Page 55 of Valentine's Slave

Ava follows my orders, chains swinging.

“Good.” I take the swing, lifting it over her head and securing it across the middle of her back. “Put your arms straight up in the air,” I say. When Ava does so, I put the two straps from the swing in her hands, so she’s holding tight.

“Good. Now, I want you to lean back, putting your weight on your back and the swing, and slowly walk your feet to the door so you’re leaning backwards.”

The look on Ava’s face is a mix of nerves and excitement, and that makes my cock even harder. I’m wearing black slacks and nothing else.

She leans back, her feet against the door and her body tilted back, supported by the swing as she holds the straps above her head on either side.

“Wonderful,” I encourage her. “Now, I’m going to stand against the door facing you. I want you to lean backwards even more, hold on to the straps, spread and bend your legs, and slowly walk your feet up the door on either side of me. This will tip your torso and head further backwards the higher you walk until you’re upside down with your legs on my shoulders.”

Ava makes a muffled sound against the ball gag, and my cock pulses in my pants.

“Just remember not to lean your head too far,” I warn her, my eyes combing over her perfect naked body wrapped up in chains, “or else these gorgeous nipples will pay for it.”

Her breathing quickens, and she looks at the door, psyching herself up for the ride.

I pull off my pants, and her eyes fall to my already-hard cock.

“Spread your legs, my sweet little slut,” I murmur, and she shuffles her feet apart. Ducking under the straps, I step between her legs, now facing her, my back to the door.

“Perfect. Now, start walking up the wall.”

Taking a quivering breath, Ava braces her bare feet against the bottom of the door. She must be sweating since her feet seem togrip the door easily as she slowly makes her ascent. I get a direct glimpse of her pussy between the chain and lace panties as her feet reach my waist height.

“Do you feel secure?” I ask her.

She gives me a faint, “Mmhmm,” focused on her task.

“You’re a strong one,” I praise. “And soon we’ll see just how flexible you are.”

When her legs get to my chest height, I take hold of each ankle, hooking them over my shoulder so her Achilles’ heels rest against my bare skin.

She gasps, and I glance down to see the chains connecting her nipple clamps to the ball gag dangling from side to side. Because of her backwards-tipped angle, her natural response is to relax her head backwards, but that would yank the chains of the nipple clamps, so instead, she has to hold her head up, working against gravity, which both tenses her core and works her abs. I may get another coregasm out of her before I even start fucking her.

“Do you like being all chained up for me?” I ask, running my hand down the inside of her leg, from her knee up along her inner thigh. She moans, shaking a little.

“It’s difficult to hold your head up when you’re leaning backwards like that, isn’t it?” I ask, my hand skating along the curve of her hip, across her abdomen, rustling the chains, stroking under her breasts.

“Mmhmm.”

I love hearing her gagged responses.

“You’re going to be working hard this morning,” I warn her.

I bring my other hand between her legs where the chains all come together, connecting to a big ring pressed up against her pussy, leaving the perfect entryway for my cock. But I don’t fuck her just yet.

I rub my finger against her clit, and she shakes again. Now, with both hands, I slowly creep up her metal thong, rubbing the chains against the outside of her pussy. With my hand on her abdomen, I can feel her core activated to keep her head from leaning back, and I assume the tight muscles working inside her are slowly building pressure in her pussy.

My hands move north, rippling the chains fanning across her chest, and she whimpers when I flick one of the chains, knocking against the vise-like grip around her nipple.

Her breathing comes in fast pants, and I know she’s getting close. I reach under her and begin to spank her just as she breaks out in shudders and moans, her body convulsing, with the sound of my palm ringing against her perfect plump ass. There’s nothing I like more than watching her come.

Her little pleasure spasms continue for a good ten seconds until she sighs out deep and slow, taking in a long, quavering breath. That was exactly what I was waiting for, and I rake my gaze over her body, her nipples still erect between the metal jaws of the clamps, her hands straight up above her, clenching the sex swing straps.

Stroking my fingers up and down her thigh, I watch her close her eyes as she regains her strength. She still keeps her head from tilting backwards like the rest of her body, for now. Her cheeks are rosy from the coregasm, and when her breathing quiets, I sink two fingers into her pussy.

Ava moans, squeezing around me. She’s drenched inside, and I feel the goopy aftermath of the pleasure she just experienced.

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