“Hello again slave”“Hello sir”“Why are you here slave”“So you can use me for your pleasure sir”“Are you happy for me to use you for ...our pleasure, are you a willing slave?”“Yes sir”“Do you enjoy having me use you slave?”“Yes sir, I love it”“Do you know what you’re here to do tonight slave?”“Yes sir”“And?!”“I’m here to suck your cock and balls sir, to suck your toes, lick your feet, eat your ass, to let you use me like the only reason I even exist is to be used for your sexual pleasure”“And what. I wasn’t sure how to answer her without being obvious. “I tell you what” she said “come with me” and she led me down the hallway into a large room at the rear of the house. There were several chairs with a low bench in the middle of the room. “I think you might know what happens here” she suggested. I certainly did. I had seen a bench like that in several bestiality videos. “Why don’t you just lay down on the bench?” she said. I was getting nervous. It seemed so easy finding out what happened. ” She retrieved one of her big multifunctional dildos from the night stand while I fetched the restraints. The ankle and wrist restraints were of soft cotton reinforced by a sturdy nylon strip that held a ring. Through these rings I tied her hands behind her head. This lifted her titties, and the position itself spoke of surrender and trust. I put around her mouth a pink terrycloth gag, that she could easily work off or speak through. I bound her ankles and then stepped out while she got her. Her name was Nicolette and her naturally curly black hair cascaded down her slender back almost to the mysterious curve of her posterior that bespoke an invitation for any male with appreciation for such matters to take up the gauntlet so to speak and have a go at her rear door entry with the raucous enthusiasm of a basely born personage.I included me in that calling and my thoughts were prone to wandering to speculation about the shape, the softness, the texture of her hindquarter skin and the.