Finally, I relented and stepped back into his face, hand reaching behind me to grab his hair and pulling his tongue into my arsehole. I moved my hips a little as he moved his tongue frantically trying to fulfil my commands to go slower or faster.
Eventually I pulled away and turned to face him. His face was a mixture of fear and uncertainty. My pussy had never felt so wet.
I walked behind him, heels clicking on the hard ground and unhooked his hands from the ceiling and his balls from the ground. Then I tied him flat on the floor.
I pulled my dread up above my hips and stood above him, feet either side of his head.
"You ready to please me slave?"