No, A New Position

Your mother's hands gently start undoing the straps that kept you in place, your father helps steady you. You let them move your body, as you're still reeling from the intense climax, your mind still foggy from the pleasure. They seem to be putting you in a new device.

As your mother and father work together to secure you in the new device, remembering how they both don't like whining, you say nothing. They bend you over a leather table, your hands are shackled in front of you, with your legs spread wide leaving you exposed. Your ankles are secured preventing your legs from closing.

Your mother reaches for something, a metal anal hook. The cold metal of the hook sends a shiver down your spine as she brings it closer to your body. She carefully inserts the metal hook into your ass, the cold metal sends a shiver down your spine. You can feel it securing its place inside you. Your father's hands pull your head back, holding you in place as your mother works to attach the hooks leash to your collar. With a click it is attached, your father releases your head, it only dips slightly. The hook doesn't give any slack, and keeps you from lowering your head any further, all while slightly **** you.

Your mother steps back to admire her handiwork, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. "Perfect," she coos, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "You look absolutely perfect, sweetie." Your father nods in agreement, his eyes roaming over your bound body.

As you stand there, bent over the leather table, the metal hook lodged deep within your ass, while also lightly **** you. You feel exhilarated, every sensation is applying a new feeling of absolute pleasure, even the metal hook in your ass is thrilling you. The hook's presence is a constant reminder of your submission, and the leash attached to your collar is keeping your head reared back.

Your mother's satisfied smile is still etched on her face as she takes a step closer to you. Her eyes roam over your bound form, taking in every detail. She reaches out a hand, her fingers tracing the curve of your back, sending shivers down your spine.

"I'll leave you two alone for a bit," she says, as she picks up her clothes. "Im going to go freshen up." With that, she turns and walks away.