Chained Part 2

[Dylan-8755]

With the collar strapped to your throat your position is clear. You are a pet, a slave, an object.... a piece of meat. Yet that quiet *** is thrilling. The man releases your long hair and pushes your head forward. The crowd licks their lips, and people shuffle, desperate for the show to begin. The figure steps to the side as HE soothingly brushes the back of his hand of your smooth behind. He let's out a moan of satisfaction before his hand locates the tiny black thong that's buried between your cheeks. Warm fingers softly massage the skimpy material teasing your tight little butthole before moving further... and further south. The horror and thrill of what was about to happen strikes your brain like a jolt of lightning. Your hands curl gripping the cold metal chains above your hands as his fingers touch your hot desperate mound. An involuntary moan escapes your lips as you chew your bottom lip and throw your head back pulling on the chains. God... your wanted more! You wanted him to rip those fucking thongs off of you and plunge his fingers inside but instead he just ***s you... after all.... youre just a strung up piece of meat. His fingers work former and quicker, s***ding the rate of your breaths before his thumb presses into your sweetbuthole. "Please ..." You manage pathetically as your nipples harden against the cool air the man's free hand grips your jaw and lightly yet firmly slaps your face before heading down to massage each of your naked breasrs in turn. You grunt at the impact of the open palm, turning to curse at the man, but the sudden *** on your breasts cuts your word short. "You fuu.....". An eyebrow is raised, you're ***d to bend over and then there is a loud sharp CRACK!