Mrs. Rose

All five women in the room struggle desperately against their bonds at your statement- save for Brooke. You approach her and lean in closely.

"You're not struggling," you say, "Do you want to be first?"

She shakes her head 'no' and looks away from you.

"Oh, you're not struggling because of this."

You grab her wrists and pull them up, causing the crotch-rope to dig in deeply into her pussy! She yells into the gag at the shock and tries to recover herself.

"You just work on that attitude, missy. If you do, that won't happen again."

You move over to Mrs. Rose, your favorite among the group right now. She looks up at you sadly, realizing why you're there.

"Do you want to get your orgasm first," you ask her.

"Mmo," she replies, her words muffled by the panties in her mouth and the tape on her lips.

"Do you want Mrs. Banx to be first? How about Mrs. Storm?"

"Mmo."

"If you want me to be mean to everyone, you'll keep saying 'no' to me, ****. Now, do you want to be the first one to get a **** orgasm from me?"

"...mmes."

You reach over and pull the tape off of her lips. You pull out the panties as well. Are you being nice? No, far from it.

"Tell me again. Say exactly what you want and I want you to make sure that everybody in the room can hear it!"

"...Please give me a **** orgasm, Master. Be nice to my friends and I'll be your little slut and cum for you," Mrs. Rose exclaims.

"Now that wasn't so hard," you say, rubbing her face, "Cum nice and loud for me and the gag will stay out for a while."

You get up and walk around the other side of the table. You rub her taught stomach as you move the dildo into place. You find her...surprisingly-wet. Interesting.

You plunge the dildo into her cunt, the tiny nub on the outside rubbing against the outside of her lips. You begin to fuck her with the plastic phallus, eliciting some moans from here.

To make things more fun, you reach down and uncover her clitoris. This causes a noticeable sensation on the next thrust as the nub on the outside does its intended job- putting pressure on the woman's g-spot!

She moans much louder from the internal and external stimulation. Within a couple of minutes, you've broken her will.

"Oh my god! Permission to cum, Master," Mrs. Rose cries out.

"Permission granted, ****," you reply, "Tell everyone how good this feels."

"I'm cumming. Oh God! Oh God! Oh Go-o-o-d!!!"

Mrs. Rose's body spasms as her body orgasms, her limbs trying to gain freedom that is not being granted to them at the moment.

As she comes down, you rub her stomach softly. Her breathing is heavy and she's even sweating a bit.

"That was fun," you say, "Now- who's next?"