Sex Therapist: Case 1, Part 2

Her pleas returned unanswered as he secured a studded leather collar around her neck.

Leashed to him and under his control, he forced her to kneel before him. Her knees hit the hardwood floor painfully.

Her captor was removed from words and immune to her displeasure. The throbbing of her knees were bearable compared to the pain she would receive if she failed to please him.  

He forced his limp penis inside her mouth. 

Moderating the steadiness of her motion, he clamped the back of her head, forcing her to savor his length. She flexed her throat muscles. Exercising her extraordinary gag reflexes, she was able to squeeze and retract the muscles around his shaft. She stimulated him using the contraction of her throat muscles, her tongue and the warmth of her mouth.

Reaching the plateau of arousal, her husband was fully erect and near orgasm when she removed him from the warmth and moistness which erected him.

She took one of his testicles in her mouth simultaneously sucking and circling her tongue around delicately until he moaned with pleasure. Her hands were far from idle as they ventured around his scrotum and rubbed around the entrance of his anus.

After he came, he pulled her upright, turned her away from him and made her clamp her ankles as he entered her from behind. Filled nearly to the brinks of expansion she moaned as pleasure consumed her. A forbidden act.

Leash coiled in the fist of one hand, he used the other to pull on her thick brown mane. Forcefully, he reminded her of her place beneath him. She was a slave and pleasure was only reserved for his benefit. Her satisfaction was prohibited.

As she stood upright he debated the magnitude of her punishment.

She stood frightfully, unaware of the punishments to be delivered. Was it the painful pleasure of pinching nipple clamps, the lashing of satin lace against her skin or worse C-curved anal beads?