"But..." I stopped, realising that my skin was dry and Calida once more clad in a flimsy, flowing robe. "I didn't see you put that on."She smiled – ...it was more of a cheeky grin - "One of my abilities you haven't seen." The robe disappeared, leaving her naked, then she was covered again, with a different robe; the only sign a shimmering as she changed. Dazed, I bent to pick up my clothes, somehow fresh and clean, and began to dress.Voices from above. "You know," a woman's voice, "I could swear. "Look, he's fixed to some sort of post," Coral pointed to the broad collar and chin brace that held his head erect. At the back of his neck the collar was connected to a steel rod that ran down the back of the slave's leather suit and into a fixture on the floor. Other straps built in to the suit fastened him to the post as well. He couldn't move much if he wanted to. "And that lamp's hot. He must be really sweating."He certainly was. The sweat was running down the slave's face inside his hood.. And what a climax it was! Each delicious squirt fired from his dick hit my palette or tongue like a blast from a pressure washer. I just couldn’t master the speed and volume but I adored the novelty of his unusual eruptions. It spilled from my mouth down my chin and I collected it in my hand. I laughed reflexively and a little wave of semen flooded onto my cupped palm. “Oh I’m sorry Sir!” Hiro said sincerely.I swallowed what was left in my mouth and said “Don’t be sorry Hiro. I LOVE it.” I. I watched as a grin spreads across the tiny woman’s beet red face. “Did you enjoy?” she asks me as she rubs the pink dong back and forth in her hands as if she were masturbating it. “we are not done yet” she says as she stood up quickly walking from the room with the strapon still around her waist, the fake penis bobbing up and down in front of her as she walked off leaving me still tied to her bed.She returns with a huge black dildo the size of a wine bottle in tow and sits down right next to.