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What the Birthday Girl Wants, She Gets. (Femshep x Fetwick)

Fetwick

Fetwick

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Emilee was turning twenty-two this year. It's always hard to top your 21st birthday, but her friends had something a little bit more extreme planned. One night the girls had talked about their darkest sexual fantasies, and when Stacey overheard Emilee's, she decided to make it a reality. It'd take some careful planning, but she broke every move down to a science, as they set up for today's events. It was only a couple of hours away from the party they had planned for Emilee in her house. She had to make her move quickly.

Mark was preparing something for his girlfriend's birthday as well. His plans were to make her a four course dinner, take her ice skating and then head to the clubs to end the night. He was grateful that Stacey offered to help him shop for Emilee's favorite foods. Mark had an idea of what she loved, but they had only been dating for a little over a year. As he got out the vehicle, he felt a depressing weight on his shoulders as Stacey hopped onto him like piggyback ride and promptly shoved a chloroform rag over his mouth. He struggled wildly, but her iron grip was too strong for him to shake as he slipped into unconsciousness.
 
Emilee woke up from her bed to see she needed to get up and get ready for the party her friend's were throwing at her own home. Stacey mentioned she needed a full rest cause she was going to have a fun time and she needed to be fully awake and needed to be alive for most of the afternoon and even night. She got up from her bed and showered still laughing softly when she remembered telling Stacey about her dark fantasies. She just hoped Stacey wouldn't do anything to tease her about it especially since she wanted to do her fantasies with her boyfriend Mark. Somehow she felt like that was going to comeback and bite her in the ass today. Soon Emilee brushed her long raven black hair and got dressed in a dark grey shirt and dark blue jeans. She didn't need to dress up in something special, after all it was just an innocent little get together with her friends right?

She didn't know if Mark was planning anything, they've been dating for a little over a year so she didn't expect much. Mark was a sweet guy and really seemed like the perfect boyfriend. Sweet, romantic, he would probably freak out if he knew her secret desires. Really she would just be happy if her friends showed up and Mark too, that was all she really needed, but knowing Stacey, she was gonna go all out with it. Emilee made sure her house was presentable for her friend's arrival. Checking the time she knew it would be soon, but she wasn't expecting the little surprise Stacey had planned.
 
Mark awoke in dizzied state as he tried to regain his composure to remember what happened. When his vision came to, he deduced that he was in a shed of some sort. Little did he know, he was in Emilee's backyard, a few paces from his girlfriend's party. His wrists were bound behind him to an armless rolling chair, while his ankles were hogtied to the leather handcuffs holding them. What was more surprising was the dusty mirror in front of him, revealed a change in outfit. Apparently, Stacey had stripped him naked and then placed him into some S&Mesque clothing. His jeans were replaced with black leather chaps and a matching pair of underwear with a zipper on the front of them. Stacey also equipped him in some black boots and a leather harness that held six straps connecting to a metal ring in the center. It bulged tightly against his athletic frame, as she deviously bought him one size smaller than his normal fit. He bucked wildly against his bonds to no avail as Stacey entered the shed.

"Hello, Mark." she cooed grabbing a tuft of his auburn hair and pulling it tightly before continuing, "You woke up just in time for the Birthday girl's surprise."

"EMIL-MRRPH!" he tried to scream before she cupped a hand over his mouth.

"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You don't want to ruin the surprise do you?" she said playfully before bending over. Her blonde hair fell over his face as he caught minor glimpses of her pulling down a pair of panties. Mark struggled as she forced them in his mouth, and then sealed it with a strip of duct tape she had at the ready on her fishnets.

"Don't worry, they're Emilee's. I'm wearing mine underneath." she said grabbing a sharpie writing the words "TO: EMILEE. FROM: STACEY." over his imprints of his lips on the silver adhesive.

"Now you sit tight, I'll be back for you in a moment." she said exiting the shed.
 
Emilee was surprised to see Stacey almost pay not attention to her, but when Emilee asked if something was wrong of course, Stacey denied anything was going on. Emilee did find it strange that Stacey randomly went to her room and walked out to her backyard. She didn't bother trying to see what she was doing, especially since Stacey told her to stay in the living room. Maybe Stacey was working on last minute present things or something like it. She grew worried that Mark hasn't shown up yet. Emilee pulled out her cell phone and texted him: "Hey baby. Hope you're okay, it's getting late so I grew worried. Love you <3." Emilee sighed and put her phone out wondering what was taking Stacey so long.

When Stacey came back in, Emilee expected to see Stacey still working, but this time Stacey looked excited, even a little devious. Of course this was a clear sign that she had something quite special planned, but what could it be? Maybe she used her dirty little secret information to tie it to her birthday present. Which almost worried her since she was into some rough and kinky stuff. Poor Mark, really if she actually got Emilee kinky stuff. Seeing Stacey looking finished Emilee stood up and asked with folded arms. "So, are you done with...whatever it was you were doing?" She chuckled softly
 
Mark tried wailing from the shed to no avail. No one could hear his calls as he tried to scream through the panty stuffed gag. He could hear the buzzing of his cellphone behind him. His clothes had been tossed to the side, with the dim light of his screen peering out of his flannel shirt. Stacey had secured him strategically so couldn't move without falling off balance. He shook his body in anger not being able to reach his phone or call out to Emilee. He had no choice other than to wait on Stacey to return with whatever devious plan she had in mind.

"Okay! It's time for presents, everyone!" Stacey called out to the room of girls.

They all had been dressed fairly nicely. Some in nightclubbing dresses and others a little bit more seductive. Stacey herself was wearing a tight latex miniskirt with a corset and fishnets. She also wore a nice pair of black open toed anklet boots to go along with her racy ensemble. As others gathered around Emilee, Stacey slowly trailed towards the back to get ready for the final surprise. The first girl went up with a couple of irregular boxes.

"Well, first off, every girl needs a birthday suit right?!" she said with excitement before handing her the wrapped gifts.
 
Emilee was getting more worried by the second that Mark hasn't texted her back or even shown up yet. It was upsetting since she actually got really happy to see him. Maybe he over slept. Maybe something happened like an emergency. Whatever it was she hoped it wasn't because he forgot or didn't care that it was her birthday, but Stacey calling for presents snapped her out of the though. Well at least her friends were there were her even if Mark didn't show up at least she would have fun with her friends. Emilee took a seat on the couch and even felt a little embarrassed since she wore something simple with her friends wore nightclub dresses and even clothing that could be considered sexy. Hell, Stacey was the most dressed up of them all, but why not right? They were here to have fun and that's what Emilee planned on doing.

The presents were in irregular boxes only adding the mystery of what her friends got her for her birthday. Emilee giggled at Stacey's comment and replied "Depends on what you mean by 'birthday suit'." She teased playfully. "Thanks guys, this is really great. I just wish Mark was here, but I guess it's okay." She shrugged with a smile. When Stacey handed her the first box Emilee unwrapped it to see a unbranded black box, one that was similar to the boxes that clothes were put in. When she opened it, Emilee felt her face grow a bright red with what she saw inside. She didn't realize Stacey literally meant a birthday 'suit'.

Inside were leather clothing that looked like something from a BDSM club. The shirt was only as long as to the naval and if she wore it, her breast would be completely exposed unless she wore something underneath. Down the chest was a leather strap with a metal sliver ring in the center looking like it was designed to keep her exposed breast separated from each other and was completely sleeveless. On top of the shirt were two small wrapped packages of white with black striped, fingerless, gloves and fishnet stockings. Under the shirt was a short leather skirt that would've barely even cover her panties and had a zipper on the side, the only thing keeping it together. In a separate box was a pair of leather boots with thin, almost needle like heels with straps and small metal rings decorating it. Emilee was astonished, don't get her wrong, she liked it, but it was an odd present. "Wow, this is cool, really, but...if you don't mind me asking...why?" She asked with a chuckle.
 
"All will be told in time. But I know how much of a prude you can be. So we got you a corset as well. You know for when we're in public. But that's not all, isn't it ladies?" Stacey said gleefully from the back.

The bondage themed gifts kept coming as they handed her gift bags with ball gags, a paddle with a bow attached to it, a set of floggers, including a whip and a crop, a cock ring and other sexual restraints and toys. It had turned more into a bachelorette party of deviant sexual items as they all giggled with knowing laughter. Stacey's boots echoed against the hard wood floor as she once again exited the room before the gift giving was almost over. The others tried cheering Emilee up that Mark didn't "show." They tried keeping the tone light and playful, before things got dark.

Stacey entered the shed once more patting Mark on the cheek with an evil grin on her lips. She then grabbed a black plastic tarp and tossed it over him, before taking the roll of duct tape and winding it around a few times to the chair. She then began to wheel Mark out with varied resistance from his dragging feet. She gave him a swift kick in the ass in order to get him to cooperate as they almost finished their journey. The last present was handed out before muffled cries filled the room.

"There's one last present for the birthday girl, and as we all know, it's the one thing she's been asking for all day!" Everyone giggled before Stacey continued "And Emilee, you've earned it. But before you see what's inside. Don't you all think she should get dressed?!"

"YESSS!" was mutually shouted among Emilee's peers as they waved their hands in joy.

"Who's got a camera?" asked Stacey playfully before shoving Emilee into the bedroom with her new outfit.
 
Emilee didn't even notice Stacey left with all the girls trying to comfort her about Mark's no show, but when Stacey came back Emilee was shocked to see something rather big wrapped up in a plastic tarp over it. She could've swore she heard a muffled noise coming from it, but Stacey shoved her into her room to change before she could investigate. Although she loved her bondage themed presents and toys she couldn't really see much use of it all without a victim. Well nonetheless Emilee changed into her new outfit feeling exposed, yet sexy in the tight clothing. When she looked at herself in the mirror it was like she was looing at someone else, maybe the dark version of herself. The outfit was nearly skin tight and felt like it was hugging her body tightly.

When Emilee came out she couldn't stop herself from smiling, she shrugged "Well? How does it look?" She asked then giggled. "It's like I'm living my own little fantasy. It's probably a good thing Mark's not here, he would lose his mind if he saw all of this stuff." She giggled clearly obvious to Mark actually being there. "So is it safe to open this last one?" She asked Stacey as a teasing joke.
 
"It's what we've all been waiting for." Stacey said giving Emilee a slap on her cheek, just under the corset.

Mark struggled against the wrapped tarp on top of his bonds. He couldn't see, but he could hear Emilee. Her voice was unmistakable as he moaned her name against the gag. He could hear the clacking of boots drawing nearer with every step. His heart started to race, not knowing what was going to happen next as his breathing became shallow. The leather cuffs held firm against his wrists and ankles keeping them from slithering under the plastic entrapment. The giggles of the room grew louder as he could feel someone unraveling the tape. His toes curled in fearful anticipation as Emilee finally opened her present.

"MMMPH! MMM! MM! EMIPHLREE! HEMLPH!!! MMMM!" he wailed coming face to face with his girlfriend.

Her attire took him for a spin. Her outfit had an edge he wasn't expecting as he looked up and down her scantily clad body. Mark didn't know to whether to be aroused or frighted as he looked on in shock. He was caught at a disadvantage as the women circled around him like preying vultures. He bucked wildly against the chair looking to his girlfriend for mercy. A flash hit his eyes as Stacey snapped a quick photo, fanning the Polaroid until it developed.

"MMM?!"
 
When Emilee started unwrapping the strange gift, the girls seemed to giggle more and more as she uncovered more. Hearing a muffled cry and saw struggling, Emilee quickly realized there was a person under here that obviously didn't like what they were experiencing. The muffled voice sounded familiar then she realized who it might've been. When she pulled the tarp off she couldn't stop herself from smiling ay what she saw.

Mark in a rather tight and BDSM style suit, like hers, obviously too small for him. Emilee had a almost wicked smile seeing him like that was a major turn on for her. "Wow Stacey. I love it. Now I know why Mark didn't show up. He was too busy being my present." She teased him. "It looks like you're trying to let my fantasies come true aren't you?" She giggled at Stacey. Emilee put a finger under his chin to keep him looking up at her and asked "How are you Mark? I hope Stacey didn't treat you too badly." She seemed to be having fun with this domination game, but she would be nice for now, after all this was her boyfriend.
 
He stared at her wide eyed as her index finger made a supporting ring around his chin. Even with her form fitting corset, her breasts seemed to fill out nicely. With his eyes forced on her, the giggling started to suppress as Emilee took control. He tried communicating past the lacy panties stuffed in his mouth, but the tightly packed undergarment left no room for his tongue to move. The silver adhesive was in Emilee's plain sight now, revealing the gift tag message. As he struggled against the handcuffs, the scrunching of his leather gear echoed in the room as Stacey walked over to the stereo.

"How about a little music?" she said, slyly putting on The Cramp's version of "Fever."

"MMRPH!" Mark tried to plead, the duct tape shifting slightly with the movement of his gagged lips.

He felt a bulge begin to form in his underwear. The naked shaft slowly began to harden before it scraped against the metal teeth of the zipper. He hissed in recoil, trying to readjust his penis towards the leather portion of the jockey. He bit down on the lacy garment stuffed in his mouth in order to try and calm his member down. He shut his eyes tightly, trying to think of non-sexual thoughts. Hopefully it would all be over soon. But the whispers and suggestions from the crowd didn't put his mind at ease.
 
Just like Emilee fantasized, she adored seeing Mark struggling from his restraints and gag. She didn't know what was in his mouth that kept his tongue from functioning, but whatever it was it probably belonged to her. Probably one of her laced panties since she told Stacey she loved using panties as a gag, especially if she was wearing them before she put it in his mouth. Emilee giggled reading the gift tag message Stacey had put so he could truly be her present. The sounds of his outfit scrunching as he struggled excited her, something about seeing him so vulnerable to her just really turned her on.

Hearing the music of choice Stacey put on made her smile. "Nice choice." She giggled excitedly mostly because she was gonna get to play with Mark and show him the more...kinky side of her. When Mark made his pleading cry she looked at him and put her index finger on her lips teasingly like she was telling him to be quiet nicely. "This is gonna be fun." She said to him seductively.

Hearing his hiss and seeing his lower body moving awkwardly she looked down at his crotch to see he was having some issues. She looked at his reaction, how his jaw bit down and closed his eyes forcefully. With a smirk she moved to sit on his lap making sure her womanhood pressed down on his member. Right now she just wanted to play with him mentally to see if she can get him hard. She leaned in so her lips were near his ear, she whispered "We're gonna have a lot of fun Mark. I even got some new toys we can play with." She licked part of his ear before nibbling softly on his earlobe, moaning very softly to tease him.
 
Mark's eyes opened when he felt a pressure exert down onto his knees. Emilee had straddled him, her fishnet laced thighs squeezing against his leather chaps as she scooted forward. Her tight corset breasts grazed against his face as her miniskirt drew closer. Before Mark could react, their clothed genitals pressed up against each other, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. His tight harness constricted his breathing as her fingertip caressed his sealed lips. He whimpered slightly as she moved into whisper, nibbling his ear. His penis fully erected when her teeth sunk into his earlobe.

"MMMPH?!" Mark cried when she mentioned toys.

They had been fairly simplistic when it came to their sex up to that point. There was the occasional kink, but nothing this extreme. When Mark scanned the room, he noticed all the open presents she had been given. There were all sorts of torture tools he recognized, and didn't. His fear began to take hold again when the evil glimmer in his girlfriend's eye seemed to suggest things were about to get intense. He tried struggling against the restraints again, but the added weight of Emilee, rendered him defenseless to her whims.

"Mmliee pwese. Nwoo. MMMPH!"
 
Emilee smiled feeling the bulge pressing up against her womanhood, she could feel the metal teeth of the zipper pressing against her as his erection grew. He could probably feel the zipper's teeth on his member and with her weigh on him, it could only worsen it for him. Hearing his muffled cries made her smirk and smile almost wickedly. "Aw, but why not? It's gonna be fun for us, I promise, but the trouble I'm having is: Which one to play with first?" She teased and ran her hands up and down his chest and playing with one of the rings on his outfit. "Hmm maybe the floggers, but the whip could be fun too. Maybe the cock ring...hmm so many choices. Maybe a good paddle could be a good starter after all you're a naughty boy right?" She teased him.
 
It was clear Emilee had planned on having fun with Mark, rather than releasing him. Her laughter at his struggles only infuriated him more as he tried to wiggle free. The zipper started to chafe against his resistance, causing a sharp pinch every now and then. She laid out the choices of his punishment like a waiter reading a menu, each suggestion more frightening than the last. The nature of the party's inhabitants made him uneasy as well. They were so casual about his kidnapping as they all encouraged his girlfriend to go wild.

"MMM! MMMMM! MMM!" he wailed, shaking his head furiously to all her suggestions.
 
Emilee smiled softly and said sweetly "Aw come on, give it a chance. Toys are fun! We love them as kids and we love them as adults." She joked then looked behind herself to see her choices. She hummed trying to choice. "Which one, which one?" She asked herself in a sing song like voice. Emilee's eyes caught one of the floggers and smiled. She got up from Mark's lap and turned to grab the Suede leather one since he was new to this type of play she decided to go easy, but the more they did this type of bondage she'll upgrade it to the Oiled leather flogger. She looked at it in her hands and snapped it, the ribboned tail making soft snaps. "Hmm, this is a good one to start with." She told herself then turned to Mark. She pushed his chair to the center of the room so she could have some space. Luckily the chair he was in had a removable back and his arms will still be trapped behind his back thanks to the handcuffs. After she took the back off she said "Now I wouldn't move too much otherwise you'll end up on the floor. We don't want that do we?" She teased and stayed standing behind him.

She planted her feet firmly on the ground and stood up straight like a proud and regal Queen. She lifted her arm like she was proudly about to strike someone like a parent disciplining their child. She lifted her arm at an angle to get a good snap into his back. She swung her arm strongly letting the tail snap at his kidney area just above his rear. She strike him there again and again, each hit getting faster and hitting the same spot each time.
 
Mark became nervous as Emilee snapped the flog in front of him, each snap of the tails making him wince. After she removed the back of the chair, he naturally leaned forward, trying not to fall back. This exposed his back, making it an easy target for whipping. Without the support behind him, the chain connecting the leather handcuffs and ankles tightened as he pulled forward. He closed his eyes, knowing what was next, the clack of her spiked heels standing firmly behind him. A swoosh of wind caught his attention before a searing pain slashed into his kidneys. His fists balled up into clenched fists and his feet jutted out in an attempt to alleviate the pain as he bit into the panties for relief. The familiar sounds of fever once again played before lightning struck him twice in the same place.

"MMMRRRPH! MMMM! MMMMMPH! MMM!" he cried with each flogging slapping against the taut skin of his athletic frame. The straps of his harness blocked out some of the damage, but her precision kept firm as the tips of the tails collided with their mark.

The torture was starting to affect Mark mentally as his erection wavered. The laughter and cheers of his captors discouraged his participation as he tried to get away. He purposely shifted his body weight to crash into floor in order to remove the obstacle of the bottom half. He was still hogtied, but was able to make a movement like a worm as he tried to slither away. Stacey took another embarrassing photo as he attempted to make a botched escape. He was still at their mercy.
 
Emilee smiled brightly, the sound of the leather hitting his skin and making Mark cry out in protest, it all just seemed so exciting and God did it turn her on. She even felt herself getting wet just from his cries of protest of her whipping him. It was sick that she was so turned on by his pain, but even if she was the one being played with the pain would turn her on too, so either way she was getting enjoyment. Just to think this was the less painful flogger while the other was more painful, but it was just simply delicous to see him like this. She didn't know if he'll enjoy it, hell he might even break up with her afterwards, but nonetheless, it was her birthday and she was just simply celebrating.

Seeing him purposely crash onto the floor and try to inch away like a worm made her giggle. Without a warning she dropped the flogger and went straight for the paddle. While he tried to inch away she readied to swing the paddle like a baseball player getting ready to bat. Once his rear lifted up a little as he inched away, she swung the paddle and hit him straight in his ass. "Now, now. That's a bad boy." She teased and swung the paddle again.
 
"MMMMMRPH!" was the only thing Mark could let out as the paddle whacked into his rear end.

What made it worse was the fact that it tapped his testicles, causing him to convulse violently with pain. He curled up into a fetal position in order to try and recuperate from sharp ache of his genitals. This unfortunately put him in the position of his ass raised for a second helping. His face dug into the hard wood floor, his cheek bone trying to drag against it's surface to take his mind off the tenderness. He couldn't believe how savage his girlfriend had become upon the sight of seeing him bound and gagged. He had to try and reason with her. He moaned loudly as he took another whack from the wooden paddle. He finally managed to remove the tape by rubbing it against the floor. He struggled with spitting out the tightly packed panties, but after a couple of tries they eventually fell out.

"Emilee! What the hell are you doing?! I didn't agree to this! You're psycho bitch friend kidnapped me. Untie me right now, please!" he said curling up further into a ball from the beating he had received. The girls booed him, and shouted suggestions of what to do next.
 
Emilee felt bad that she hit him in his testicles and the way he curled up didn't help either, might've even made her feel worse. She didn't hit him again after the second time, but his loud moan almost drove her insane. It was unbelievable how much she could change from just seeing him like this. Emilee was surprised that he managed to get his duck tape off his mouth and got her panties out of his mouth. Hearing his words did upset her mostly disappointed really. She was just starting to have fun, but she dropped the paddle and helped Mark sit up.

"Mark I didn't know you didn't want this. I thought you were just a good actor, but Mark...this is my fantasy. I wanted this to happen and I was too scared to tell you, because I'd thought you'd hate me for liking this kind of stuff. Listen I'm sorry if I hurt you. I'll make it up to you later." She sighed disappointedly and waited to hear what he had to say. She didn't want to hurt him too badly, but she couldn't help, but love this. Even if it was her birthday she wasn't going to risk her relationship with him with her dark fetishes.
 
"Nice try, Mark! But we all know he set this up, didn't he girls?!" Stacey exclaimed out loud to everyone's agreement. "I even have the text right here."

She pulled out her cellphone with a text that that said: "Thanks a bunch for your help Stacey. Emilee's going to love what we have planned for her!"

Mark was flabbergasted at her cunning attempt to trick Emilee. The evidence seemed to suggest Mark was the mastermind behind all of this. It became hard for him to think of any compelling evidence to suggest otherwise, especially with his mind racing about a hundred other things. The breather thankfully gave him some time for his tenderness to subside. His mind started to draw a blank as Emilee comforted him momentarily. He had to choose his next words carefully, if he was going to get out of this mess.

"Emilee, listen. Get me out of these cuffs, my plan was supposed to be different then this. If you'll look at my phone, I asked Stacey to help with--" Mark tried to say before being interrupted.

"To help with making you feel more in charge. Emilee, it was supposed to be you that bound and gagged him, but I took the liberties of wrapping him up because I forgot to get you a gift. So how about you have some real fun?!" Stacey slyly said handing Emily the dropped panties and a roll of duct tape, the other women cheering her on.
 
Emilee didn't know what to think. Stacey said one thing while Mark said another, but Stacey had more evidence to prove to her that Mark was behind all of this. Maybe it was the cheering the girls made to encourage her. Maybe it was her dark desire getting too strong, but after looking at the dropped panties and duct tape then back at Mark. She sighed, "Mark, open up." She said then forced his mouth to stay open as she pushed her panties back in his mouth then covered his mouth with a new strip of duct tape. "Mark, I want this and besides it's only one time. If you didn't plan this then I'll never do this again to you, but if you did, thank you." She smiled. She turned around for a second to grab the cock ring behind her then smiled. "You might like this actually." She smiled holding up the cock ring.

Using the fact he was sitting up to her advantage she slowly unzipped the zipper to the leather crotch piece letting his semi hard cock free. She needed him to be hard. She looked at him with lustful eyes as her hand moved over to his cock. Her fingertips ran over his length slowly until she reached his base, then she gripped his base and started to stroke his entire length, fast and firmly.
 
"Stacey's a-MMMPH!" Mark tried to get out before Emilee's slender fingers packed the panties into his mouth.

The lacy undergarment depressed his tongue until Emilee's thumb pushed them into a fit snug, making sure her palm kept them in place as she grabbed for the roll of duct tape. Mark protested as her teeth cut into the silver adhesive, breaking off a strip long enough to stretch from cheek to cheek. He panicked as she pressed hard against the gag, making a slight imprint of his lips of the strip. He cursed through the gag when Stacey's plan came into fruition that it was Mark's idea to tie him up. He felt Emilee's obsession with her bound lover was starting to cloud her judgement, but he would have to wait out what horrors that awaited him, to get another chance to convince her otherwise.

"You might like this actually." were words that shook Mark's core as Emilee pulled out a device he was unfamiliar with.

It was ring with a locking mechanism of some sort. It worried him as he deduced that it at least was meant for his genitals. They were already sensitive enough after Emilee's misfire, but purposefully torturing them scared him. The room grew quiet as she unzipped the front of his leather underwear. Her fingers eventually found their way to his member and cradled it, the suction of her fingerless gloves pumping his shaft like a broken condom. He wanted to scream and run, but the fiery passion of girlfriend's eyes froze him like prey to a maneater. Her rough touch once again forced him into a full erection.

"Mmmph?" Mark said surprised at how quick she had aroused him, his fear of the device in her hands, looming in the back of his mind.
 
Once Mark was hard enough, Emilee smiled devilishly as she used the leather cock ring device with to straps for his balls while the center was for his actual cock. The main strap had a belt like feature for it the user wanted to tighten it, which she sure was going to use. Emilee slipped the cock ring onto his cock until it reached his base. She squeezed his balls to fit them into the two strapps to squeeze them. She tightened it so his balls would be squeezed, but so is his cock so it would vbe impossible for him to ejaculate and help keep his erection for a longer time. Emilee smiled softly and asked "How does that feel? Does it feel good?" She asked him like she was toying with his mind.

While he reacted to the device on him Emilee stood up on her legs and slowly unzipped the single zipper holding her skirt closed, letting it fall down and off of her. Her panties were black and laced, very thin. She slowly pulled dowm her panties to show her bare and soaking wet pussy. She leaned in closer to him while her foot moved behind her searching for a surprise for him. "I bet you want to feel me ride that hard cock of yours. Deep and hard in and out of my pussy. You want that don't you?" She asked in al low and seductive voice
 
At this point, Mark's fully erect member was throbbing as Emilee's gloved fingers manhandled his equipment. It popped out of the underwear by now, where she was able to secure a firm grip on the shaft and slide the tight ring over it. At this point, he was just thankful he wasn't allergic to leather, as she toyed with yet another device, squeezing his testicles in the restricting contraption. The slight pinches of the rough hide against his sensitive genitals made him wiggle with sharp yelps as he kept as still as possible, trying to not let her further damage his goods. After the ring was secure, the pressure of wanting to ejaculate was still there, but the flutters of his cock as they sprang forward produced nothing but an ache in his scrotum.

"MMM! MWUT WID WOO DO?!" he questioned, trying to adjust his genitals into a more comfortable position.

Mark moaned with a mixture of pleasure and torment as Emilee removed her skirt. Her creamy thighs were highlighted by the black lacy panties she had worn. He sighed heavily as they shimmied down her long luscious legs, fighting against every inch of her fishnets on the journey down until they eventually stopped at her boots. She kicked the sopping wet panties as his face, as it grazed his cheek before falling on the floor.

"I bet you want to feel me ride that hard cock of yours. Deep and hard in and out of my pussy. You want that don't you?"

"MMMRPH! MMMR! NWOO! MMMPH!" he begged from underneath the gag, as the drenched panties sealed in his mouth began to further limit his speech. He failed to notice one of her boots had been slinking behind her to seek something out.
 
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