"Tut-tut, that's not a good girl" I say with a slightly twisted smile, pulling at the stretched strands of hair on the left of your head. No position to argue, I think, and right now I am not feeling very womanly myself. My thing is throbbing. "You know what thish ish, don't you?" I tease her, "it knows how to give girls pleasure."
You stare back, eyes wide but cold: "No! No, I''m not gonna do it."
"If you want those chains removed, I think you will" I reply. I step out of the skirt and hang it on one of the steel bars for towels, which is empty at present. My legs encased in dark, silky hose press close to your chest. One hand pressing your cheek and the side of your chin, I guide my hard cock close to your mouth.
"Taste it for yourself, pretty girl". You stare up mutely, shaking your head. A streak of irritation runs through me, and I put my hand close to your mouth and force it wide.
"N-no! NO!" you call out, but the music outside is too loud for anytone to hear, and I push my cock into your hole, rapidly filling the front of your mouth: "Lick it well, li'l girl!"