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her fingers. The scent and taste remained on my lips a bit longer and I savored it as long as I could.
    As I licked my lips, Sybarta released the collar around my neck and wrists. She lowered the back of the chair so that I was now laying flat on my back, my ankles still bound. She bound my wrists to one another over my head before placing a blindfold around my eyes. She told me to open my mouth and stuffed it with something that I couldn’t discern. I would find out later (months later when she did the same thing without the blindfold) that she had placed a large dildo in my mouth.
    I held the base of it tight between my teeth while Sybarta, now free of clothes, mounted the large rubber dong and rode it to orgasm. I was again in heaven as I relished the sweet smell of her scent and even felt her fingers occasionally brushing my cock but, as naïve as I was, I really didn’t know what she was up to, despite the moans and the weight of her body on my chest. It wasn’t until Sybarta orgasmed—screaming like a wild beast—that I had a clue what might have been happening. But, by then, it was over. She removed the dildo from my mouth and reversed it, placing the now-wet end into my mouth, allowing me to feast on her flavor yet again.
    I was lost in euphoria, tasting her, my heart in my ears and my eyes blind to the world when I realized that the phone was ringing. I heard bits of a muffled conversation before Sybarta returned to me to say, "I have a special surprise for you."
    What could have been more special than everything that had gone before? I couldn’t even fathom. I just knew that I was in for another treat.
    Sybarta released me from my bonds and led me, across her floor, still blindfolded. Here in this odd sanctuary of hers, her cot, her bondage chair, and a footlocker were all the furniture the room had to offer. The walls were sparsely decorated with her odd artwork and the cold tiles of the floor chilled my feet as I moved to her cot. She had me on my hands and knees on the cold canvas. She ran her fingers lightly across my back. I was startled by an unexpected knock on the door.
    "Shhhh... shhhh..." she said. "Do you trust me?"
    "Yes, M’lady," I replied and I meant it.
    "Then you just don’t worry. Know that what happens here is for the best for you."
    With that, she left my side. I strained to hear what was going on. I heard her front door open and close, a cold breeze from outside turned my skin to gooseflesh. There was a bit of muffled conversation and other indiscernible noise. I could hear Sybarta coming back towards me when she said, "Here he is, as promised."
    Fingers ran along my back again, but I could tell that they didn’t belong to Sybarta. There was a third person in the room (if not more) and they were touching my bare flesh. I could smell the faint odor of leather and thought I sensed after-shave lotion. The touch was rougher than Sybarta’s, more insistent, as if I was being inspected.
    A hand grasped my hard cock and gave a good squeeze. I couldn’t help but moan from the pleasure it brought. I heard a snort of derision and felt certain that the hands on me belonged to a man. This sent my mind into a tizzy. I had always been self-conscious about my body, especially in front of other men. I avoided gym class in high school and any other potentially embarrassing locker room scenarios. I had never been naked and prone in front of a man before, much less one who was touching me. I felt like I wanted to run out of there immediately. If it weren’t for the soothing sound of Sybarta’s voice, I might have done just that.
    "Shhh, it’s okay, baby. This is something that I want to see. This is something you need to do for me. You’re going to be opened up and taken. Then I will know with certainty that you are Mine."
    She held my head in her hands. I could feel her warm breath on my skin at just about the time I felt a cold, wet finger on my virgin ass. I had read enough in porn magazines to