The tracks run all through out the apartment. The chains on the slave’s ankles MUST be secured at all times to the floor track. The slave can go f...om room to room without ever being unchained and secured. However, the slave track will not allow the slave to exit the apartment. In the apartment, the slave’s wrists can be chained in front of them that will allow them to be able to normal activities. At bed time the slave can be released and chained hand and foot in any manner the Master. She looks up at you and smiles and the proceeds to put the tip of your cock in her mouth. The feeling is unbelievable. The warmth of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue. And the dildo going in your ass. The feeling is incredible. Beth is slow at first. Soft licks and kisses around your head. Then she runs her tongue from the base of your cock all the way to the tip. You let out a loud moan. You have never felt so much pleasure at one time. Beth keeps sucking you and you see her hand is still. That's when she stopped "fuck me now!" She said and lied down on the couch and I followed right away our bodies now pressed together with my cock being squeezed against her bush and my stomach. Our faces were inches away and that's when I kissed her. I slipped my tongue in her mouth and within seconds we started going faster and faster, both of us moaning as i started rubbing my cock against her pussy. The friction of my cock rubbing against her pussy hair made her start grinding her hips. We. The metal of her rings tickled the side of my tongue. Her fingers buried themselves in my hair and guided me to her sweet spots while I licked for all I was worth. This was it, I realized, this position felt so natural, so incredibly right. To serve . The expression echoed in my mind out of nowhere. Between first Robert and now Clare, I felt owned and safe. To serve - it’s funny how the mind sometimes jumps between thoughts; infinitive, the student in me piped in, and triggered thoughts about.