Something about being forced—to be so exposed—made her feel both vulnerable and sexy at the same time. She couldn’t help reacting to it. Her body liked being helpless under his gaze, and she had no doubt he was enjoying the view because a second later one thick finger stroked the wet seam of her pussy lips teasingly, probing between them with the lightest touch.
It was enough to make her want more and she wiggled, trying to entice him to finger her.
He laughed, “Oh Charlie, you’re enjoying this far too much. I wonder how long that’s going to last.” And his teasing finger was gone just like that.
She whimpered in embarrassment, desperately trying to tighten her muscles so she wasn’t so exposed, but it was useless. The wide rounded barrel of the saddle stand had her stretched just to the point of discomfort. It was nice that she had support for her upper body, but the dangling arms and legs were subject to gravity and she realized that she wouldn’t be able to fight at all without entirely rolling off.
From this position, she wouldn’t be able to reach a hand back or get her feet in the way either. And maybe that was for the best. She had no safeword to get her out of this, and she wasn’t entirely sure she could take whatever he had planned with any kind of grace or poise. Her pain tolerance was fairly high, but there’d always been a goal of keeping her aroused which meant he would slow when it became too much.
She had a feeling keeping her turned on wasn’t going to be a priority while he was blistering her backside—or whatever he was going to do to her.
He adjusted her body, shifting her slightly back so her ass was even with the end. He patted her hip with his big, calloused palm and she tensed nervously, afraid he was about to start.
“Because I’m a generous Daddy I’m going to give you a choice, Charlie. I was thinking it might be good to tie your arms and legs so that you didn’t hurt yourself trying to get up. But it’s going to be up to you. If I tie you down, then you don’t need to worry about staying still and you can struggle as much as you want without going anywhere. If you don’t want to be tied then we’ll get started as is, but…”
He paused dramatically and waited a second before continuing, “if youactuallymanage to get up before we’re done, I give you my solemn promise that wewillstart over from the beginning.”
She loved being tied up in bed, but this was a whole different situation. Did she want that? She realized she did. It reinforced the no-safeword option so she would have no choice but to stay right there—and incidentally keep her from earning a lot more punishment. “I want to be tied,” she said quietly.
He smacked his hand down on her bare ass in warning. “Is that how you ask your Daddy for a favor?”
She wrinkled her nose, squinching her eyes up. Of course, he’d make her beg for the privilege. It took her a second to make sure there wouldn’t be any obvious attitude in the request. “Please, will you tie me up, so I don’t fall off, Daddy?” she asked.
“Of course, baby. Let’s fix you up.” He sounded pleased; in fact he was whistling as he walked over to the table and retrieved a bundle of ropes. They weren’t standard ranch ropes; they were from his personal stash, so he’d come prepared. He moved around the stand, efficiently wrapping her wrists and ankles with the rope before looping it around the sturdy legs of the old stand.
Tying knots was part of his job, but he’d always had a special vocation for it, and by the time he was done she had very limited movement, but no pain or discomfort where the ropes tightened around her flesh. She tugged all four limbs experimentally and found she was well and truly restrained.
“Comfortable?” he asked, doing one more check. “Can’t have my girl getting hurt.” He laughed, “Well, I guess hurt is okay. Harm is what we want to avoid.”
“It’s all good, Daddy. Not too tight,” she assured him. It was scary though, knowing that she couldn’t run. There wasn’t another person in the world she’d have trusted to tie her down like this, not one. And that…that meant something.
“Good girl, now I have a special surprise for you and then we’ll get started.” He returned to the table and it frustrated her that she couldn’t get a good look at what he was doing, especially since he went straight from there around to her backside without showing her.
A second later she felt something cold probing between her swollen pussy lips, stroking through the slippery fluid of her arousal. She gasped, jerking away slightly from the sensation. She thought at first it was ice, but it wasn’t frozen. “Whatisthat?” she asked.
“Guess?” There was a little teasing in his tone and that worried her. He circled her clit with the rounded shape and then pushed it up inside of her. An involuntary moan burst from her and she rocked back wanting more.
“A… a toy?” she asked, trying not to sound too hopeful.
He laughed out loud. “The last thing you are getting from me right now is an orgasm, Charlie. Nice try though. Guess again.”
It was an order and there was a snap to it, so she knew it was going to be an unpleasant answer. “I’m…I’m not sure, Daddy.” There was a tingling sensation as it started to warm up from being inside of her.
“No? Hmm.” Suddenly he pulled whatever it was free and a second later he was pressing it against her rosebud until he’d worked the tip of it inside.
“A—is it a butt plug?” she guessed, squirming against the sudden intrusion and even though she knew it was a bad idea she tried to clench to reject the invader.
“I suppose it counts as one.” He sounded amused and a little secretive and that made her nervous.
His free hand slapped her cheek with a light upward blow that made it ripple and bounce. “Don’t fight it, Charlie. Just let it in.”
It was hard to force herself to relax, but with her legs and ass spread open she wouldn’t have been able to stay tense for long anyway, so she accepted the intrusion. It was thicker than his finger, whatever it was, and she wasn’t used to being stretched by something wider than that, but they’d always planned to add in more anal play so it would have happened eventually.
He took his time, pushing it in an inch or so and then pulling it out a little in a steady back and forth motion, but each time he pressed it back in it went a little deeper and finally she felt a little pop as it was seated all the way inside of her. She let out a little sigh of relief. It really wasn’t that bad. She could handle it.
“Make sure you don’t lose it, little girl. If it falls on the floor, I’ll have to get a new one and this is the smallest,” he warned her.
She frowned and hoped it wouldn’t slide out. If she couldn’t clench to keep him from inserting it, then clenching to keep it inside wasn’t going to work either but, “Yes, Daddy,” seemed to be the required answer anyway.
