The Ring in the Floor 

The Head Clamp 

  Ah yes, the head clamp. One of her favorite toys, tools, bits of furniture, instrument of discipline. It had many uses. Or was a prelude to many uses. 

  Her new slave was introduced to it when he became unruly with her dildo, held between his teeth, as she used it to pleasure herself, and to tease and smother him, drench him with her juices. He got into the bad habit of trying to twist his head side to side, to avoid the mouthful of her that poured forth every time she came. 

  One day she saw the clamp, and ordered it. And when it came in, had him lie back, head into it. tightened the clamps that held his head fixed, and lowered the top that framed his face. then sat on it, and squirmed on it, juiced it up proper and when he gasped for air, had him lick her. Properly, thoroughly, deeply, til she almost came. Then shifted her position, so she had his nose on her clit and his mouth on her ass hole, and had him lick again, while she amused her self by bringing herself close, again and again on his nose. 

  And when he probed her ass most deeply, she snuggled down on him til he could not breath, but breath of her, and his struggling for air, the knowledge that his life was hers, made her cum like she had never climaxed before. It almost scared her. Almost. But it did make her hot, and horny to think of. So she did it again. 

  The next time, she clamped him in, she forced the dildo between his opened thirsty lips. Surprise my little squirmy seat. I want something deep in me today, she said. As she carefully squatted over him, and slid the silicone lover between her lower lips, til she could feel her slaves lips on her lips and the lewd dildo, ridged and red, filled her...Godd that's good she said to her self as she slowly pulled up and slid down it. Prolonging the inner thrills of pleasure that shot from all parts of her pussy to her ass, her breasts, the back of her neck, the small of her back. She forgot herself and sat heavily for a moment, till she heard little yelps of distress from her human seat cushion. She let him breath, then brutally thrust the dildo deep inside her, heedless of the widened eyes below her. As she came and came. 

  I wonder how it would feel to have the dildo up my ass she thought, and that nice nub of a nose tickling my cunt. mmmm, will have to try that next she promised herself. A seat cushion would not mind the taste of some ass juice after all. 

  And i wonder how my lovely seat cushion would enjoy having its mouth fucked, deeply. A game, how deep how long, with points for both. 1 to 8 for depth x seconds its down = score. Could be a nice training aid. i do want him ready and available to give some nice head to my gay guests at the next party. I know that almost anybody can go without a breath for 60 seconds, x two or three inches, should not be a problem. Max score, 8 x 60 = 480 points for a deep throat for a minute. I bet his throat would be clamping down on the dildo like my pussy does on it, when i clench and climax. Ahh well

another game to play some time. 

  And then there are the possibilities with funnels--into a mouth hole that cant move. Who says i need to go all the way upstairs when i have to pee. I may have to make this dungeon more comfortable, tv and books and hot tea, along with a human couch cushion to use. mmmm. What a good get this head clamp was. 

  She smiled, and licked her lips with anticipation.

i was at the grocery store this weekend and heard the checker ask this guy whether he wanted paper or plastic.  The guy answered, It doesn't mattter, I am bisackual.

Very nice to enjoy some summer.  at least a week or two of it.  i hope people are finding jobs, or holding onto them.  i am very worried about what the economic future holds for this country.  Worry gets in the way of play!