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It took a full minute before Tay realized that their wrists were hanging from the rope as if they were a puppet, being puppeteered by their Daddy. She moved the rope around, and Tay’s wrists followed, swinging from side to side, sometimes wildly. They weren’t trying to control the movements, so they felt fluid.
Dollification wasn’t something that Tay had ever been interested in—it was often far too mixed up with bimbofication and theyweren’ta pretty doll—but this? This felt entirely different. Brought a new meaning to a rigger having control over their rope bunny.
Tay loved it.
Their arms were stretched out, and they realized that Guilia must be tying them to the posts at the end of the bed. It took a while for the winging to stop, but when it did, it happened naturally, and by that point Guilia was on her knees, spreading Tay’s legs open wide and so Tay really didn’t have the capacity to care much.
Firm hands, edging Tay’s legs apart, and then butterfly kisses up their left thigh until Guilia’s mouth met Tay’s curls.
They felt fingers then, stroking through their bush until Guilia found their clit, and then intense, unyielding circles over and over until Tay’s head began to flop to one side.
“You still with me, tesore?” asked a voice from far away.
It was Guilia. It must be Guilia, thought Tay.
The circles paused for a moment and Tay keened, desperate to retain the pressure.
“Tay, are you green?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” they said. “Green as green can be. Why did youstop?”
Guilia chuckled. “Because you didn’t answer me.”
“Well, I’ve answered you now, Daddy, come on. Crack on!”
CHAPTER 26
Guilia
Guilia was going to have to blindfold Tay more regularly, she determined. They were so adorable, quirking their neck each time Guilia moved the rope, and following her every time she made a sound.
And they were so utterly free of self-consciousness right now.
They were able to just give themself over to pleasure, give themself over to Guilia. Freedom. It felt like she was giving Tay the gift of freedom, to be themself without any restrictions. She moved her thumb faster against Tay’s clit, using the wetness from their cunt to make the movements smooth and slick.
She could lose herself in Tay’s pleasure, devote hours to make the enby come, over and over and over. Make them tap out from over-stimulation, from forced orgasms.
Guilia didn’t fill Tay’s cunt up this time; she didn’t need to.
The rope had heightened all the sensations and each time she moved her hand, circled Tay’s clit once more, they moaned and gasped. Penetration was fun, but it wasn’t the only fun two people could have.
She leaned forward and blew on Tay’s clit and Tay shivered so hard that their arms began to swing again. Her little marionette, trussed up and ready for Daddy to play with.
When Tay started trembling, Guilia was torn. They’d done so well; they deserved to come. And yet…
“Can you hold off for me, tesore?” she asked.
Tay whimpered—they actuallywhimpered—but they nodded and she could see the set of their jaw, determined to follow her suggestion.
“That’s it.” She stood then, placing Tay’s thighs atop her own so that they were forced to lie back, legs spread and cunt open. Guilia’s fingers never stopped their circling, in fact she started pressing in harder, increasing the pressure. She was able to loosen the ropes with her spare hand, so that Tay’s arms weren’t stretched out too much, and then she gently nudged each wrist so it started swinging back and forth.
“Look at you,” she said. “All spread open for Daddy. Spread and wet.”
The sight was intoxicating.
Guilia was Italian; she’d drunk many a glass of wine, but not even indulging at weddings could incite these feelings. She was drunk on Tay.
“Yes, Daddy,” said Tay, and Guilia’s own cunt clenched at their words. “I’m spread and wet for Daddy.”
