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Not Quite A White Knight Book 1Chapter 14: Goggles And The Horse free porn video
I told Gracie I had a nice surprise for her extreme hotness; after moving some furniture she was to put on the bag but not tape it. When she was ready I came in wearing a full face mask and what I called my KKK gown (really they are just a baggy old white haz-mat outfit) to conceal my body height and weight. When I was ready I explained what I was going to do. I told her to close her eyes and keep them closed. I removed the bag and fitted her with the modified diving goggles I had bought. The lens were pitch black and the valves were glued open. Once they were fitted I applied the superglue and bingo, no slippage possible.
Gracie could open her eyes.
I explained that for the next 48 hours she was going to be blind, so I would feed her and help her with things. She could shower and sleep, the glue was medical and intended for such things. She had been here long enough to know her way around, including the bathroom. When time was up the goggles would come off and she was back in the bag.
Next I explained that if I let her go, I expected her to tell somebody about what happened - all she knew. Expecting anybody to keep such a secret was foolish. I said it was up to her, but that she might as well be honest and forthcoming, starting with a lawyer she could trust. We both knew who I meant. It was my job to make sure she could not harm me in that telling.
However, whoever she told, she had to keep the goggles as a secret. (Actually, the issue was the tricked-out glue. I did not say to keep the glue a secret, it would come out only as a follow up if the goggles were mentioned.) That included the cops, any PI, her lawyer, and, “especially Mark.” She had to say she was always in the bag when I was with her. I said it was a trigger, if she told anybody I would find out and I would be forced to regret letting her go. I would not like that. She would like it less. “It is something I have to do ... it is my nature,” I explained. She understood.
“Why would you want to go this route?” she asked pointing at the glasses, asking about the time I would have to devote to her. “It will require more of your time and attention, including things that are kind of menial and not much fun,” she asked. “You are clearly rich and powerful, it seems inconsistent.”
Well, there was only one answer to that question.
She was now blind so I took off my mask and haz-mat outfit, took her in my arms, and kissed her long, deep and very passionately. For a long time. She caught on fast and was very good at kissing back. She was a wet dream to hold in my arms naked, and once she caught on she responded like it was a very naughty dream for her. I do not believe she was insincere in that kiss, or any caress, all of which felt real. After about five minutes I let her go and said, a little bit breathless, “I have things I want. I take them. The goggles were part of this heist. Does that answer your question?”
“Wow!” was her response. “Does this mean after...”
I cut her off. “It means I wanted to kiss you, my lips on yours. I knew I would enjoy it, so I was greedy like a child for that kiss. I made a choice and did a work-around to get it because I could. It is another part of sex to me, a part of your body that was denied to me. No more than that. Do not get your hopes up, it says nothing about when or how you leave.”
“If you say so.” Maybe she could read kisses. But since I am a psychopath - according to three now-dead expert doctors - I was sure there was nothing to read. I reminded her of that.
Then I said it was time for more play with the fun furniture downstairs. “Time to ride the horse.”
“I am not big on large animals,” she said. Silly girl.
“You have not tried my horse.”
My third big item of sex-furniture is called the “sex-horse” and it looks somewhat like the traditional saw-horse that carpenters use. There is a central beam, and at each end there was two legs set at an angle, forming an inverted “V.” In this case there were some obvious differences between my sex-horse and the traditional saw-horse. First, a saw-horse is usually unfinished 2x4s, where my sex-horse was polished wood and shining steel. Second, my sex-horse was much bigger, the adjustable legs placed the central beam about 4 feet off the ground plus the central beam itself was over 6 feet long and was two feet wide instead of two inches for the center one-third of it’s length. Third, the legs on the ‘sex end’ were drilled for foot rests. Four, at the juncture of the legs and the central beam, on the very end of the ‘sex end’ mounted at an angle, there was a socket holding a positioning toy that looked like a unholy mating of a ‘ball’ butt plug and a chrome ball trailer hitch for a car, only it was rather smaller than a real ball trailer hitch. It was set on an angle that could be adjusted. There were a number of toys that fit that socket, some very realistic and some abstract, intended to make riding the horse more fun for somebody. I could also fit a wand-type vibrator to the toys.
The angle of the legs, in and out, could be adjusted as needed. There were two other pieces of the arrangement, 1) a large stable platform or false floor that was at the ‘sex end’ which could be adjusted to accommodate the height needed by a person standing on it, and 2) an overhead powered winch arrangement, with a handle (like some hospital beds) to hang on to for mounting or dismounting the horse, and to help balance in between, when the fun was happening.
A woman was lifted up by holding on to (or being attached to) the handle for the overhead winch. She was then lowered onto the ‘sex end’ of the horse, with her feet going to the foot rests. If she was positioned facing the central beam, with the toy in her pussy, somebody standing at the end of the sex-horse could fuck her ass. Alternatively, if she faced the ‘sex end’ of the horse and took the toy in her ass, a person standing there could use her pussy. (That was my plan.) Either way it was something like a DP for the woman, but without having to serve refreshments to the guest cocks. If desired a woman could be mounted on the toy and left alone, perhaps with the vibrator working, or she could be handled and molested by any number of friendly folks. The wider section of the central beam meant she could lay down on the horse, face up or face down as desired, for play. I imagine that a man could be mounted on the toy also, if one was so inclined. Because of the remote controls, it could also be used by a guy or girl on their own. It was very flexible.
I did not bore Gracie with choices. I picked out a small hard rubber anal fitting which would work for her, not too big but enough to grip and work with. I lubed her butthole with quality lube, then had her put on dowel gloves like gymnasts use on the high bar, only on these the grip locked her grasp to the winch handle. I used the winch to raise her a few inches so I could place her facing the ‘sex end’ of the horse, settling her with the anal plug inside her lovely butt.
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