My Bondage Victim

So I’ve picked up a new hobby recently. Call me Ms Green Thumb I’ve been experimenting in what conditions plants can survive. I hadn’t heard from Roger in a while and knew he had a vacation so my mind started cooking up some schemes. I asked Demarcus and Andre to come by in their work van, then we were on the hunt, for a Bondage Victim.

First, we needed to find him. We drove by his house, no luck, his condo at the beach nothing, surely he wasn’t at work. Still, we drove by and sure enough, his car was in the parking garage. So we parked just a cross and waited. After about an hour, he emerged. Demarcus and Andre were ready, dressed in black and ski masks. They grabbed him, and we skidded off. “Why haven’t I heard from you, and why aren’t you on vacation? Where is your wife’s home or the condo?” I ask him. “She’s at the condo, we’ve been having marital problems, I didn’t want to tell you, also why I haven’t seen you” he admits shamefully.

Now, it was time to exact the first part of my plan.

With that we were off, to the condo. He begged and pleaded for us not to go. On the drive, Andre stripped him and tied his wrists to his ankles so he was riding face down and ass up for the ride. As we approach I see inside the window, his wife has company. So, of course, I told My Bondage Victim.

I instruct Demarcus and Andre to take turns taking him. They alternated, forcing their huge big black cocks into Roger’s tight little ass. He had been building toward this, but he’s only done small objects thus far. Nothing like these huge Mandingo cocks. His screams were blood-curdling, maybe this will teach him to communicate better. “You might be quieter, you wouldn’t want your wife and her male friend to come out and see my big black friends stretching out your little brown starfish would you?” I ask. “No, please.” He pleads. I look around. I grab his socks and stuff them in his mouth, muffling his cries. “That’s right boys, remember Ms. Green’s Thumb needs his asshole wide open,” I tell them what to do with My Bondage Victim.

My bulls have thoroughly drained their balls in My Bondage Victim.

Exploding huge loads of hot cum in Roger. So I told Demarcus, who has more stamina, to hang back while Andre drove back to my place. Demarcus is trying to bust another load but at this point, he’s coming to many times, I think his sack is empty. He takes his huge fist and starts mercilessly punching in Roger’s stretched-out balloon knot. He’s accepted his fate at this point; his face is streamed with sweat and tears, his asshole loaded with massive loads of semen into My Bondage Victim.

When we arrive Demarcus and Andre pull Roger out and carry him to my greenhouse for Ms. Greenthumb—chaining his wrists to the bottom of my y-shaped inversion table. Mmmm, I strapped his legs open and tilted him, giving him full accessibility.

I use my rectal speculum and grab my money tree.

I was looking to report anyway, placing the roots inside of Roger. Once I have my tree in position, I remove my speculum allowing his asshole to retract around the roots. Ms green thumb, indeed. “Well Roger, since I know you have a week off, you will be part of my newest hobby, botanicals Andre and Demarcus will water my plant for me, don’t let it die” I warn.

With that, Andre walks over and takes a huge piss into Roger’s ass and my newly planted money tree. Demarcus follows suit. I flip Roger’s level so he doesn’t get a head rush. Then we’re off while he and my tree grow. We come back daily for my bulls to water the plant. I’d forgotten after a few days, he may need provisions as well. My Bondage Victim, Do you remember what we talked about when you called me Tiffany, mistress of phone sex

“How are you doing, Roger? Do you need anything?” I ask. “Water,” he gasps. Luckily for him, I’ve got just what he needs. I straddle his face, wearing only my mini skirt without panties. “I’m sure you need a drink open up”. I say. Then I shower him with nice fresh urine to quench his thirst. Which he happily drank. This was his first drink in days; the boys were only concerned with keeping Ms Green Thumb happy. Since I had no toilet paper, I rubbed my pissy pussy clean on his tongue on My Bondage Victim.

He lasted until day seven. I’m proud of My Bondage Victim.

Now, it was just a matter of getting my money tree out. I employed Demarcus and Andre once more. To get it out of My Bondage Victim.

It took quite a bit of strength from Andre and Demarcus to get it out. “Perfect you boys help Roger clean up, Ms green thumb here is going to replant her money tree”. I tell them. As they took him off, Andre’s face fucked him to get his cock hard, while Demarcus took him from behind, but it wasn’t to orgasm it was to urinate into Roger’s stretched swollen rectum to help the healing. Sad day for My Bondage Victim.

Process, then Andre did the same. “If I don’t hear from you again, I’ll assume you’d like to help with Ms Green Thumb Garden again. Do you understand?” I ask, and he nods. Finally, he was free, my boys dropped him off at his car. Hope no one saw because he was an absolute mess. Next, it will be worse. I will make you Lick My Scat