Not So Different, yet as Different as Can Possibly Be

14-Home for the Holidays

"Hands behind your back, kitty," Gnella told him in a seductive tone. "Momma's gonna have fun one way or another."

He pit his hands behind his back and felt a pair of fuzzy handcuffs on his wrist. He hadn't brought those, had she brought them? He felt her spread his legs and attach spreader bars to his ankles and just below his knees. He then heard a click, and judging from where the tension on his wrists were pulling, she had chained the center of the handcuffs to the middle of the ankle spreader.

Looks like she had been just as prepared as he had.

Stepping back to admire her handiwork, Gnella put down the plastic butter knife, walked over to Yndethel's side, and whispered in his ears "you've been a bad kitty, you should have let momma play with you. Now she has to make you play."

She put her hands under his stomach and turned him over onto his bum, the bent tail forcing the plug in a bit farther. She lifted the front of the dress and used two hair pins to attach it to the neck hole. She looked down at the panties and read the word "boi toy" written in a white barbie font.

She grabbed the waistband and watched him try to squirm away as she brought it down and then up his legs. She giggled when she saw the pink ribbon tied around the head of his penis with a neat little bow on it. He went all out it seems.

She then undid her belt and removed her pants letting them slide to the floor before pulling off her shirt. She unclipped her bra and watched his eyes get wider.

Her breasts were small, on the smaller side of B cups at best, and her very dark areaolas seemed a tad too big for them. They were less firm than most, and they were slightly uneven. Yndethel thought they were the sexiest they could possibly be.

She then pulled down and stepped out of her sopping wet panties leaving her in nothing but a pair of very fuzzy socks. She sat down in front of him, and put her feet through the spreader bars.

Yndethel moaned through the gag again as he felt her give him a foot job with the fuzzy socks. His eyes were locked on her body, her chubby bottom-heavy figure was intoxicating, and her green skin was dotted with moles and other spots in random areas. She had always been self conscious about those. He had always likened them to stars scattered across the night sky.

She kept rubbing his hard on with her feet, moving them in and out of tandem as she saw fit. She knew he was close, and so she gently pressed her right foot against his scrote, and her left foot rubbed the top of his erection's head.

She heard him pant and whimper and release other, less identifiable sounds. Then, at the last minute, she removed her feet from him entirely. She heard him cry out in denial. Half a second later and he would have gotten a ruined orgasm.

"Now, now," she told him, "no crying, kitty. You know the rules; momma always comes first." With that, she repositioned him so that his head was laying on the couch face up while he sat in front of it. She took off the mask and unclipped the gag. "Now, let's take these off for a bit, so my kitty can use his tongue to kiss momma, in momma's favorite way."

She stood on the couch and squatted onto his face. She looked down into his eyes and bit her lower lip as he got to work. She loved eye contact while recieving oral. It made it so much hotter.

Yndethel decided to start with a favorite of her's. He placed his tongue in the middle and gave a single slow lick down. Then, he worked his way up with a series of fast short licks until he was ever so slightly higher than where he started. Then, once again, a single slow lick down. Every time he went up he would get higher and higher.