"Did I ever tell you, you look fucking delicious right now."

And she did. My cock was rigid as I walked around her taking in the view from all angles. Her long slender arms were held out to the sides and up high and an immediate thought was that she was like a bird in flight. Those arms just cradled in loose sling like cuffs that were suspended at precisely the right height from above by small gauge chains. Two of the cradle like cuffs, the ones at her wrists and elbows were full leather cuffs and were locked on. But overall, she could kind of flap around if she got into a panic. But she didn't panic - yet another thing I liked about Petra - she didn't panic and always seemed like the epitome of calmness, even when being shown through the door of something she didn't know about, had never been about and something about which some terrors were held inside of her. She was face down over a moulded latex and leather 'saddle'. It wasn't like an actual saddle and yet, it seemed organically and perfectly suited for purpose. The roll of the latex and leather a natural into her tummy and torso - and with very little effort it made sure her back was concavely arched and dipped so that her ass was higher, and thrust out and back. In addition, that moulded piece of leather and latex kind of 'invited' her thighs to be spread wide so that her most intimate holes could be seen - looked at and sampled at any time. That fact that as I walked around her, those two holes were dripping some was just a matter of fact. A delicious matter of fact but one none the less. At five feet six and one two three pounds, Petra wasn't unmanageable at all. Yes she was tall, but not too tall. Although those red soled Loubiton fuck-me-pumps had boosted her height and I made sure she kept those on throughout. But they didn't add anything to her in what was largely a horizontal position. It was just that, what the hell, I couldn't help from time to time getting behind her, and giving those spiked heels my own style of fellatio. Just a little thing I had - about slipping a girls heel into my mouth with her still wearing them. Besides, I loved the arch of a woman's feet into severe stiletto - kind of the way it should be and all that. And if I was sucking a heel at the time, it meant I could feel and hold and stroke that arched foot at the same time. Admittedly, Petra let out some warm wet whimpers as I had done that the first time because once again she was entering into unchartered territory. But, I had reassured her, stroked her foot and her leg and at the same time put a little more effort into the reach and flicked her clitoris with the pad of one of my forefingers. That little flick of her bean seemed to take away any trepidation she might have been feeling and brought her focus back to the matters in hand.

Petra's long legs were doubled up, kind of soft held that way with more loose slings around her thighs and ankles. In effect her ankles were attached to her thighs, but loosely and not in a way that might cause any consternation or undue stress - and those doubled up legs were then spread nice and wide. It would have been the spread of her legs that Petra would have been more conscious of. Like the curve of her spine and then the thrust back of her ass. Between those cheeks, a dilated and somewhat pulsating asshole. The raised anal ring wet, oiled and dripping from the deposits that had been slipped up inside her - but also it was dilating - opening and closing, opening and closing as though it was chewing the air, or looking for something to fill it. I tilted my head to look at that sight more than once - taking it in and more than sure that Petra was feeling my eyes over her in this way. And then there was her cunt - delicious. Labia slightly distended and more red than normal. Petra had been very aroused for weeks so she had to take some of the blame for the state of her sexuality. It was red, it was more than a little swollen but it was also extremely needy and dripping on a constant basis. Of course, I too had to take some of the responsibility and being that the pearl of this woman's femininity was my focus well... She looked like a work of art. More to the point she was not a stressed work of art she was simply a focused one. By this time she had had the guided tour and it had been made more than clear that she wasn't keen on the bowels of the building - or the basement to give it a more socially acceptable title. I liked the way she didn't want to disappoint me - like she wanted to please me. Not at all costs - but in a way that said that she was willing to try anything at least once. I know though she wouldn't have wanted to try that cage cell thing - or even go down there again.

Of course she wasn't aware of all the delights in that basement - but well maybe another time. Maybe another time I could play her, like an instrument. By that I mean, I like to get sounds and noises out of girls and it was always interesting to say the least, the amount of sounds and the different quality, and volume of sounds that were available from any one 'instrument'. I had a feeling, actually more than a feeling that Petra would be a delightful instrument to work on and to enjoy. But I had to be patient. I had to bide my time and take it, and her slowly. I circled her again stroking my rigid cock. I stopped in front of her and quite openly, in a quite blasé way masturbated myself in front of her. I wanted her to know that I was enjoying her. I wanted her to know that my cock was rigid, hard and dripping big drools of pre-cum because of her. I wanted her to know that she was pleasing me in this way. With the ways she was held, and slung and moulded into that ever ready shape, her head was more or less left to its own devices. It wasn't left like that by accident. Petra could hold her head up, or she could let it flop forward for a rest, or out of exhaustion. Or if for instance she was a little bit embarrassed, or humiliated by what was being done to her - or with her. Like she had given it all up for me, and this would hit home from time to time as I slipped in and out of her with impunity. So she could drop her head, and just look at the whitewashed stone floor of that room. Here she was not in an enclosed space at all rather she was in the centre of a large, fully equipped room. Indeed she was the centre of attention. And so there would be no need for that claustrophobia to rear its head. She was in a large open space - flying like a bird - and with all orifices available for use. My use. I liked it when she flopped her head down - it meant that her thick, dark brown hair cascaded and hung around her face - like she was coy, or shy or something. I liked it when she did that right at the time that I sunk my cock back up to its hilt into her cunt and ass. I could just reach forward a little, take some of that hair and tug it a bit. Just bring her head up so that she was looking directly ahead and into the full wall mirror that was there for this very purpose. Super clean, super hi resolution mirror that seemed to magnify what was reflected in it. At first Petra had been a little bit 'shocked' if shocked is the right word, at seeing herself, looking back at herself in this way and this had caused her to hang her head more often than not. But then the arousal, and the intensity took over and she was looking up more often - taking the sight of her suspended, slung self. She wasn't exactly 'swinging' from that moulded latex and leather saddle thing because that was secured to the floor. But that illusion that she was some kind of ultra sexual bird in flight was a strong one. It was strong because of the fact that she could move her arms. And she did that a lot, especially at the start. She moved her arms because she could. It made her feel better that she could move something. It made her relax more that she didn't feel totally immobilised even though effectively she was. I don't know what it was about Petra - I just wanted to sink my cock into her time after time - she kind of invited that in being who she was and what she was.

"T-thank you.. I think."

She had brought her head up and was looking at me from the reflection in the full wall mirror. Her voice was a little unsteady - a little wobbly even. It was as though she felt the need to say something in response to my compliment but she did not quite know what. I smiled at her, she was doing well considering what she had, and what she was going through. I approached her and her wide eyes watched every move I made as though she was more than a little scared. Scared was alright though. I knew that she liked to live on the edge - liked to feel a bit of danger there. And besides, that scary feeling was being diluted some by the feelings she was absorbing from between her legs. I crouched down onto my own heels as I reached under her. The design and the formation of that latex and leather saddle such that her breasts were pushed up her chest, towards her neck and then forced to over hang, like in mid-air. Thirty three inches of pure feminine breasts, hanging for my pleasure. I loved the way that since we had met, since the word go, her nipples had been completely erect. It was as though the anticipation had done that to them. I reached under and stroked the stem of one nipple and Petra whimpered. Then I touched the other and she whimpered again. I alternated - one nipple then the other - not touching the tips, just stroking, or masturbating the stems and I adjusted myself so that I was nearer her head, or her ear.

"Mine."

I squeezed the nipple a little as I whispered, or hissed into Petra's ear. There it was again that sucking in of breath - like that one single word was quite something for her to deal with. I whispered it again and at the same time I used the fingers of my free hand to reach around and swipe over her clitoris tip. There was a more urgent sucking in of breath and the little jingle jangle of chains that were used to sling her arms up.

"Mine."

Once again a simple, single, pretty self-explanatory word. It wasn't said in question form. It was a statement. I felt a single ooze of vaginal fluids being squeezed out over my fingers and then an equally slippery wet single word back from the quivering red lips of Petra.

"Y-yours."

It was slightly stuttered but she was in unchartered territory. She was dipping her toe in then retrieving it - dipping it in a little further then retrieving it. I stroked her clitoris and dipped my fingers into the warm swampy mush of her cunt, swirling them around in the honey pot a bit. I could feel and sense as she tried to work her sex muscles into chewing on those fingers - and I liked to feel that effort. I liked the effort Petra put in full stop.

"Say it again baby - louder."

I dipped right into her then used her deeper juices to coat and envelope her little hard clit. At the same time I squeezed and tugged first one nipple and then the other.

"YOURS."

It was better this time. More concise, more clear.