Story: fit to be tied (part three)

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His cock rose like a pink chalice between his knees as he sat cross-legged before her double-slit, dripping wet altar. Oh, the essence! Ripe for the *christening*.

Two holes; one cock. Decisions. Good thing the third hole was at the other end. One less distraction to deal with at the moment.

All holes were His for the raping, though. She insisted. Who was He to argue? Particularly as she was so obliging by squatting before Him now, refusing such supplication would be...unconscionable. Impolite. RUDE!

He HAD to act, there was nothing more to it.

In due course...

Meantime, He continued to sit, watching the rise and fall of her torso through her legs, as she knelt on all fours facing away from Him, the blindfold secured around her eyes. Delighting in the electrified calm, wondering what was going through HER mind. Imagining her undoubted mixture of fear and excitement, not knowing what he was up to, and what he might do next. Would he merely touch her? Should she brace for an all-out assault? Knowing that would undoubtedly ease her conscience.

It most certainly would...

But, what to do first? Aye, that was the question. He knew what she wanted; she'd made that clear enough. Any hole; fucked hard. Easier instructions than most sex toys came with. Just add 'batteries'. *heh*. Seriously, what she'd say would be more like 'do it now, and do it quickly. Please'. She'd beg Him. As was proper. Without even saying a word. He saw it in her eyes every time she stole a glance at Him.

He knew what she wanted. Instinctively. He'd squatted before subby shrines once or twice before. Butt what did HE want?

To keep control, as long as possible, if the truth were known. For once the 'o' had been squeezed out, that would be it. All one could do 'post o' was bide one's time passing pleasantries; talking about the weather and states of one's HEALTH, for god's sake.

*heh*. Health - mental health. Someone call a doctor, and we ain't talkin' GP, neither. Got a live one here...

But that'd be it. Make excuses to leave and be off. Much better to hold off, to spite - or maybe as a result of - her wants. Yeah, make her wait. She'd get hers either way. His aim was to please. All she had to do was wait.

His biggest regret? That He wasn't 'bigger'. So much subby, and a mouth too small! He'd have to work in cut-time just to cover HALF her body in love marks before her squirt erupted onto both of them. A worthy task if ever there were one, but still. Chewing got tiring after awhile. Fortunately, all his 'digits' were proficient. Nails dug into supple subby flesh, akin to a temporary tattoo, bursting a few blood vessels along the way.

Then there was His cock. Not the biggest in the world, admittedly. Did that matter? He wondered, sometimes, whether subs liked being bound just so they could be pummeled by huge, hard cock. Was that their fondest desire?

He hoped not. There was SO much more to sex than appendages of elephantine proportions.

She'd be His convert by the time they were through.