She had someone expected a little more resistance to their steady supply of sex being cut off so abruptly. She took out her phone and texted a few things to Brandon as Angus placed a couple amateur of slices of toast in front of her, glazed only with a thin film of honey. “Take it easy lass.” Angus said as he leaned in and kissed the top of her head, making his way to the door to leave for work. Once they finished and cleared away breakfast, Sam and Brandon followed suit, leaving for work and class, leaving Tegan alone with her thoughts. The situation had changed literally overnight – again. The evolution of their relationship had gone from roommates to fuckbuddies to full on sex slave so rapidly that now being left with chaste casual conversation was jarring, almost painfully so. By contrast their behavior this morning seemed almost cold, but there was a definite affectionate consideration to it rather than them simply no longer seeing her as a non-sexual being because her uterus was leaking. This was going to be cumshot her week off – usually her actual period lasted about four days, but she supposed she should wait until the sugar pills were finished before she let them start repeatedly coming inside her again. She finished doing to dishes and pottered about the house looking for something to keep herself occupied with. Keeping busy was the second hardest thing about this arrangement, right after the actual physical and emotional toll the sex was having on her, and before not really having any freedom. The thing about actually working was that it granted her a indian steady income. Sure, there were bills to pay that were no longer her concern, but she could also go shopping to entertain herself. She had savings, but didn’t really plan to touch them. So that meant staying in, or at least doing things that were free. So with that she flopped down on the couch and put a movie she’d seen a half dozen times before on Netflix to keep her company like an old friend as she flipped through her journal where she’d chronicled her now fairly comprehensive list of sexual experiences over the last month. Pausing when she got to a page that was roughly torn out, she reminisced about a session with Angus a few nights earlier. “Ah’m gonnae fuck yer feet.” Angus drawled as he walked into her room. “You what now?” Tegan asked incredulously, laying on her bed flicking through a magazine in the nude, as had become the custom. “Fuck yer feet, ah said.” “I’m not going to say no, but why?” “Because ah haven’t fucked a girl’s feet before, and ye’ll let me do it.” Angus shrugged. “Could be a laugh. If ah don’t like it ah’ll fuck yeh somewhere else.” “You’re kinda making it sound like you’re getting bored with me.” Tegan pouted, playfully on the outside but secretly self-conscious about her body. “Ach, don’ be like that. I like yer holes plenty fine. As lovely ever. The tightest arsehole ah’ve ever had the pleasure of. Pussy like a sweet peach. Ok?” “Alright.” Tegan tossed her magazine aside. “So how do we do this?” “Shuffle down here a bit and put the soles of your feet together.” Angus instructed as he took off his belt and let his pants fall to the floor, then he held her toes as she complied and wrapped his belt around her ankles to bind them together, pulling the belt tight and tying it off. When he was done her soles were pressed together at roughly his crotch height and she was bent at the knees so her thighs were spread, leaving her feeling exposed. She was otherwise forced to lie prone, her arms flat by her side for balance. She caught him slyly inspecting the plug in her ass while her feet were up. He’d caught her twice without it already since the first warning and had received five then ten spankings for it. Two more mistakes would draw fifteen then twenty, and he’d promised her an upgrade to a larger size which was equal parts frightening and exciting – probably partially why she kept ‘forgetting’ to keep it in. “A’right.” Angus grinned as he dropped his boxer shorts to expose his semi-hard cock, swelling as he picked up the tube of lube he’d left in her room for convenience and applied some to himself – stroking himself a little to a more complete hardon – then begin smearing it on the arches of her feet, making her squirm and giggle. “That tickles.” “Does it?” he asked in mock surprised and deliberately tickled her feet, making her squirm more, bucking her hips as she tried to escape. He ran a hand through his mused, black hair. Taking the cumshot leash, I led her off of the ottoman. I would help her work through all her arts, not just the sexual. She was breathing hard, sweat was indian running down between her breasts. Justin Sampson “This is your lands?” The bondage gear on the other hand was put in place before that so it counts together with the things I prepared in advance before granting the relief to make sure to keep you busy. Angela woke with the feeling of Master's cock swelling in her ass. So I got up to go over to the television and get the spare remote. Instantly I replied that it was ok, I had a fair idea at the time what was happening so I just took turnabout on Sally, you were so far gone you did not notice what Sally was doing love and now I am just so horny I want to find somewhere to stop so that you can give me some relief honey. She had laid back down by this stage but was looking into my eyes still. His imagination has created some great fantasies and he thinks about acting them out from time to time. Good! The whole time, he was fucking my throat so deep I kept amateur gagging on his big hard dick, and I could barely breathe. Some he just pairs up, but he usually pairs ten couples he thinks will go on to be soul mates. I furrowed my brow at that glittering gem. Past the sofa, there was a shower stall, washbasin, and a throne like toilet. But the house was immaculate and recently renovated.