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But then Micca was lifting a clothespin from the roll-around cart, and I forgot about Master for the moment.

Micca put the clothespins in a spiral around my cock, starting from the front just above my balls, and when she made it to the top, she started at the bottom again, beginning on the left side of the base of my cock. By the time she was on the third trip up, it felt like my cock was a million degrees and stretched so tight it fuckinghurt.

And female fingers are just different than male ones. She placed each one so delicately, and the contrast of the soft, gentle touch with the sharp pain of the clothespins just added to it.

When she finally finished with my dick, my new Sir stood and gazed into my eyes. When I looked down, she ordered me to look at her again, and she spent a good minute or two — an eternity to look into someone’s eyes — just looking at me from inches away.Observing.

Her eyes were a gorgeous green, and I wondered that I hadn’t noticed before. I focused on them, on the color, since I wasn’t allowed to look away.

Finally, she stepped back, reached for the clothespins on the cart again, and she placed them in spirals on my chest around my nipples, topping it all off with the nipple clamps you can screw tighter and tighter, and she clamped them down until my breath came in gasps.

Sometime during all this, Master pulled his cock out, lubed his hand, and oh-so-slowly jacked himself off while he watched Micca hurt me while wearing this little matching thong and bra outfit I was sure worked for him.

I mean, I could appreciate the beauty of it, but it didn’t turn me on sexually.

Her fingers were another story, however, and my new Sir had me harder than I could ever remember being, and that was before she pulled out the short little plastic flogger and went at my cock, beating the clothespins off with it.

Master put a little protector thing on the head of my cock again when he realized what she planned, I guess to keep the flogger from maybe grabbing the jewelry. This one didn’t tie my dick to my stomach, though.

Micca moved around with the flogger, from my cock, to the right side of my chest, then the left side, back to my cock.

I was a mess when the last clothespinfinallycame off, but then she jacked me with those small hands, and again, the delicate hands combined with the strength and skill, not to mention the pain she’d just put me through with those hands… it fucked with my head. Long before I expected to be close, I was begging for permission to orgasm, but Master said, “No, slave, I don’t believe you’ve earned an orgasm from our Micca just yet.” His voice changed from giving an order to regular conversation to add, “Let’s move our boy to the bondage table, shall we?”

Micca gave my cock another half-dozen strokes before she leaned forward and kissed the covered tip.

“An excellent idea.”

Chapter 13

Will

It only took us a few minutes to get Davy on his back with a cushion under his ass, lifting it a few inches off the table. We bound his legs together, his ankles connected to the table, and a band over his chest so he couldn’t sit up even with his arms free.

I rolled a condom onto his red, inflamed, rock-hard dick and turned to help Micca onto the table, but she popped onto it like a gymnast, easy as pie. Before Davy knew what was happening, she’d straddled him and was riding his cock. I had no idea when she’d taken the thong off, but with it gone, I wanted the lacy bra gone, too, so I unfastened it, slid it off her arms, and then sucked a nipple into my mouth and laved it with my tongue.

Micca had unscrewed and re-screwed the nipple clamps she’d put on Davy several times while she worked him over, but his nipples were currently bare, so I put a set on him that tightens down the more you pull on them, and I draped the chain down his chest so Micca could get to it easily.

“Can you lean forward on our boy, please?”

I took my time stretching Micca’s asshole, occasionally rubbing the base of Davy’s cock and caressing his balls. He didn’t seem rock hard anymore, but he was far from soft.

I knew how to get his attention once I was inside Micca, but I didn’t rush getting her ready for me.

When it was finally time, I used baby wipes on my hands, donned a condom, and pressed into the heat of her. She knewhow to open for me, which I’d figured out while I used my fingers. It didn’t take terribly long for me to get in since I’d prepped her so well, and I met Davy’s gaze over her shoulder. “Do you feel my dick, boy? Like we’re frotting from the inside of our girl?”

As expected, that got his attention. Davy groaned, and a few seconds later, Micca moaned, likely because his dick was moving around on its own inside of her as the blood pulsed into it.

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Micca

I’ve been DPd before, but this was different.

Mostly because it was my choice, but also because neither of the men inside me were trying to hurt me. I was a person to them, equal to one and above the other. All that to say, the whole situation just fucking worked for me.

Davy’s arms around me, holding me while Will fucked my ass. Also, Will jostling me around made me move on Davy’s cock. Under the right circumstances, I’m a big fan of anal, and Will absolutely knew what he was doing, which means I was flying high, riding one cock while being energetically and quite skillfully fucked by another.

I have no idea how long we all fucked before I was close to an orgasm. Time ceases to exist when you’re riding that high, and when Davy begged for release, I wasn’t surprised when Will told him, “I’ll count it down, but not yet. Hold onto it for now, boy.”