Sarah ties up Sadie in bed and fucks her

I realize my error in judgement as soon as Sarah has the ball gag between my lips. I can no longer communicate to my audience verbally. And unless Sarah wants the audience to make a good guess about her identity, she doesn’t dare speak either. But Sarah plays up this problem enough to make it a benefit. Standing behind me she uses her hands to show off the new binding like she’s on some kind of game show, showing the audience the prize they’ve won. Then, using simply hand gestures, she indicates that we’re back on as she puts the controller back into my hands and starts up the next round. She even resets the tips counter, so we’ll know when it passes another $200.

To my own detriment, I keep trying to talk to my audience. I know damned well that I’m gagged as having my jaw jacked open like this and having my drool slowly work around my lips and drip down onto my chest can’t be forgotten, but I’m so used to narrating what I’m doing that I keep mumbling through the pink rubber. And the audience just eats it up, making them tip more and more and more.

Before the next fighting round is even done, there’s another $200 in tips. My curiosity about what Sarah is going to do lasts only a few seconds as she stands behind me again and gestures to the audience. I can’t see her directly, but I see her form clearly from the video feed that shows what I look like. And just as I understand what she’s saying, the audience does too and types in their support. No binding this time. Instead, I’m to be tickled.

Sarah sets up the next round of the fight, resets the tip counter, then starts tickling her fingernails over my sides and belly. Bound as I am she can’t get my underarms, but I’m ticklish enough that I’m soon wiggling and writhing under her torturous fingers, huffing and puffing my muted laughter out. I’m way behind the eight ball now as I can’t keep up with the game. The tips may have slowed down some, but I don’t stand a chance of winning my freedom.

A few minutes later, after I’ve lost three humiliating rounds of the video game, the tips have added up again and Sarah doesn’t even hesitate. I worry as this binding won’t do anything to hinder my ability to play, but it’s crossing that line between harmlessly tied up and adult bondage. It’s a pink leather collar with an attachment point on the front. I guess I’m lucky she doesn’t have a leash in her box of bondage toys.

Once the next round starts up and the tip jar is cleared out, the tickling begins again and I’m suffering through more **** and losing horribly. We play for another thirty minutes but I lose every round, and the tips just keep coming. By the end of the stream Sarah has a lace blindfold around my eyes, a leash on my collar, and has stopped tickling me only to cup and pet my breasts. I want to tell her to stop, that we can’t risk this type of adult content, but if I’m honest I’m lost in the moment. Not only is it erotic and enticing, I feel myself straining against the chastity clip and lose my ability to care about the audience.

We end up streaming longer than my normal stream but when it’s clear that the audience will just keep digging deeper and keep tipping, Sarah finally signs off. She even humorously uses her hand on my ball gagged mouth to throw a kiss to the audience, leaving my “Au revoir mes amours!” as a series of mumbles.

Once I’m logged off the stream I look up at Sarah and mumble out some words. I know that I said ‘Take this out of my mouth’ but I’m not sure the ‘hng his ow ah ay ouf’ is translatable. Sarah either doesn’t understand or doesn’t care about what I say as instead of ungagging me she spins my chair and saunters out of the room. I only have to watch the room spin around me for a few minutes before Sarah comes back in. My eyes widen in shock when she stops the chair and is standing right in front of me wearing nothing except for her strap on dildo.

I can’t strip my eyes off the bouncing ‘Louis’ dildo in front of me as Sarah pulls the lacy blindfold from my eyes. When she lowers the chair to its lowest position, my bound legs just barely above the chair’s metal legs, I end up with the toy right at eye level. Everything seems to hush down and I hear Sarah’s hard breathing as she works the buckles of the ball gag. When the straps are free from the back of my head she takes a moment to hold the gag in place and waits until I’m looking up into her eyes.

Her voice is dripping with lust, more than I’ve heard from her in a long time. It’s clear that she’s more than just a little turned on by having me tied up and helpless in the chair. Her words are simple enough but have deep meaning that she thankfully gives me time to consider. “Sadie, there’s only one thing you can say that’s going to prevent me from fucking that sexy mouth of yours.”

I immediately know what she means. Oklahoma. My safe word. I can try to talk my way out of it, but she won’t be convinced. I can beg her to not do this, and it will likely just turn her on more. I can plead and connive and mewl, and it won’t’ do anything other than turn her on more. Only using my safe word will prevent this from happening.

After several moments as I imagine what I must look like fly through my head, Sarah finally pulls the gag from my mouth. I stretch my jaw and lick my lips as I look up at Sarah but don’t say a word, which in itself says everything that needs to be said.

Sarah crouches down just enough to line up ‘Louis’ with my lips, grips the sides of my head, and pushes herself into my mouth. I feel my plump lips drag over the rubber of the dildo as I moan around it. There’s no fantasy that this is truly Louis using my mouth. The taste of rubber permeates the act and while I hate that I can make this comparison, its texture doesn’t feel right against my lips. In addition to the unreal nature of the dildo, there’s my view. Sarah’s beautifully perfect belly pushing toward me along with the straps of the harness slipping and sliding around her flesh. I can even hear the squelch of the inner dildo working in and out of Sarah’s pussy while she fucks my mouth.

But none of that adds to or diminishes the erotic nature of this coupling. It’s a power play as much as it’s a stimulating adventure. Sarah is completely in control, using her hands to hold me on the wheeled chair still and using her hips to push and pull the toy in and out of my mouth. I can wiggle my fingers a bit and I can flex my muscles beneath my bindings, but otherwise I’m locked in this position and under Sarah’s complete control.

As she works herself in and out of my mouth, I feel my lips dragging against the dildo and try to wet it and make it slick. My tongue does a good job of wetting the bottom half of the dildo by its third trip in and out of my mouth, but my upper lip continues to stick and drag on the toy. Sarah, seeming to see what’s going on, pulls free of my mouth. I can only look straight ahead at the dildo as it bobs in front of my face while I hear Sarah lick her hand and then start to stroke it in front of me. The arousing nature of the whole scene doubles as I can’t get it out of my head that she’s not simply working at lubricating the toy for better penetration in between my lips, instead it looks like she’s jacking herself off. Like she’s some kind of sexy shemale jacking her large cock off that’s pointing right at my face.

When the dildo is glistening with our combined spit Sarah repositions her hands, working my hair up into my trademarked twin high ponytails and using those handles to pull herself back into my warm and welcoming mouth. I vocalize my voluntary participation in muffled moans as I try to look up into Sarah’s eyes. My view is obscured by her breasts though, which further pushes me to the bottom of that power dynamic. It’s not Louis using my mouth for his pleasure and it’s not even Sarah fucking her dildo in and out of me… it’s just an anonymous faceless stranger using me as a toy.

After long moments of sucking on the dildo Sarah finally pulls it free of my lips with a sexy plop. Sarah’s actions are stilted and erratic as she starts to unbind me from the chair. But as she frees each piece of me from the chair, she keeps most of the rope in place. My head is freed and left that way but when my chest is untied from the chair, the ropes are rebound, simply framing my breasts now. My arms are freed from the chair in turn, but they’re each tied behind my back individually and then together. Even my legs, as they’re released from the char bottom are bound in their bend position, my heels resting against the fleshy curve of my ass.

When I’m finally liberated from the chair Sarah guides my hobbled form over to the bed. I’m not much help as she grunts and lifts me up onto the bedspread, positioning me on my back. From this vantage point I get to watch Sarah undo the straps of the double ended dildo and let it fall to the floor. When she climbs up on top of me it’s clear what she wants as she turns around, lowers her ass onto my face and uses the leash to pull me up into her pussy.

In this position, especially with the leash to signal what she wants, Sarah is in complete control. My arms are bound behind me, leaving my tongue and nose to do the lion’s share of the work. When Sarah leans forward, she presents her clit for my tongue to circle, lick and tease. When she sits upright, I can easily push my tongue up into her depths or lick all around her lovely folds. And when she leans back, using the leash to tilt my head just so, she can even present her little pucker to my tongue’s uses.

Time loses meaning and I’m not sure how long it’s been since the stream ended, let alone how long I’ve been on the bed and licking Sarah. All I know is that I’m pretty sure I gave her an orgasm by sucking on her dildo and that I’ve given her at least another two by licking her pussy. So, when Sarah rolls off of me and ends up lying next to me catching her breath I relax, figuring it’s time for the night to end.

Instead of Sarah untying me or even just snuggling up against my bound form, she rolls me over. It’s an awkward pose, tied up as I am. I end up with my weight balanced between my knees and my chest with my face barely able to stay up and off the bedspread. I see the ball gag pulled in front of me and hear Sarah’s still lust filled voice say, “There’s only one thing you can say Sadie.”

She doesn’t give me as much time to consider it, and I’m not really sure what she has in mind as she pulls the gag between my lips and latches it into place. I feel her slide off the bed and I crane my neck to the side so that I can see what she’s doing. Everything comes into focus as I see her slipping the strap on harness back into place, the ‘Louis’ dildo still glistening with my spit. When Sarah sees me watching her, she turns and makes a show of spreading the lube from her box of toys around the dildo, jacking it off toward me.

Sarah exits my view, and I feel her climb into bed behind me, pushing my legs out wider and opening me up more helplessly in front of her. I can’t help but jerk when I feel her pull my shorts and panties down and something slick slides into me. I only relax when I realize it’s her fingers. She takes her time working the gelled lubricant in and around my pucker using one, two, and finally three fingers to help me open for her. The next stage of our fun is announced by Sarah’s slap to my upturned ass, filling the room with a fleshy smack and my resulting muted moan.

My moan isn’t given time to stop as Sarah moves forward and presses the toy to my rear. My eyes cross as I concentrate on not bearing down, on remaining as open to Sarah as she’s made me. The toy slides in and I feel my whole body pushed forward, my shoulders and cheek pressing into the bedspread. When Sarah bottoms out she only takes a single moment to let us both adjust to this new full feeling before she starts sliding in and out of me.

On each thrust I feel her slide past that magic area, that special pleasure button deep inside of me and I moan in appreciation. I feel every ridge and vein in the thick toy and can even tell when the head of the dildo pulls against the inside of my pucker. With her hands on my nipped in waist Sarah makes sure to bottom out in me and grind our bodies together.

Sarah takes her time. As far as I can tell she’s giving herself genuine pleasure by taking me this way as her own sounds of gratification fill the room as much as my own. I can’t deny that this feels good. The fullness, the hits on my prostate, the stretching, the position. At the same time, it’s different than the last time Sarah took me. I feel myself trying to swell against the clip, I feel my breathing quicken and my whole body breaking out in a chilly sweat, but as good as this feels, something is off. Something is wrong.