Bondage Whore is the Table

Bondage whoreForniphilia is a form of bondage and sexual objectification in which a person’s body is incorporated into a chair, table, cabinet or other piece of furniture. I kept reminding myself of this as my arms were strapped into a V and my legs together making me a table. My head was even covered with a mask and some strappy things wrapped around me to make me more sexy. There was a cold tray on my back, heavy with drinks and snacks. I was a good table as I listened to my Master woo his date, the purrs and happy noises she was making lets me know he’s doing well. I can smell his musk and hear wet slurping noises. His breath catching confirms that Master is getting his cock sucked. She gags for a moment coming up for breath, panting and I know he took her head and held her down. Put all his cock in her throat at once before pulling her off of his cock. I felt the tray lifted off of my back. Surprised as I felt a warm body lean over me. Putting their weight on me. Her soft pillowy breasts pressing into my back. I heard the sound of a belt being pulled out of belt loops before I heard a sharp hard crack across an ass. The girl resting on me moaned and a shiver ran through her. Knowing I was being her support, her table, make my pussy so wet and helped me to forget the soreness of my muscles from the awkward and hard position to keep. So as he kept spanking her with the belt, her nails gripping and digging into my side. The surprised cries. The gasps as leather impact skin. I just couldn’t help but get wetter and wetter. I could feel my own pussy juices trickling down my thighs as the belt thumped onto the ground. Then the conjoined moans of two people experiencing each other. My Master was fucking this woman while she used me for support. Each thrust I could feel her moan against my back, feel those shivers of pleasure and the pin prick of her nails. He thrust harder making her rock back and forth over me as the room filled with the sound and smell of their fucking and it was so amazing. When she came on me, quivering with the orgasm. Master grunting as he came into her. I felt my own pussy contract, cumming without it ever being touched. Just because I got to be their table for their fucking.

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