7 comments/ 8298 views/ 0 favorites Metronome By: cvillerook 1. Dez sits hooded and gagged. Her arms have been cuffed to the chair that she sits in - the perforated metal is cold against her shoulders and the backs of her legs which have been tied to the armrests at the knees. Dez's ankles, in turn, have been shackled to the chair. A small rag sitting in her lap is the only cover she has. Time has become irrelevant but the rough holes in the chair have started to cut deep into her skin. The sharp toe of a woman's shoe rests beneath her sex. "This is bliss." Dez thinks through her want and ache. There is the smell of warm air. "Hello," echoes down the hallway. It is the familiar voice of the Mister. "In here," the woman replies. The foot moves - captive Dez does the only thing she can to show her relief and disappointment - whimper. "Well what have we been up to today?" "Training the new kitten. You?" Nothing nearly as interesting." Dez hears the sound of zippers and fabric, then a soft masculine grunt. He is being serviced. By the wet sounds of it Mrs. is hungry. "Bend over the chair. Put your hands on the armrests." He orders. Dez feels the warmth from Mrs.' hands so close to her thighs. The chair jolts back as he enters the Mrs. Although, Dez has never taken him she has seen Mister thick and full and tasted his salt while cleaning the Mrs. The hot breathe of the woman in front of her, the woman being fucked at a relentless pace if the chair is any judge, the woman she cannot see or touch makes her sob with need. Dez's mind races screaming for attention. "Someone touch me, please." She thinks. Fidgeting she tries to get noticed, which she does. A hand jerks hard on her nipple ring. "Still." She draws in a quick breath but the hood and ball only allow so much release. She is as quickly forgotten, as a long string of curses, pleads, and lewd promises laced with terms of endearment rolls out of Mrs. Dez understands her position in this relationship and while she would perform for either one as commanded, especially the Mrs., the intimacy makes her blush. "Mistress is almost there " Dez's body begins to synch up as Mrs. cums . Her body rocks and her own waters pour out of her as she finds her release. A dominant male sound tells her that it is over. "Damn, I am good." Mr. jokes laughing, "I was not even fucking her and she came. "Yes, baby you are a wonderful lover. However -" A hard, unseen smack rattles Dez. "This bitch needs to know mine is the only twat that is allowed to cum, until I say otherwise." The blow caught Dez unready leaving her confused and seeing lights despite the dark hood. "Easy you'll break her." "That's the idea. However, you got this creature to agree to be tamed and I can't thank you enough. Mama, would never damage her permanently - but her ass will be broke." "Take the hood off I want to see her." The room though poorly lit is suddenly bright as Dez's eyes become accustomed to the light. Her tormentor is a heavy breasted woman with full hips wearing only a black bra and heels. She goes to her knees in front of him. He is already solid again but how could he not be with Mrs. serving him. His large cock is devoured completely by her. He looks at Dez to make sure she is watching. After several minutes he says," You'll thank me alright." He pulls away from Mrs. then forces her face down on the bed there is a slight struggle but it is quick. With his hand trapping her head against the mattress. Mr. takes no time sliding his well spittled member inside the woman's thick ass. Again, she thrashes then accepts her position. Soon Dez notice she is finding more than a small bit of pleasure watching the violation After, his second orgasm - the pair both fall asleep still coupled. Dez nods off. She awakes by her nose being pinched shut followed by the rough removal the gag at the last moment, as her consciousness is almost lost to her again. Mr. is wrapped in a towel fresh from the shower. "Hello, sleepy head." He says. "Say hello." Mrs. demands. The gag dangles in her hand. Dez stammers her jaw almost froze in place by the prolonged gagging, "Hello Mister. Her body screams against the brutality of the chair. She can see the clock but not the time - that is by design. However, the light in the room had changed at least an hour must have passed. Then looking at her Dez begs, "Please." "She has a new trick she wants to show you." Dez starts to panic. "No, no, please - anything else I cannot take any more, Mrs." Mistress starts to pet Dez's head. "Quiet, easy." Mrs. strokes her nipples lovingly and she calms down. "Really this is the best thing you ever brought me. She is so sweet." She leans over and kisses her deeply. "It is so delightful not to know your name." "It's ..." "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh--------." She smiles. "Don't tell it makes it so much better." She goes to kiss Dez again - as her lips part and without warning the ball is back in place and being strapped behind her head. "When she is submissive she is wonderful. I hate when she tries to beg off. Dirty little whore pretends not to enjoy it. Like I need its real name to command it." Dez flinches at the indignity of being called "it". "Start the metronome - the tempo is right." He reaches over and taps the wand. The tears begin to well in Dez's eyes again. "Our little slut likes to cum way too much. I came home to find her giving herself pleasure." Mrs. says, "She can't control herself - so, I had to find a way to control her. " She removes the towel and the last bit of modesty Dez had. With two medical forceps and twine she has pulled back her rich pussy lips exposing the clit. It looks like an overripe wild strawberry ready to burst. The area surrounding it is streaked red from her crop work. "Anyway - I thought what I should is to help it be the best slave - it could be. So, I have with its help found its speed." She starts to work Dez's sex with the flexible wand to the beat of the metronome. "Sorry, still not getting it." "Her speed. The perfect rate at which to hold interest and yet not provide her O. It is easier to show you." Sweat pours off Dez's skin. With that M steps behind her and begins to whip her clit with perfectly aimed shots. Her whole body starts to struggle to reach the thing that Mrs. is determined to deny. "Watch this." Intentionally, the stroke stops short. Still Dez reacts as if she never missed a beat. Her pussy flutters as if begging for just one more stroke. "So how long have you been practicing with this new trick?" "Oh just hours -"she smiles and begins the torment anew. "That is why the plastic on the floor. The slut just kept cumming so heavily during the first half hour we would have wrecked the carpet - but I knew that it would not want to stop until I was satisfied." Dez starts to sob with a combination of joy and loss. With the whack of the crop echoing through her Dez the ache of longing starts to swallow up her resistance, mind, and identity. 2. It has been a long week by any standard. "Why am I at Mr. and Mrs.' house?" Dez thinks. "Because there is no other way to get out of this chastity belt they put on me after our last session." Her body shutters remembering the chair and crop. "When it is off I'll be done with this." She mutters. Unable to achieve anything near release for days the fire in Dez is to the point she is ready to be a hole the first group of people that offer. She begins to get damp as she slides the key into the latch. It only makes the device more unbearable as its straps cut into Dez's creases. She trembles as she touches the door knob. click... "Damn it! I will not tolerate this bullshit." It is eerily quiet in the house. There is a sound in the upstairs. Dez takes the stairs only to find the source of the sound the merciless metronome sitting in the "playroom". Grabbing the device up she starts to fling it against the wall - then she stops, sets it down, and starts to remove her clothes. click...click The room is icy. The instrument ticks out its demands. Dez slides into the place in her mind free from everything but this moment. Folding the clothing she lays them on a table. In front of her are a blue plastic sheet and a leather chair with towels draped over it. click...click...click "The chair is not mine." Dez kneels on the plastic facing the chair and looks down. There is a belt with a set of ratcheting cuffs on each side. She puts the belt on and locks the first cuff into place. Then with some effort latches the last cuff tight. "They will punish me if it is not done right. I don't want to make them upset." click...click...click Dez sits peaceful, almost catatonic, waiting. She can feel her skin pull and harden against the cold. Time passes and is lost to her. "Hello, kitten." A female voice that is velvety and warm against the ear. As she comes into view Dez sees the Mrs. is wearing a skirt and 3-inch heels. Pulling her blouse out from her skirt's waist, she starts to unbutton it as she heads to the bar in the corner. "Damn, it is hot." Mrs. turns to Dez with double bourbon on ice in hand. "Was the day hard? Its nipples are." She sits in the chair in front of her and stares at her for a minute. "No reaction. Well fuck, then let's get to business. Stand up." Dez stands. The Mrs. unlocks the chastity belt. "My shoes need polishing. I notice it's wet. -- do it now." Dez squats over her shoes and begin to rub her sex over Mrs' shoe polishing it with her fluids. She leans back as Dez rocks to and fro to the tempo burnt in her head. The other foot she places on her breast bone. Slowly the Mrs. moves it from the center to her aureole. Her heels dally around Dez's nipple pulling on her nipple ring. Carefully, she catches and pulls the piercing just enough to create the correct amount of pain and pleasure.. "Now the other." As Mrs. moves her freshly polished shoe from its resting place she slides her heel down the inside Dez's thigh. The heel cuts into her - there is a warm trickle of blood. The other foot comes to rest between your legs. "Continue." Dez lowers her body and resumes. Mrs. slides back further into the chair, "Take the heel." Dez begins to fellate the spike presented to her - the heat of the asphalt outside is still there and the taste of blood mixes in her mouth as she licks the heel and sole of her shoe. "I have some surprises for it. The first is already received is it nice to not be wearing the belt?" Dez stops and look at her. She nods. "Yes ma'am." She returns to her duties. "Second is despite the heat I wore full hose just for the occasion." Mrs. hikes up her skirt. Taking an ice cube from her drink she starts to rub her own full breast with it. "And right now I need a good spit shine to cool me off." "Stop." She pulls the shoes out from underneath Dez and from her mouth. She removes both shoes. Slowly Mrs. lifts Dez's face and moves to where she can suckle her nipples - M draws a quick breath as a mouth and tongue settle on her left nipple. "That is so lovely - now down the belly. Mmmmmmmmm." After enjoying the administrations the she stands up. "Take them off!" Dez reaches into her hose waistband and begin to pull the undergarments down as carefully as possible. They stick to her skin. Madame begins to roughly slap her face - hard enough reinforce her domination, not enough to distract from the task. M slides back into the chair and raises her leg "Now all the way and put the shoes back on my feet." Dez's heart starts racing. Mrs. smiles, "Lick," she spreads her legs wide forcing the skirt higher, "Do a good job or ... No, today is a carrot day not the stick -." She crawls forward and M places her legs over her shoulders. She smells heavy, musky, salty. Dez begins by cleaning her inner thighs and quickly move to devouring her sex mercilessly. She starts moaning almost immediately and becomes convulsive soon after. Suddenly Mrs. stops. "Back on the plastic." Quickly Dez scurries back to her spot, so not to displease Mrs. M stands up, walks over, and lords above her. This is why she loves her in heels - she seems so much more than a mere lover or woman - she is the living idol of a goddess commanding obedience. "Lay face up." Dez rolls on to her back. Madame steps over her straddling her shoulder and face. "Continue." On Dez's tongue and hot breath she instantly is trembling on the verge of orgasm. Only Mrs.' will is holding back her release. "Such a wonderful cunt licker." She grinds Dez's face deeper into her. Dez can tell Mistress' resolve is about to fail. "Does this slave want to know what the last present is?" Even under the suffocating circumstances Dez grunts affirmative. M firmly grips the prone woman's head anchoring the all devouring maw to her slit. As she continues to push with the strength of a mad woman Dez's mouth freezes open. "I didn't piss before I left work I held back just for this." With that Mistress releases a jet stream into her mouth. The taste of her gift fills Dez's every sense. Both women reel in delight as they find out one has underestimated her generosity and one near drowning her own need. Tongue, mouth, piss, and twat all sensations become one for them. The warm liquids flow in a river across icy skin scorching it from breast to clit. Even after the earth shattering climax smaller tremors leave both grinding sex against face. Madame stands and staggers backwards collapsing into the chair. Dez gasps for air spraying the remnants of that frozen moment out of her lungs. "Get up and clean me off." Dez obeys. How could she not after such a gift? Crawling over she begins to lick an already slick thighs - there is no demanding at this time they are simply together - there is no frenzy as M plays softly with Dez's hair. "I know I have been monopolizing your time. But Mister does not seem to mind as you have put me in such a good mood. He is getting a lot of very willing ass lately ... still you should probably be shared." She sighs absently. Dez knows cannot leave this woman and she begins to doubt if Mrs. would allow it. "I will not be allowed to cum again." The words slip from Dez's mouth. Stunning her. Mrs. cups her chin gently. "No, you will not and now you understand." The thought fades from Dez's mind as she resumes her worship. click... click... click... As the metronome watches over both of them. Metronova: The Silk Garden Metronova caters to any number of perversions so that its inmates never try to escape. The AI warden of the enclave, MIMI (for Metronova Inmate Monitoring Interface), is tasked with keeping the inmates distracted and detained by any number of means, employing holograms and synthetic life forms to make even the most bizarre fantasies of their twisted minds come true. In my case, sometimes fantasies that the inmates never could have conceived could also be realized. MIMI misdirected a transportation pod that was supposed to return me to my apartment to some sort of atrium. Most of the trip was a blur, probably due some sedative aerosol pumped into the pod during transit. Somewhere along the line, my clothes had been removed, leaving me naked, defenseless and alone. This atrium, instead of being filled with light and sound, was kept in dappled moonlight – just enough light see where I was going, with plenty of deep shadows to hide whatever lay lurking amongst the flora. The few forms I could make out in the gloom had unnatural shapes, shades and textures. The silence covered the place like a quilt, with only the occasional rustle in the undergrowth to hint that there were more than plant analogs within the dome. "MIMI," I said toward the roof of the atrium's dome, almost startling myself with how loud it sounded, "this is not my intended destination." "Your mobility patterns have been stagnant for the last three days," replied a disembodied female voice. "It is not permitted for you to fall into a routine." "Getting misdirected by you is getting to be a routine I don't enjoy," I grumbled. "Your last statement is a non-sequitur," replied MIMI. "You will remain in the atrium until you can escape. The exit is somewhere on the other side of the dome." I sat down on the turf beneath my feet, noting that it was too uniform to be any naturally occurring material. "I'm not playing your game, MIMI," I said. "Incorrect," replied MIMI, "The synthetics in the atrium are directed to seek you out and restrain you. Also, there is no readily available food or water inside the dome. If you stay here too long, your life processes will suffer." "You're bluffing," I said, "You're not permitted to allow a human in your care to die." "You will be rescued should your metabolic processes fall below safety parameters," said MIMI, "but biometric simulations estimate that won't occur for approximately 42 hours. Your level of discomfort will be significant by then." Just thinking about that scenario made my mouth dry. "Why am I being punished?" I asked. "Your assumption is incorrect," replied MIMI. "You are being challenged. The only punishment will be for failing to escape." There was a brief pause. "One of the mobile synthetics within the atrium is now fully aware of your presence," said MIMI placidly, "and is taking steps toward fulfilling its directives." "MIMI--," I began while standing up and looking around. "You have no time for conversations now," MIMI replied. "There will be no further contact until you escape the dome." I looked around and saw nothing but flora analogs – ferns, vines, ornamental trees, and grass. While the whole environment was relatively open, in the dark it wasn't hard to imagine it closing in around me. Living things follow rules dictated by millions of years of natural selection, but synthetics were essentially sophisticated robots that had no rules to follow. Robot, however, didn't necessarily mean mechanical. Synthetic life form engineering had produced a plethora of new materials that could be manipulated by nanotech mechanisms that existed within. Limbs, vines, tentacles, even the most delicate tendrils, could all be manipulated via nanotech mobility elements throughout the appendage. Plus, nanotech could also produce other new materials that had myriad uses for both perverts and on victims. Being a bondage pervert, MIMI's robots frequently secured me with nanoweave fabric restraints – its light, silky texture had amazing elasticity, but was too tough to tear or run with human strength. A person sealed inside just one diaphanous layer of the material could never hope to escape. Wrappings of nanoweave could seal to each other, preventing slippage as the nanites resized it to a perfect fit. That meant that literally anything – even everything – in the atrium might have designs for snaring me and keeping me there. The synthetics wouldn't eat or otherwise harm me, but the ones in here were all designed to address my particular perversion, meaning they would all be very good at one thing – capturing victims. I heard more rustling in the undergrowth off to my left, growing closer. I frowned, thinking there must be more than one something, and then decided to not get too curious. I jogged in the other direction, careful to cast occasional glances upward and to each side as I picked my way around the trees and bushes. After all, there was no telling where an ambush might come from in this environment. Up ahead, there was a moaning and mewing sound and the sounds of something struggling – something human – but I couldn't see more than a few yards in any direction. The sounds of pursuit behind me halted for a moment, and I could hear something breathing heavily back there. I snorted at that – synthetics only breathe to simulate biological functions, to make it easier to fool people into believing they actually are alive. The struggling sounds and moaning became louder as I edged away from my pursuers. To my ears, it began to sound as if it was a woman in some sort of distress, and my curiosity began to grow. I moved on toward the sound. Suddenly, my pursuers surged into motion behind me, racing after me in a frenzied charge. I glanced behind me to see and instantly regretted it. What I had thought were multiple pursuers was actually one large creature with many legs. The creature vaguely resembled an immense spider with multiple pairs of glowing red eyes and a pair of large yellow fangs below them. Its multiple, hairy legs churning in the rush toward me were a blur. My mind recoiled in horror at the thing and I turned and ran in a blind panic away from it. I sprinted across an open space and was nearly to the trees beyond when a woman's voice above me cried out, "LOOK OUT!" I looked up, but at that moment, I struck something soft and yielding that seemed to cling to me as I passed through it. The softness wrapped around me, clinging to itself as it surrounded me. My legs and arms seemed drawn together and I tumbled, somehow never quite touching the ground. Somewhere above me, the woman cried out in dismay. When I finally gained my senses again, I found myself suspended about two feet off the ground with a tangle of elastic cords wrapped around me. I thought of the monster pursuing me and tried to pull free. The cat's cradle stretched and deformed with my efforts, but seemed to cling to me even more tightly as I struggled. "Don't fight it," called out the female voice from above, "You'll only wear yourself out. It's a variation on nanoweave, I think. It only sticks to itself. " I looked around until I found her some ten feet above me, her generous curves bound in a glistening cocoon of the same material that left only her head and hair exposed. She squirmed slightly in her bonds to get a better look at me. From my vantage point, I made out her large, dark eyes and glossy raven tresses, along with the ample swell of her breasts straining against their captivity as she breathed. "Hi," she said with a shy smile. I found myself smiling back. "Hi," I replied. The woman's smile held for one magical moment. She then looked up and around her. "I hear the web tender moving around," she commented back down to me. "It'll probably haul you up here fairly soon." "What's a web tender?" I asked. "It's some sort of spider fairy," she said. "It comes over here and teases me occasionally. It'll cut me loose every so often so it can bind me up a different way." "How long you been here?" I asked, but the woman didn't get a chance to answer – the spider fairy had arrived. The thing was perhaps a two feet tall, adorned with large, translucent wings that scintillated as they fluttered rapidly. The body was a perfectly proportioned human female, suggestively dressed in silk that was presumably of its own making, though it was completely hairless. It hovered in front of the woman's face for a moment before raising its arms toward her. Her eyes widened and she struggled futilely in her cocoon as she shook her head. "No!" she pleaded, "You don't have to –" Ssskrritt! Silk showered from the thing's hands, immediately enveloping the lower half of the woman's face. "MMPH!" she cried through the gag as its shimmering gray fabric sealed tightly. The fairy then flew around the woman, gathering up her lovely hair into a bundle on top of her head, deftly knotting it together in place. Then the creature extended its arms again. Ssskrritt! The woman's hair disappeared under a cap of shimmering silver fabric that went on to cover the rest of her face, sealing onto the gag. Despite her warning to me, the woman struggled furiously in her cocoon for several moments before subsiding. I could hear gentle sobs of frustration and exhaustion escape her gag as her body sagged within the cocoon. The spider fairy fluttered down to where I was caught and coolly surveyed my situation. It smiled at me, seemingly proud of its work. "I wouldn't be too smug," I said to it, "There's something nasty running around down here." I heard the thing giggle, high-pitched and bubbly, then it pointed to a clearing just a few feet away. The monster was there, placidly regarding me with its red eyes. I involuntarily recoiled again, struggling hopelessly against my bonds. The fairy clapped its hands and the creature vanished. It took me a moment to believe the monster wasn't real. "A hologram," I said to the fairy aloud, "designed to drive victims to your webs." The fairy clapped and nodded in response, and I relaxed in the bonds. "So what happens next?" The fairy went straight to work, severing several chords that held my body off the ground, lowering me in stages until I was on the grass once again. I tried to escape once again, but every effort I made to get free only seemed to restrict my movements even more. The fairy landed on the ground next to me, crossing its arms across its faux breasts, waiting patiently for me stop. Finally, panting, I did. "Well," I gasped, "that was...pointless...but I...had to try." To my surprise, the fairy gave me an understanding nod of its head in response then went to work. It bounded down to my entangled legs and cut a number of the cords wound around them, leaving a few select windings around my ankles and knees. It worked its way up to my crotch, exposing my hips and genitals. Then the fairy took a few dainty steps backward and stretched out it arms, pointing at my family jewels. Ssskrritt! My cock, balls and hips were enveloped in softly shimmering silvery silk. This was unlike the thicker cords that still restrained me – this was more like the nanoweave fabric with which I had been made familiar. The gentle, seductive feel of that fabric across that sensitive part of my body immediate started the beginnings of an erection that began to subtly distend the fabric. The fairly giggled again, looking back at me. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment at my body's response. The fairy surged into activity again, snugly coating my legs from hips to toes in the fabric, sealing it to the wrapping around my hips. I moaned softly at the touch of the fabric, gently testing its strength. The fairy swathed my torso to just under my arms in the fabric, then gingerly worked one of my arms free, winding a thick cord many times around my wrist and tethering it to the web. I made one half-hearted attempted at pulling my arm from of the fairy's control only to realize the diminutive creature was far stronger than it looked. It paused in its work to admonish me with a waggling finger and shake of its head as it yanked the cord around my wrist painfully tight for a moment. I gasped and let my arm go limp. Sensing my submission, the cord was loosened and then tethered. My other arm was freed and my wrist was bound to the other. The fairy attached another cord to the end of the bag by my feet and applied tension to all three, fluttering up into the shadowy boughs of the trees above. Soon I was hauled up into the air by my wrists and feet to the nearly invisible sheet of web where the woman lay. She was still murmuring and writhing gently in her cocoon, as if still trying to seek escape against the hopeless bonds. Seeing her like that, the curves of her hips and legs sheathed in shimmering silk made my manhood stir again within its own trap of fabric. No doubt she felt the vibrations on the web and wondered what was going on, as she turned her shrouded face to me, unable to see or speak. I wanted to call out to her, to comfort her and tell her that she was not alone... Ssskrritt! The lower half of my face was enveloped by the fairy silk, some of it finding its way into my mouth, filling it with its strange, seductive softness, even as the outer layer sealed it over from the bridge of my nose to my collarbones. "MMMPH!" was all I could manage in protest as the fairy giggled in glee at its little trick. The fairy released the tension on the cord that had hauled me up. I pulled my arms down in front of me, trying to work some feeling back into my shoulders. The fairy was there, cutting the cords, allowing them to fall away. I rubbed my wrists in a purely reflex gesture – the cords had been plentiful and elastic to spread out the load of my weight. Meanwhile, the fairy was tending to the woman again, cutting away the silk from her eyes and nose, forming a hood of silk to frame the upper half of her face. The eyes were sad and lovely, as if both lamenting that the fairy had another victim to torment, and yet happy that she would not have to face such trials alone. Her eyes were pleading me even as she tried to say something through her gag. Then she started squirming toward me and I toward her. When we met, I put my arms around her as best I could and she pressed tightly to me. She pressed her gag to mine, nuzzling me gently as I held her. Soft and warm, the moment held – her breath upon my cheek. I could feel her softly grinding against me, the desire in those motions mounting. With one hand I gently fondled a silk shrouded breast while the other wandered the curves of her shimmering buttocks. She moaned through her gag and I could feel her arms struggling to find some way to free themselves to return my embrace. She opened her eyes as her passion mounted, allowing me to look into their depths, and I felt my own desperate desire beginning to mount for her. My hands found her hips and thighs, the silk of her cocoon making the sensation even more pleasurable – nearly as exciting as hearing her passion mount through her gag. She writhed against me now, desperately seeking some release from her desires. I wondered how long she had been here, helpless and alone with nothing but a mocking tormentor for company. Was it relief in having company that was fueling her desire, or was this her particular perversion – to be inescapably bound while her lover shared her fate? I found my arms wrapping around her, pressing her body to me as I nuzzled her breasts with my gagged mouth. As I held her, I became aware of the fairy, busily cutting away the silk that enveloped her legs and mine. As soon as they were free, the woman wrapped her legs around me, trapping me again. My erect manhood somehow found her there, sliding softly into her, so hot and wet for me, even as the fairy was encasing our legs in the wondrously soft and sensuous silk once again. My arms were bound at my sides as I began to move with her, her soft yet strong thighs around me, urging me on, pulling me deeper into her as she ground against me. Nearly silent, concentrating on nothing more than breathing and the pleasure we shared. I felt my manhood getting harder, my need for release growing more urgent with each movement. I heard her muffled moans growing louder as the urge was upon her as well. She caught my gaze for a moment in those throes, her eyes blazing in passion at me before she closed them and began the final gyrations. The cocoon stretched and caressed me as I threw back my head and arched as much as my confinement allowed, forcing my hard throbbing cock as deep into her as I could, my hips bucking hard enough to send the entire sheet web bouncing as I powered my climax into her. Her final stifled cry of pleasure mingled with mine, as the silk filling my mouth muffled it to a pathetic moan of lusty pleasure. And then we were locked together, nuzzling one another, trying somehow to communicate the tenderness and happiness we both felt to each other. This continued until finally, cocooned and exhausted, we both drifted off to sleep.