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“Good boy, Brucie!” I moaned, pressing my titties to the floor and rapidly rubbing my fingertips over my clit. “Show Mommy our magic trick, Brucie! Show Mommy how I make that doggie-dick disappear!”

“Good. Then you’ll have lots of cum for me tonight.” With that, she began sucking my cock hard, dragging her fingernails across my taint and balls, stretching the skin. As her head bobbed up and down on my shaft, I grabbed her hair and pulled hard, making her motion stop. I pushed my cock into her mouth, she couldn’t dodge me. When the head hit the back of her throat, I held her tight and pushed harder, trying to get my dick down her throat. Suddenly she coughed and gagged and I let her off my cock. When she stopped coughing, she said

Something was wrong. I struggled to open my eyes, blearily forcing myself to focus. I was in a red-panelled room, dimly lit, one I'd never been in before, with... things, on the walls. Whips, floggers, toys of all descr*ptions, most of which I couldn't even name. It was only then that I realized I was naked, bound on my back to a table with my legs spread into a slight V in the air, wrists above my head, a belt around my waist holding me down. I lifted my head, and saw that my six-inch dick was hard and straining, twitching without my command. Why the fuck was I hard? Arousal was the last thing I was feeling! Confusion, fear, panic, yes. But not arousal.