"You have to do itsissy style! Back up! Spread your knees a little wider sothe skirt is tight, make sure your knees are both on thefloor, with your as... sticking as high as it can go."Joan sissy backed up on his knees, feeling the tightness ofhis plug. Some liquid in his enema bag sloshed; his fearpee, he thought, wanting relief, but the plug has a one wayentrance and was hugely tight. He straightened his knees tothe floor. He felt his dangling molars touch the top edgeof the plasticene shell,. I don't know which I like more, she thought to herself, binding him so he can't get out of position, or watching him struggle to keep his bottom presented. He almost visibly trembled. The last time he had been strapped with Becky's belt, he got thirty five strokes. He was sure he didn't want to go through that again. "You're going to get fifty with my belt!" The eager and athletic young dominatrix teased. "Try not to move too much. If you do, I'll bring Trisha to help hold you in place." She. She looked like she was headed out to a Paris runway. ‘What are you all dressed up for today? I didn’t see you leave this morning.’ ‘I had a client meeting today. This north side gallery commissioned me to take photos of their art work for promotional flyers and such. I’ll be tied up with that all next week. Why?’ ‘Because, you look…stunning,hot. I mean, I’ve never seen you dressed up like that before. If I had, you may not have made it out of here in one piece!’ he chuckled. ‘Really, Nick?. I was moaning in delight – I remember I kept saying – oh this is lovely.This encouraged him no end and in no time, I found he was rimming me deeply and his tongue deep inside my ass hole. He then put his hands below my stomach and lifted my buttocks a little and further licked harder. I could feel his saliva dripping through the crack, tickling my balls and dropping on the bath towel I had stretched out, on the bed – precisely to prevent leaving telltale marks on the bed. It seemed like.