Chapter 393

"I need a master," Kat said, with an odd combination of lust and laughter in her voice.

On the opposite half of the island, Jess was restrained in a different fashion. It was a device I’d never seen before. Her ankles and wrists were cuffed by red leather straps. Those straps extended to her neck, where a thick collar wrapped around it and provided the central tension point for the restraints. If Jess tried to push her legs back down? It would choke her tighter. If she pushed her wrists forward? The collar would force her legs to push lower toward her chest, opening up her ass and pussy widely.

"Peter, aren’t you going to feed me a little coke before you use my ass?" Jess said, a broad smile on her face.

"I am!" Peter said with his signature laugh. "Just the way you like it!"

We looked on as Peter sprinkled a large spoonful of coke over Jess’s asshole. Then he reached for a butt plug, which was shiny with lube, and inse