The Room (of Mrs. Alonso) - Part5

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

Part 5 - Mounting the Good Doggy

Amber then quickly climbed onto the latex cushion of the “Good Doggy”. She first pinned her ankles, and for extra drama, and to make sure she wound not get away, she placed the two locks. She then trapped her left wrist, in the clamp part, and repeated, putting on and closing the padlock. Next, she did the same with her neck, and did the locking.

Then Amber jerked a little, trying to free herself, and reveled in the feeling of pleasure it gave her and what a turn-on it was to be in such a humiliating pose, even for someone like her. But deep down she was still an insatiable whore, who loved to be subdued, even though she enjoyed humiliating everyone.

Before placing her right hand on the clamp, and just leaving it locked with the manual lock, so she could free herself, Amber, took the dildo, turned it on and played with it for a moment, between the lips of her pussy, pleasuring herself, and then slowly, little by little, plunging it deeper and deeper into her eager pussy. The vibrations were gradually increasing. Vibrations that made her notice with renewed pleasure, that she had the anal jewel in her ass that replicated the vibrations.

Amber moaned like a whore in heat, at the same time, pushing the toy deeper and deeper inside, not noticing that the end of the base had already passed between her lips... but she didn't care, when she discovered that she had to keep pushing it carefully with her fingertips, so as not to accidentally press the off button.

"Being Amber is so good," she said to herself, noticing that her pussy was tightening around the dildo, something that being Ariel she didn't know she was capable of...

Then Amber brought her hand to the right place and with a slight twist of her wrist she pushed the clasp so that it fell, and encircled her wrist. Now she could only release it by pressing the button on the safety mechanism. She tested the security of that simple clasp a little, and she soon realized that she was no match. She was humiliatingly trapped. In doggy pose, at the mercy of anyone who saw her like that. Something this new person, that was Amber now, liked even more... she was such a perverted, slut.

Not that she was capable of thinking of release. As the dildo began to roar louder and vibrate faster, in Amber's mind there was now only chaos and a flood of pleasure that would not let her concentrate.


End - Ende - Fine - Fin..... ?