Sleep was slow to arrive

It was a fitful sleep initially, as I worried about how Megan would feel about this the next day. She hadn’t agreed to it, and while maybe part of her enjoyed it, I had no way to know if it was too much, even enough for her to leave, even if it would mean she was penniless. I knew she could take a lot, but this felt different somehow. After an hour, I crept downstairs, quiet as a thief, to have a peek.

On the screen, Megan was working her way down a line of men, dutifully licking their assholes. At one point, in between men, she briefly glanced at the camera looking drunk on lust, her face smeared with her own saliva, and smiled brightly at the camera. The bound Megan in front of me didn’t seem to hear me over the sounds of the crowd on screen, so I was able to get close enough to see the gentle rocking motion of her hips and the squeezing of her thighs as she futilely tried to get herself off, despite her clear discomfort. Occasionally a low moan could be heard around the dildo in her throat.

I felt a lot better about it as I climbed back up the stairs and drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

I awoke shortly after dawn with the early morning light crossing my face, and despite wanting to immediately turn over and fall back to sleep, the worry returned and I knew my mind wouldn’t rest again. I decided that she’d probably had enough. It had been nearly nine hours.

I headed downstairs, and the video was still playing, as intended. Megan was being fucked airtight, and her hands were enthusiastically jerking off another two cocks. She was smeared with cum and sweat. The other Megan was no longer trying to get off, although her juices were still clearly visible on her legs. Her head hung loose but she probably wasn’t fully asleep, not with the noise, the dildo, and her probably painful arms bound behind her. I thought about fucking her like that, but I wasn’t sure she’d even notice. Instead, I walked around her and crouched down to look at her face. Her eyes were half open, exhausted, and the tape around her mouth had loosened with her saliva, peeling away from her mouth but still holding the dildo more or less in place. I wasn’t sure if she saw me.

I turned the video off, and her eyes flickered towards me but seemed to have a hard time focusing. I grabbed a pair of scissors from the desk and cut the tape. The dildo slid out of her mouth with s slick wet sound and bounced onto the floor in front of her. She coughed a few times, before panting to catch her breath, but didn’t say anything as I untied her. Her silence was unnerving, and I found my hands shaking as I undid the knots. Would she claw my eyes out when she was free?

She did not. She merely slid off the chair and onto the floor, breathing in hard raspy gasps with her eyes closed. The cum had dried there, and seemed to have been blinked away from her eyes during the night. I waited a bit, waiting for her to speak. I didn’t know exactly what to say myself. Part of me wanted to apologize, but that seemed a bit dangerous.