She'd suggested paying attention to the 'tying up' parts and just use his imagination regarding what he might like to do to her.The position she was i... now had been her suggestion. They'd tried it on the ground, first, then she insisted that he hoist her up into the air with her wrists bound to her right ankle. She was heavy, weighing almost as much as he did, and it was difficult tying off the rope with her dangling in the air, but he managed it – and at just the right height, too. Or at least. Onoccasion she would snap back to reality and try to raise her legs some, butthey were giving out more and more each time. She was, without wanting to,lowering herself down on the waiting machine. Suddenly she felt herself reaching an orgasm. This could not be happeningshe thought to herself. She tried to fight it, but it felt so good, so full,with each movement of the dildo, she got closer. The master saw her squirmingand reaching a point of no return. After a few minutes of fighting it, her. "Right down the old poop shoot."Lon and those with him were sequestered among a group of fairly large boulders near the crest of the hill. The ancient lava rocks were nice and solid and had been in place here for perhaps that last billion years or so. They would make good cover for the coming fight, especially since the 20mm cannons on the tanks and APCs would be loaded with training rounds. These rounds would hit hard enough to knock a man clean off his feet if impact occurred, but they would. First, you will at all times address me civilly, even subserviently. I don't demand to be called anything silly, like "Lord" or "Master". A simple "sir" will do, or even my name. Second, you will do as you're told, promptly and without protest unless I tell you you're free to do otherwise. That about covers it."Why, you may properly ask yourself should you do such a thing? Simply because there is almost nothing I can't do to you by now. I can, obviously. control you movements against your will..