Worship Box

Today felt like the perfect day to put my new toy to work—well, two of them. I locked Kino Payne’s hands into leather mitts, then yanked them around his waist, straitjacket tight. Spread his legs, strapped them down. Wired electrodes to his cock, cinched an inflatable collar around his throat, shoved my panties in his mouth and taped it shut. Taking away his voice does something wicked to me, especially when I’m planning to tease the hell out of him. With his head sealed inside the bondage worship box, he’s right where I want him. Wearing over-the-knee boots, long leather gloves, stockings and a tight leather crop top, I climbed onto the table and straddled his trapped face. He had a perfect view of my pussy—mouth useless, taped shut. I wanted to steal his air, so I sank down, sealed his nose with my ass. The pressure from my weight and the swelling collar made him jerk and slam the table when panic hit. His panic only got me wetter. I ripped off the tape, swapped it for a dildo gag, stripped the top and gloves, and dropped onto the toy between his teeth. At first I rode it—slow, deliberate strokes. Then I told him to fuck me with it. All he had left were his abs, and every thrust strained him, but he earned a front-row seat while I came over and over. Kino’s POV camera kept you inches from every wet slide. You’re there, inside the box, watching me use his face until I’m done.