Page 91 of Savage

Hunter sits back and nods in approval, but he reaches into the bag again. This time he pulls a flat disc of some sort out, and I have to sit still as he attaches it to the gag. It ends up pushing my tongue down, preventing me from moving it at all.

I guess I don’t have to worry about what to do with my tongue anymore, but it doesn’t stop the shame spreading throughout my body or the drool that has begun to collect at the corners of my mouth.

“Not bad,” Hunter murmurs, petting me with both hands. I lean into that touch and make yet another sound that I can’t swallow down.

It’s silly. I’m completely naked, and he’s seen every part of me already. I don’t know why having my mouth forced open like this suddenly has me ashamed in a way I haven’t been before.

Ashamed, and needing him to touch me.

I need his approval more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life, to know that he’s satisfied with me and won’t just throw me away. As long as I do things like this—as long as I’m good—he has every reason to keep me around.

Right?

“Follow me,” he says, and I get up so I can do just that. He leads me into the kitchen, where again, a dildo has been suctioned to the seat of a chair.

I whimper, looking at him as I begin to panic. Am I in trouble again? For thinking of somebody else?

Hunter seems to notice my panic, because he gives me the smallest of smiles. “You want to please me, don’t you?”

I nod quickly, trying to take comfort in that smile. It’s such a small thing, but it means so much to me.

He approaches me and takes two more straps out of the bag. I watch, confused, as he fastens one around each of my thighs, as high up as they can go. They’re tight enough that they probably won’t fall off soon.

I notice the little hooks on them too, and I imagine him strapping my legs together.

Hunter motions toward the dildo, which I notice is already gleaming with lube. “Sit.”

I don’t hesitate, even though my heart flutters and nerves threaten to overwhelm me. I go to the dildo and position myself over it. My eyes meet his, and slowly, so slowly, I lower myself down with soft whimpers and whines escaping my lips. All the while, I can feel drool continuing to trickle down my face, gathering on my chin before dripping down onto my breast.

I shudder when I’m fully seated, my eyes slowly closing.

“Remember, no slouching,” Hunter says, guiding my back straighter. The touch sends tingles up my spine, gentle and almost ticklish.

This isn’t so bad, I think as I settle in. It’s uncomfortable, and humiliating, and the dildo is a bit large, but I can handle this.

Maybe I should have known better. Maybe I jinxed it by even thinking it.

“The last part,” Hunter says, and this time he pulls two thin chains out of the bag. I stare at them—and the clamps at the ends.

My head grows a little fuzzy, because I know exactly where those kinds of clamps are meant to go. My body trembles as Hunter fastens the hooks to the straps on my thighs, then lifts the chains and clamps them to my nipples.

I can’t help but gasp as the sensation shoots through me. The clamps aren’t even too tight. It’s uncomfortable, but this… This is nothing.

The real torture is going to be when he finally takes them off.

“Back straight, Stef,” Hunter admonishes, and I realize I’ve slumped forward to relieve the pressure on my nipples.

I sit up again and wince at the tug.

“Now, I want you to sit very still. Back needs to be straight, hands on your thighs. Head up—you’ll make a mess of yourself otherwise.” Hunter touches me as he speaks, positioning me exactly how he wants me. Legs slightly apart, my hands loose on my thighs, my back straight and my eyes staring directly ahead.

Each touch makes me shiver and clench around the dildo, and I feel myself growing hotter still. I feel like a doll, like a toy.

But I notice the eagerness in his eyes, and the slight bulge in his pants.

He’s enjoying himself, too, and that makes it easier to relax into this position.

This isn’t a punishment.

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