Humbled, Part 9
In the morning, Switch untied my hands and moved them up to the headboard, retying them there as I groggily tried to process what was going on as I woke. He rolled me fully onto my stomach and gave my rear a rough spank. “Ass up, now.” I groaned and shifted, sticking my ass into the air.
He untied my legs and shifted my knees apart until I was spread out. He tied my legs to the sides of the bed frame to ensure I wouldn’t move from this position. I could feel the cool air teasing over my cunt, it was still a little wet. He didn’t remove the blindfold.
“When do you have to go to work?” he asked.
I groaned, “noon. What time is it?”
“Seven thirty,” he replied and traced a finger over my slit.
I moaned and shivered at his touch, “why so early?”
“Because I want to be sure I’ve made you suffer before you have to go,” he said and pinched my clit. I gasped and squirmed around as he continued. “I figure you’ll need to shower, so three hours should be sufficient."
My eyes widened behind the blindfold, "come on, no…just…you don’t want to. Why don’t we just…” He had shoved something into my mouth, pushing it past my teeth. What I deduced was the masking tape he had used to hold my fingers into my hands went over it, sealing my lips shut.
“If you would’ve just been better last night, I wouldn’t have to do all this to you, baby,” Switch replied. He held my ass apart, spat obscenely a few times into my hole before pushing his thumb in. I bucked against him and he laughed. “You could’ve just cum this morning, but I told you, you’re just a fucktoy now. And I’m going to take my time having fun with you.”