After fingernail tickling my exposed skin, they snipped off my clothes with scissors and put the electric toothbrushes to work. They know that feet-cock is my weakest combo so there was constantly 1-2 of them at each spot, with plenty of exploring of my armpits, thighs, abs, nipples, neck, palms, etc. At one point I felt one of those little pinwheels rolling laps along my genitals. Someone was flossing string between different toes. Late in the phase they brought out a couple vibrators and rubbed them all around the right places.
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Phase 2: They flipped me over on the table. Blindfold came off and they hogtied me. They ran a sort of pulley from my ankles toward the ceiling, and a thick table strap around my waist so that all I could do was rock side-to-side in place. I cum more easily face down and was already so sensitive after 3 weeks of sexual fasting that it was dumb luck they focused on my feet, back and ribs in this position or I’d have been a goner. One of their tricks was to half-roll me to the side while another dug into my rib cage. The table was a sweaty mess by the end of the first hour.
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Phase 3: They laid my upper body chest-down on a padded spanking bench, with my arms cuffed to the table and under my chin. They pulled my legs straight back, ankles cuffed to some sort of horizontal spreader bar that behaved like a swing. The bar was slowly winched upward so that my ankles were slightly above the level of my head. Then the gag went on. They resumed the feet-cock strategy, introducing baby oil to my feet. Thank god the one wiggling her bare toes inches from my face could make out my muffled “I’m gonna cum!” plea and called off the two who were feathering the underside of my shaft with multiple toothbrushes at the time. After some relief this went on for another 15 minutes or so.
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Phase 4: No more breaks. Resist our mission as long as you can. Now I was face up on the same bench. First they knelt me on the kneeler part, leather strapping my thighs open wide. They gently tilted me into a backbend, elbows cuffed flat on the table pad behind me, and put a larger gag in my mouth that only allowed me to laugh/moan. One of them whispered tickle words in my ears, one teased my arches and toes. Another giggled while coating my shaft with baby oil using smooth strokes of a soft makeup brush. Whatever weak defensive squirming I could do was ended by the bodybuilding champ, she pinned my hips with a determined grin and patiently worked the high-powered Hitachi in small circles underneath my hypersensitized slippery cock head. I may have lasted ten minutes.
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