PTA Predicament Part Two - Securing Her Position through Submission: Portia Agonizes and Cums in a Suspended Ultra-Strict Hogtie after Begging Mr. Michaels to Fuck Her and Getting Her Wish as His Wet and Moaning Cock Holster with Portia Everly
Ms. Everly swayed in her aching, pendulous predicament in a slow and helpless arc spinning through the air. Long, glistening strands of drool spilled freely past the bit gag strapped tight between her teeth, trailing from her glistening chin in sticky, shimmering threads that marked the receiving of her mouth as his. The gentle swing only deepened the sting of her strict bondage, every movement reminding her how thoroughly she had been claimed by his ropes.

She murmured her thanks to Mr. Michaels as he stepped away, her words reduced to eager and garbled sounds, gag-talk confessions of excitement, devotion and discomfort. Left suspended in her tight, humbling hogtie, she dangled in naked vulnerability, her skin still flushed, her face glowing with the aftershocks of a deep, uncontrollable orgasm he had drawn from her moments before.

Her plan had worked. Offering herself, her obedience, her willingness for tight captivity, had earned his full attention. But his plan had worked just as perfectly. He knew her hunger to offer her holes as intimately as she knew his love of strict, unyielding bondage. She had stepped willingly into his unrelenting ropes, and he had claimed her completely, her holes and all, without hesitation.

After the basement restraint, her place on the board felt more secure, though the competition remained stiff. So was he. Rock hard, his body pressed firmly onto hers with his cock fully inside of her wet and freely given pussy as she moaned his name and begged for more with a voice breaking with need.

Her tightly bound breasts trembled with each movement, her welded elbows still crushed tightly together behind her back as an aching reminder of how she had offered herself to him. His hands dug into her hip and shoulder, steady and possessive, using her freely given hole exactly as she offered, exactly as he demanded. She groaned as he accepted her offering, surrendering herself completely to the moment and his desires.

When she felt him tense and finally release into her, she smiled as she felt him fill her, knowing they had both taken exactly what they wanted from one another.

Now in his garage, she sat waiting in only high heels, her elbows once again crushed together by tight rope, her posture open in its restraint. She tilted her head slightly and asked, softly but boldly, what he intended to do with her now, her tone carrying both challenge and invitation. "You've already fucked me. What else can I do to prove I'm board material?"

He answered without words. Rope wrapped her further, precise and unyielding, drawing her into an ultra-strict hogtie that stole her movement and her freedom breathe in equal measure. He placed the vibrator exactly where it would undo her, against her pussy. An involuntary groan left her lips, her body responding eagerly to his vibrating guidance. She groaned in agony. She moaned in ecstasy. And she came for him with a loud and agonizing orgasm.

Then the sound of the hoist filled the space. He lifted her high, suspending her in the air with the magic wand still in place, leaving her to sway slowly for him. She turned gently, helpless and exposed, an ornament made for his gaze, a toy offered willingly for his enjoyment.

Ms. Everly was proving her value, not to the board, but to him. She wanted on the board, but she wanted Mr. Michaels more. She'd do a lot for that seat. But had learned she'd do anything for him.