

I was still blindfolded, and eager to know where he was and what was next. I felt him stand behind me; he placed his hands between my neck and my shoulders and started massaging me again. Calling me a good girl again. Telling me to relax all over again. I lolled my head back and relaxed up against his body. He checked up on my arms and legs and made sure nothing hurt and that the rope was alright. I nodded my head and vocalized a happy "Mmmhm!" around my gag. "More?" he asked. And again, I said "yes" as best I could in my circumstances! I had a renewed energy after coming back to my senses. More, please more, more, more, more. Q was quiet for a few moments, allowing my anticipation to build up as I wondered what idea was brewing in his head this time. I readjusted myself in the chair, getting myself ready for more. I took a deep breath around the ballgag. Some drool had dripped down onto my tits. Messy girl.