My Taboo Harem!

Chapter 431: Restrained: Amber Explorers (r-18)

Phei set the massive black dildo down on the edge of the glass table with a heavy thunk.

He didn’t give it to her.

Instead, he turned to the open black case and lifted out the full set of glossy red leather toys, letting each piece catch the light so the camera could see every buckle and rivet in razor-sharp detail.

First, the thick red collar. Wide, padded inside with soft white fur, studded with silver spikes on the outside, a heavy D-ring at the front.

He wrapped it around her slender throat, buckling it snug—not choking, but tight enough that she felt every swallow, the leather pressing just enough to make her pulse jump visibly under the skin.

The moment the collar cinched, Amber’s pussy clenched hard—a loud, wet squelch as her walls spasmed, a fresh gush of slick pulsed out and ran straight down her crack, coating her asshole in a shiny layer that made the tight pink ring wink and clench visibly for the lens, the puckered hole twitching like it was begging for attention.

“Good girl,” he growled, clipping the matching red leather leash to the D-ring. “Now the camera gets to watch you wear my collar like the owned little maid slut you are.”

He gave the leash a slow, testing tug.

Her head lifted, back arching violently, tits bouncing heavily, nipples stiff and dark, the black maid bow long gone.

Her hips rolled up instantly—ass cheeks rippling and jiggling with every desperate lift, cheeks spreading wide so the camera caught the obscene sight of her virgin pussy lips parted wide, clit throbbing fat and red, a thick string of arousal stretching from her fluttering hole down to the growing puddle under her jiggling ass, the wet schlick-schlick of her slick dripping audible on the mic.

“Nngh—haaaah—!” The moan tore out… needy even, thighs trembling so hard her knees knocked together before he kicked them wide again.

Next came the wrist cuffs—thick red leather lined with fur, buckles gleaming.

He pulled her arms above her head and locked them to the metal loop hidden under the glass table edge, stretching her out like an offering. The position made her full tits thrust upward, nipples stiff and dark, the black maid bow long gone.

Her golden-blonde hair fanned across the glass, headband askew.

Amber whimpered—high, broken, “P-please—touch me—!”—as her hips lifted clean off the table again, ass bouncing, cheeks spreading so the camera caught the obscene sight of her virgin pussy lips parted wide, clit throbbing fat and red, a thick string of arousal stretching down to the growing puddle under her jiggling ass, the wet drip-drip-drip loud in the mic.

Phei ignored the plea.

He moved to her ankles, locking the matching red ankle cuffs on, then clipped short chains to the table legs, spreading her legs brutally wide until the stretch burned in her inner thighs and her soaked black thong—still yanked aside—framed her dripping cunt perfectly for the red light.

Her body reacted instantly. “Ahh—fuck—too wide—!” she cried, but her hips kept rolling, lifting, chasing, ass rippling with every denied thrust into nothing.

Slick poured out in slow, glossy rivulets, coating her puffy lips, dripping over her clit, sliding down her perineum to pool around her winking asshole, the tight ring clenching and unclenching visibly with every desperate buck.

He picked up the red blindfold next—soft leather, padded, buckled tight over her eyes. The world went black for her.

The second the blindfold sealed, her breathing turned into short, panicked moans.

“Hnnngh—I can’t see—please—!” Her entire body jerked, tits bouncing wildly, ass lifting higher, cheeks clapping softly together as she tried to chase the toy she could no longer see.

Another hot squirt of slick shot out—messy, forceful—splattering her own lower belly and the glass with a wet splat, the puddle under her ass growing louder with every desperate lift.

Phei’s voice stayed low, commanding. “Eyes on the camera even when you can’t see it, degraded little fucktoy. Feel everything. Perform for it.”

He dragged the heavy red ball gag across her lips. The fat red rubber ball pressed in; she opened wide on instinct, letting him buckle it behind her head.

The gag stretched her jaw, forcing her tongue down, turning her next moan into a muffled, drooling “Mmmph—mmph—!”

Drool already spilled from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin onto her heaving tits in thick, shiny trails.

Now fully restrained—collar and leash, wrists and ankles cuffed and spread, blindfolded, gagged—Amber was a trembling, leaking mess.

Her hips never stopped moving: slow, tortured rolls that lifted her ass clean off the glass, cheeks jiggling and rippling, the big white satin bow at her lower back soaked dark with her own slick.

Every denied lift made her virgin pussy flutter visibly, inner walls rippling, clit jumping, fresh strands of arousal stretching and snapping with wet schlick sounds the mic caught perfectly.

Phei finally picked the big black dildo back up. He dragged the blunt, flared head slowly up the inside of her left thigh—teasing, hot silicone against quivering skin—then down the right, never touching her cunt.

Her whole body convulsed. “Mmmph—mmph—please—!” The gagged cries were loud, desperate, drool bubbling as her ass bounced harder, trying to chase the toy, cheeks spreading wide, asshole winking and clenching in time with her empty pussy.

He let the thick head rest against her swollen clit—just the tip, no pressure—and held it there.

Amber’s hips shot upward instantly, trying to grind, trying to take even that much, but he pulled it back the exact inch she chased.

“Nnnngh—haaaah—!“ Her muffled scream was pure tortured need, thighs shaking violently, another forceful squirt jetting out and splashing against the underside of the hovering dildo before dripping down her crack in thick, glossy rivers.

He did it again. And again. Five, six, seven times—pressing the fat head to her clit for one heartbeat, letting her feel the girth, then snatching it away the moment her hips lifted to grind.

Each denial made her louder, wetter, more frantic. Her ass cheeks jiggled nonstop now, rippling with every desperate buck, the leash tugging lightly against her collar as her head thrashed, drool running in shiny trails over her bouncing tits.

Phei picked up the red flogger next—long, soft leather falls, heavy handle. He dragged the tails slowly over her spread inner thighs, then up across her mound, letting the leather kiss her swollen clit.

Her reaction was immediate: back arching hard, “Mmmph—fuuuuck—!“—hips slamming upward so violently her ass left the table completely, cheeks spreading wide, pussy lipsparting with a wet pop as a thick rope of slick stretched from her hole to the glass and broke.

He gave her three light, teasing strikes—thwip-thwip-thwip—right on her puffy pussy mound, just enough to sting and make her clit throb harder.

Each one pulled a fresh, loud, gagged wail from her and another messy gush of slick that soaked her asshole and the glass beneath her jiggling cheeks.

The training was perfect. Slow. Cruel. Relentless.

He set the flogger aside, picked the massive black dildo up again, and hovered it once more—half an inch above her leaking, fluttering entrance—watching her hips lift, chase, beg, and get denied over and over while the red light recorded every single dripping, whimpering, ass-jiggling second.

This was only part one.

She still hadn’t earned a single inch inside her yet.