Mistress Lucretia, of course

You feel long, fine fingers caress your balls and cock, making it hard, and you know it has to be your Mistress. “Look who finally woke up…I was beginning to think you would never wake.” A groan of recovery from your nap emerges from your lips, and all the while, Mistress is fondling your balls. “You were so eager to see me, and you just passed out.” That doesn’t sound like you. You are usually a light sleeper, so this period of sleep is unfamiliar. You spout as much to Lucretia, and she nods in half-agreement, listening to your reasoning for the sleepwalking in which you apparently put on a catsuit, hood, gloves, and straitjacket, as well as being on this bondage table.

You are interrupted mid-speech by sharp pain around your genitals, and the setup of your bondage is finally revealed to you. Your jacket is rigged up with rope to the top of the table and legs, keeping your face on the table, unable to move your body, while your legs are cuffed and tied to the back legs of the table, and your ballsack is in a noose which your Mistress is currently tugging at.

You do your best to continue speaking, but she tugs harder. Eventually, you take the hint and be quiet. Mistress Lucretia laughs, still holding the noose around your balls firm, but not taught, and she leans her slight frame on your body. “I have such pleasures to show you, John. You told me that you have a few days off from your regular life, and that is plenty of time for the fun I have planned.” She cackles in her distinctive tone. “First, let’s work on that tight asshole.”

She releases the ball noose, allowing you to relax and you look over to the side of you, and you see what she has planned; four dildos, two human-sized, one long and skinny the other short and girthy. There are two others, which look large and would make your jaw hit the floor if you could move your head enough.

You struggle, attempting to get away from this but of course, the bondage holds firm. Meanwhile, your mistress pulls on her strap-on harness, lubing it up. You feel the cold gel of the lube being pushed into your asscrack by two gloved fingers, and Lucretia pulls them out, making your involuntary backup, or at least attempt to. Your own body betrayed you, and Lucretia remarks on this. “Oh? I thought you wouldn’t like that? Good to see I was wrong!” She then begins pumping you, and it feels…good. It feels great and you moan without shame, a spectator in your own body, as you somewhat struggle in your straitjacket but enjoy getting pegged.