Part Four
Having been away running the meatgirl processing facility while Marjorie took a break, running the shorter program for women to experience the way that meatgirls were kept, stored and run down through the production line, I had returned home to find that Ollie, my husband and owner of the meatgirl shop that we live over in the apartment upstairs, was still away at some convention that he’d been invited to, I think the fact that it was being held near to a golf course may have swayed his decision to extend his trip.
So, having some unexpected free time, early Friday morning I decided to visit with a local massage parlour, to work out the soreness and kinks, no not that kind, but ones in my muscles that had built up from several sessions being stored away as just a meatgirl, and well, just to indulge myself because I can, and I thought that I deserved a special treat. An hour or so later I was heading back home, relaxed and now much less tense. I decided to call into the shop to say hello, rather than enter our apartment through a separate entrance.
As I stepped through the door I could see that Matt was again busy with a customer, also another guy was working behind the counter who had just recently started, I had seen him briefly and introduced myself to him when he started the job, so he knew who I was and got on with what he was currently occupied with, that being watching Matt tightly trussing up the meatgirl for the customer. Matt was explaining to him how to bind the limbs, and how to pull the body into the lovely package that she now made.
Of course, I stood there hypnotised by what I was seeing. I think that the female customer was too, as her conversation stopped, and when Matt was finished it took a few moments for her to realise that the meatgirl was now ready, and she quietly followed the new guy while he carried the meatgirl out to her vehicle. I was still standing there transfixed by what I had been watching, it always got to me when I saw the meatgirls being made ready like that.
Matt knew this of course, having tied me up like that a couple of times now, he also knew of my meatgirl fantasies and desires and had aided me with this several times, well who’s counting, okay many, many times. Then again I admit I enjoy being treated like them, an object, just part of the inventory, but then if you’ve seen my story you’ll know just how weird my mind is. Not that I ever want to end up in the oven, well yes, again that’s happened too, but while that was fun I don’t want to end my days on the plate.
When I shook myself from the vision I could see the broad grin on Matt’s face, he knew that all of my buttons had just been pushed by seeing the meatgirl being tightly trussed up for delivery. My face turned red as it always did when my thoughts and hidden desires had been caught out. And now of course my itch had come back, the same itch that only being kept and stored as just another meatgirl can scratch, even Matt could see that in my face.
“You certainly enjoy seeing them being prepared, and I bet you were that meatgirl in your mind,” Matt said with a laugh.
“You know me too well Matt, yes it always gets me when I see you doing that to the meatgirls,” I replied, still flushed from my exposure and the sight that I had just witnessed.
“Do you want to try?” Matt asked, then added, “Again.”
“Not right this minute, especially with the new guy here, but maybe later,” I said.
“Well Phil, that’s the new guy, will be doing deliveries in about an hour, so maybe you could come back then,” Matt replied.
“It would be nice to be tightly bound by your hand, I always love the experience, but I was thinking that maybe… ” I paused, for some reason still embarrassed to ask what I wanted from him.
“That you want to spend some time in the storeroom first, just like before,” Matt said before I could blurt out what I wanted, he certainly knew me far too well and it was like he could read my thoughts, even though he has never done anything inappropriate, much to my disappointment at the time, but his more rational head had saved the day and my embarrassment should I have gone through with my desires.
“Yes, that was what I was thinking, then maybe when the time is right, you could… you know…” still I couldn’t say what I wanted from him, he had this effect on me, not since I was a teenage girl had anyone had this impact on me. It was much more straightforward with Ollie, I could ask him to bind me, place me in the store room, hell, even take me and use my body and then put me back afterwards, and then leave me with the other meatgirls, but with Matt, it felt very different.
“Okay, when you're ready, I’ll prepare you for storage, then I’ll leave you in there overnight, and then tomorrow when I’m on my own I can truss you up for delivery, does that sound good?” Matt asked, knowing full well what my answer would be.
“Yes, thank you Matt, that would be wonderful,” I responded, now able to speak without stuttering or afraid that I was taking things too far with him.
“Come back in an hour, Phil will be gone so you won’t see him or he you,” Matt said.
Just before the hour had passed I was back downstairs, thankfully Phil had just left because I hadn’t bothered wearing any clothing when I returned. It felt delightfully wicked being here exposed like this, my insides were now awakening and that familiar knot developed deep down in the pit of my tummy. I could feel my bare skin flush from the thought of what was about to happen to me under Matt’s firm rough hands, and the slight chill in the air as I stood there naked as the day I was born, caused my nipples to cheekily stand out.
I stood there in all my nakedness waiting for Matt to finish serving a customer, making sure to remain just out of sight, luckily I wasn’t spotted as it would have been deeply humiliating for me to be seen like this, even though I had been seen by many customers totally naked beforehand, but that was when I was bound and hooded as just another meatgirl, and they don’t seem to notice their bare naked bodies as they would mine.
When Matt had finished he walked over to where I was hiding, his eyes took in the vision of my naked body, and he seemed to relish the sight that I presented to him, the look on his face made me think that he wanted to do more to me than tie me up, but then I recalled what he had said before when I offered myself to him, and knew that was a line that he wouldn’t cross, well not physically but I guess the idea was certainly running through his mind, or so I thought. My body had responded to the way that he was looking at me in its usual sinful manner, that being complete surrender and I took several slow breaths as I squeezed my legs together against the familiar deep ache that I felt inside me.
He already had the rope ready in his hand, and as he got closer I held my wrists up to him, like a good little submissive should to her dominant partner. He was very quick and soon my hands were secure, shortly followed by my ankles, I was now firmly bound. The way that he bound my limbs so efficiently, and the seemingly automatic movement as he tied me, made me feel less of a woman and more of a product to be dealt with.
The ropes when he had finished felt really nice against my skin, I have always enjoyed the feeling of being bound, and the total loss of movement when I’m tied up, and every time it without exception starts my internal sexual furnace, that and the touch of his hands as he bound me. Every touch sent a little shiver through my body, I tried to stifle my voice, but a little whimper or two may have escaped my parted lips.
I could feel the wonderful tingle developing between my legs, the first signs of my arousal, the flowering of the soft petals of my more delicate and delicious parts, the damp feeling as the moisture started to form, the tight knot of need and desire that begins to grow and spread throughout my body and the first signs of red flushing began on my chest. Matt took this all in as he prepared me, he knew that my overwhelming desires would take charge of both my body and mind, he had witnessed this many times, but had never acted upon it, much to his credit.
Now firmly bound and distracted by my sexual awakening, Matt decided to take charge, well I was now just another meatgirl after all. He presented the gag with the feeder attachment, which I willingly, maybe too willingly, opened my mouth for, and the gag was soon firmly in place. I was now silenced as well as a naked restrained package of female flesh, my mind now in overdrive with my desires, I began to wriggle, maybe he thought that I was testing my bonds, but this was more due to the fact that I had an itch that needed attention, but bound I could only wait.
Matt smiled as he viewed the bound meatgirl before him, her little dance as she tried to find some way of either freeing herself, which he doubted, and thought it more likely that it was just a horny bitch on heat, and he better do something with me before he’d do anything that he’d later regret. Grabbing one of the cloth bags that covered the meatgirl’s heads, I had thought when I first saw them that it was a hood but I was wrong, he placed it over the new meatgirls head and pulled it down, once he had fully encased the head, he slipped the fastening in place and secured the bag in place.
Now I looked just the same as the other meatgirl, my face hidden away as well as any other features that would distinguish me from the others. Though I no longer had any hair, I had been through the meatgirl processing facility so many times and lost my hair each time, that it now refused to grow back, which was handy when I found out that I no longer had to shave those lady parts like everyone else.
Matt had finished getting the new addition to the store ready, so bending slightly he soon had the meatgirl over his shoulder and he walked towards the storeroom carrying the load. When he entered the light came on, and the line of meatgirls stopped what they were doing, knowing that someone was in the storeroom with them and that maybe for one of them, this would be their final day. But not today it seemed as Matt carried the new meatgirl over to a vacant spot, placing it down and then fixing the wrists to the hook above.
It felt really good when Matt threw me over his shoulder, the cloth bag had blocked out most of my vision, so it came as a bit of a semi-expected surprise when he picked me up, he then carried me just like he does with every other meatgirl and walked to the storeroom. I was very familiar with this place, I had been in here so many times that it felt like home to me, well maybe a second home, but it always felt nice to be here. And with Matt now treating me like the meatgirl that I was, it made it all so much better.
My wrists were soon fastened to the hook above me, I knew from experience that I couldn’t free myself, that was if I ever wanted to, but of course that was the last thing on my mind. I could sense the presence of the other meatgirls on either side of me, the warmth of their bodies, which I would share with them later on, felt comfortable to me, a tingle then ran up my spine and goosebumps appeared on my naked flesh, not from the slight chill in the room, but more on the expectation of what was to come.
Matt left me hanging there by my wrists, it was not painful as my feet were on the ground, it was more of a welcome feeling to be back here. The pleasant moment was shattered when Matt returned and applied the stock tag to my left nipple, the store still used them even though the meatgirls had all been barcoded at the factory, as I had when going down the production line at the facility, that was now a permanent reminder of my time there. But Matt was only doing what was needed, and I knew that to be like the others I needed to be treated the same.
I would have felt cheated if he or Ollie had done anything else other than prepare me, put me away in storage and not make me like the others that I shared the storeroom space with. And Matt knew that this was what I had wanted, even if I hadn’t spoken about it, so he just got on with preparing the latest meatgirl, me, before leaving it with the others. I was just another product to him now, and he knew to treat me like that, he knew that would make me very happy.
All while he was getting me ready he never spoke, other than any command which in the past he had done, but this time that was not needed as I willingly submitted myself to him. And so it was in the storeroom too, now that I was bound, and on the hook like the others, I was no longer Ollie’s wife, but just another meatgirl. The final act from him was to add the ‘sold’ sticker to my right breast, which we used as a safety device so that I wouldn’t be taken out and sold by mistake. But this time his hand seemed to linger there much longer as he rubbed the sticker against my skin, of course causing my nipple to enlarge, which he seemed to like judging by the little sound of amusement that he made.
Satisfied that he had put me in place, his hand left my tender flesh, much to my disappointment, but I guess that he had better things to do than play with the latest meatgirl in the rack. He then pushed my body forward so that my breasts were pressed firmly against the back of the meatgirl directly in front of me, and then I felt the breasts of the meatgirl behind me against my own back. He had sandwiched us all together, each one’s body connected to the other.
The sound of the storeroom door closing let me know that I was now contained in here until he wanted otherwise, and he had mentioned that would be sometime tomorrow, so I had a full afternoon and night to explore the wonders of being a meatgirl. Which I did, as soon as the door closed, the meatgirls began their slow rhythmic sensual dance, each one rubbing their body up against the next one in line, and being tightly flanked between two meatgirls meant that I had double the experience. And it was a very satisfied and worn-out meatgirl that eventually drifted off to sleep much, much later.
The only interruption to our special time was when the door to the storeroom opened, luckily not for the sale of one of the meatgirls but just one of the guys coming in to check up on the stock. Well, the product needs to be maintained, so the feeding tubes are an important part of that and they give liquid nutrients three times a day. The sound of Matt explaining the process to the new guy, while the sound of his voice was welcome, it was a distraction from why I was in here.
At first though I felt embarrassed that the new guy was seeing me naked like this, but then I figured that he would be used to seeing the meatgirls in their au-naturel state, and the fact that I was now just another one standing there among them shouldn’t even register in his mind, just in mine. But I soon got over that, as he didn’t seem to treat me any differently than the others. He checked that my feeding tube was in place, then checked the tag, and he must have seen the ‘sold’ sticker too, I thought.
But if you remember I was to have a lovely massage this morning, so the oil that they had used on me when working on my body was still partly there, even though they wipe you down at the end, the residual oil remained on my body. What does this mean you ask, well if you know of my past adventures as a meatgirl you’ll probably realise that the sticker had actually fallen off my breast. I didn’t know that and as far as I was concerned it was still there.
Meanwhile, Matt had been called out of the storeroom to serve a customer, leaving the new guy to finish the tasks. When he saw the sold sticker on the ground he recalled that one of the meatgirls had worn one earlier, so picking it up he tried to stick it back on, but it didn’t work, so he left the storeroom and came back with a fresh one. But now he didn’t know which meatgirl it was on so he guessed, the wrong one as I later found out. Once he was done he left the storeroom and the meatgirls again began their gentle movements, much to my delight.
One last check of the meatgirls before the store closed for the night, Matt had left it to the new guy, and to his credit he did the job well, each meatgirl was still in place and connected for their evening feed. Satisfied with everything he walked out and closed the door, the room was again plunged into darkness, no need for light for the product, and the final sound of the lock being applied outside of the storeroom let every meatgirl know that they had survived another day, and that the night was theirs.
Contented with my place, and satisfied from the wonderful leg-shaking orgasm that had eventually been wrung out of my naked, bound body, the slow delicate movements of the bodies rubbing against my own bringing sweet relief. I had then drifted off to a very satisfactory sleep, along with the others who shared the storeroom with me.
That peace was shattered when unexpectedly the storeroom door opened and flooded the room with bright light, slightly blinding after being in the dark for so long. It couldn’t be morning as the feeding system hadn’t activated yet, so I wondered who this was and what were they doing here. But bound and gagged there was little that I could do to find out, even my vision was restricted by the bag that was over my head, the only thing I could make out was the shape of someone as they approached.
I thought that it couldn’t be Ollie as he wasn’t due home for another day or so, but as it turned out he had come back early to surprise me, and then finding that I was not in bed upstairs had figured that I was down in the storeroom, so he came to fetch me. It would have been disappointing not to be trussed up by Matt the next day, but I knew that Ollie would do stuff to me that would be so much better, and finish what the meatgirls had been doing to me.
The sound of footsteps got closer and I prepared myself to be taken down and carried out; of course, the rule is that when I’m stored away I will not respond to anyone, and that they are to treat me as if I was just another object in storage. So when Ollie entered he headed over to the rack of meatgirls and looked for the familiar sign that I was there, you know the sold sticker, the one that prevents me from being taken and sold. The one that had fallen off without me knowing, you can see where this is going, can’t you.
The sound of his footsteps got near but then I felt the meatgirl behind me being taken down, this was odd, I wondered what was going on, maybe she was being taken out to be prepared for an early morning delivery. The little sound that the meatgirl made as she was thrown over the shoulder and the disappearing footsteps as she was carried from the storeroom let me know that I would be remaining here for now, especially when the darkness returned.
Of course, what happened next was something that I would find out later in the morning. The feeding system had just kicked in, the cool liquid quenching my thirst after a long and wonderful night, the meatgirls had been woken up during the night and instead of drifting back to sleep had collectively decided to enjoy the moment, as I did as well, and it was a tired but contented meatgirl that was woken in the morning by the sound of the door opening and the feeling of cold hands as they examined my body, the beep of the scanner letting whoever know that they had found what they were looking for.
Quickly I was hoisted over the shoulder of the person and carried from the storeroom, it was only when we started going upstairs did I finally realise that this was Ollie, but why hadn’t he picked me up? I still had no clue as to what was going on, what had happened after the store was closed, and why was Ollie here? It was all very confusing at this moment.
When we entered our apartment I was carried into the kitchen, maybe he wanted to put me in the oven, or place me face down on the table and do naughty things to this poor meatgirl, I had thought. But, as I shortly discovered, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon, the bag over my head was quickly removed, and the vision of a very sheepish-looking husband was staring at me, something had happened as I could tell from the look that he was giving me. I wanted to ask but the gag remained in place.
“Well, urm…” he started, then continued, “Where do I start, sorry but there’s been a bit of a mix-up.”
“Mmm!” I tried to respond to find out.
“Sorry the gag stays in place for now, until I explain what happened, without interruption,” he told me, and the ropes too he thought.
“Mmph,” meaning for him to continue.
“Right, well, I decided to come back early to surprise you, and when I got home found the place empty, so knowing you and your desires I headed down to the storeroom, figuring that you’d be in there.” He told me, then took a deep breath. “Well, you were there alright, I spotted the sold sticker on you and picked you up and carried you out, just like I always do.”
It was then that I looked down and found the sold sticker was no longer in place on my body. A sudden realisation came over me.
“Well, and this is where it gets awkward, I decided that I’d leave you tied up with the bag in place, bring your body into the spare bedroom and tie you down, just as you usually enjoy, as do I as well…” he stopped briefly.
He looked very guilty at this point and I could see that he was looking at my expression to see just how much trouble that he was about to be in. I sat there quietly listening, well the gag doesn’t allow conversation.
“Well… you know what I like doing to you when you’re my bound meatgirl, you like that too, and so I took advantage of what I thought was your body, maybe more than once… but I thought that it was you, and even though you struggled for a while I thought that you were roleplaying like before,” he said, his face looked pale and he had sweat on his brow, he knew that he’d done something very wrong.
“And then I left you bound to the bed for the night, that was until this morning after I’d again made use of your body, I untied you from the ropes holding you to the bed and then I removed the bag.” he paused, “That was when I found out that I had actually taken one of the meatgirls from the storeroom instead of you, even though she had a sold sticker, where is yours?”
“Mmmph!” I tried to say looking down at my breast and shrugging my shoulders.
“I guess that you’re mad at me for taking the wrong meatgirl from the storeroom and doing what I did last night. I don’t blame you, but it was an honest mistake, I don’t know how it happened but it did. So what now?” he asked.
“Mmmmpph,” I responded, wanting the gag removed.
“You’re not going to shout at me are you?” he asked, his hands shaking as he moved towards the clasp of the gag.
“Mmm,” I replied, shaking my head. I wanted to find out what had happened and get to the bottom of this, even though it seemed that he had gotten to that part of the meatgirls’ anatomy already.
“Water,” was the first word out of my mouth when he removed the gag. As I drank the cool liquid I could see that he was very nervous about what my reaction would be.
“Sorry,” was all he could say to me at this point.
“So you used one of the meatgirls instead of me, thinking that you’d taken me from the storeroom and brought her up here and fucked her.” I spat out, “Is that about right?”
Seeing the tone of my voice, he quietly replied, “Yes.”
“And then in the morning, after you’d used her again, only then you found out that it wasn’t me that you’d been plowing all night, correct?” I questioned, knowing full well the answer.
“Yes, de…” he started.
“Don’t dear me, you’re the one who’s messed up,” I responded, my anger held in check, I really hated it when he called me that.
“But the sticker was there!” he responded in the only defence that he had.
“That would seem so, though I was unaware until now that it had fallen off, I guess that it must have been the massage oil that caused it, so you can’t be blamed for that, though how it got on the other meatgirl is still a mystery.” I replied, “It may have been when the new guy was checking the meatgirls yesterday.”
“Well, honestly when I found out my first thought was that you may have already been sold,” he told me, “anything could have happened to you. When I saw that it was just another meatgirl that I’d taken last night, my only concern was for you.”
“Thank you, for your concern, but you still used one of the meatgirls for your pleasure, so don’t get away from that, though in the circumstances I can see that you’re not to blame for the mistake,” I said to him, and a look of relief washed over his face. “But, it’s happened, and while that would be a delightful fantasy of you taking another meatgirl instead of me, leaving me in the storeroom, that is just a wicked fantasy of mine and not something that I wanted to ever happen.”
“I would not want that either, I only want you,” he told me.
“Where is the meatgirl now?” I asked.
“It’s still bound to the bed in the spare room,” he informed me.
The sound of him calling the meatgirl an ‘it’, just another object, sent a delightful shiver throughout my body.
“Well, you’ll need to clean it up and return it downstairs before the staff arrive,” I instructed.
“Yes, you’re right, I wasn’t thinking, I was so worried about you,” he replied.
He then moved closer, now that he believed that he was safe and moved to untie my wrists.
“Not so fast,” I responded, “you’re not out of the woods yet!”
“Oh, sorry I thought…” he sheepishly said.
“Well that thought was wrong, you’re going to do what I ask, yes?” I asked.
“Yes, anything,” he quickly replied, knowing better to comply.
When Matt arrived for his Saturday morning opening of the shop he didn’t notice anything different, the storeroom was still locked like it had been left last night, the meatgirls inside were still waking up from their morning feeding, and when he looked closer there was the meatgirl still wearing her sold sticker, he knew that today was going to be a good day, he always looked forward to having his special meatgirl in stock.
Now that the store was ready, he opened the front door to the first of many customers that day; he was quite busy and this stopped him from taking the time to prepare and tightly truss up a certain meatgirl that had been patiently waiting for his attention. It wasn’t until mid-morning that the flow of customers stopped long enough to allow him time to do what he was so looking forward to.
The sound of the door opening and the footsteps as they got closer to me let me know that Matt was finally going to get me ready for sale, I was so eager for this to happen that I had persuaded Ollie to replace me back in the storeroom earlier, gagged and with the bag over my head, but this time with the sold sticker firmly glued in place. The other meatgirl was also placed down here, after he had cleaned it up, of course, can’t have shop-soiled goods can we.
It felt wonderful being carted over his strong shoulder as he removed me from the storeroom, taking me out into the main part of the shop and then dropping my naked body on the preparation table, the same one that I had watched transfixed as Matt had packaged up the meatgirls before. This felt very special, and my inside felt like they had turned to mush, my arousal was again building with each touch of his hands, this was what I had wanted. Another shiver of pleasure ran through my body as his hands caressed the soft round orbs of my rear.
Matt had to stop for the moment to serve another customer, so I lay there as they spoke, I felt like I was just merchandise waiting to be prepared and sold, there was no will on my part to move or get myself free, I was just another meatgirl at this point, and the customer seemed to think so and commented just how good my body looked, and spoke with Matt on whether I should be roasted in the oven or spitted for the barbeque, which again sent various waves of pleasure throughout my body, and if Matt had used a thermometer in a certain part of my body, it would have blown the top off of it, so hot, wet and turned on that I was.
The customer left, slightly disappointed that the meatgirl on display had already been sold, he’d come back another day to select another when he needed a full meatgirl. But now that the shop was empty again Matt returned to his task, his hands explored the soft flesh on offer, the delicate skin felt wonderful as he touched it, watching as the meatgirl shivered under him as he continued to play with its body, but while it was fun to play he knew that he would again be interrupted if he didn’t get on with preparing this meatgirl for delivery.
The feeling of his hands sent shockwaves that ended directly between my legs, my hot, wanting sexual centre was already flowing, the heat building up let me know that I was more than ready for Matt to take me should he so wish, and after last nights events I felt justified in letting him use me for his own pleasure, but again Matt’s wiser head would prevail and this meatgirl would remain just a very hot, aroused, inflamed, wound up, aching but denied little package.
It didn’t take Matt that long to rebind me for delivery, he was well used to getting meatgirls trussed up and ready for the customer. Though during the process of binding me, he had added a couple of extra ropes, one that centred right between the very lubricated outer and inner folds of my pussy, the rope splitting them apart and resting very firmly on my little pleasure nub, the slight movements that I could make after he had finished binding me, rubbed against the soft, but hard little clit that gave me so much pleasure. The other around my breasts, squeezing them, making them stand out, and leaving me just a puddle of female sexually frustrated mush.
Every rope had been checked by Matt and re-tightened to make me into a very tight bundle of sexy meatgirl flesh, he had even added another sold sticker to my rear before placing me inside the glass display cabinet in the shop, clearly visible to the customers as they walked in, again being disappointed that I had already been sold, but content to wait while Matt bound another meatgirl, packaged for them to take home. Again I think that some of the female customers really liked watching Matt bind the meatgirls, I certainly did, though that pleasure was currently denied me with the cloth bag over my head.
The shop again became busy, so I was ignored by Matt, I was just another meatgirl again, which suited me, there were several comments made about the meatgirl inside the display cabinet, and if I wasn’t gagged I would have offered myself to take home with them, so aroused was I at this point, but I knew that Matt would never allow that. The rope between my pussy lips, while it felt nice and did provide me with some stimulation, didn’t allow me to bring myself off, that and the customers entering the shop stopping me from rubbing one out, as I would have tried to do, so it was a very frustrated meatgirl who at the end of the day would have thrown herself at the man that had kept her like this, but that wasn’t going to happen.
As Matt removed me from the display and began to unbind my limbs, I lay there thinking about how I could get him to take me, my dreams of being used by him were of course resigned to fantasy. And once I was totally free of the ropes that had so effectively bound me, I threw my arms around Matt’s neck and kissed him on the cheek. It felt very submissive at that moment, I was still naked and he was fully clothed, and again it inflamed my desires for him.
“Thank you, Matt, that was very, very good, well more than good, wonderful would only slightly sum up the experience. But I think for your own safety, and my sanity, I want you to bind me again and put me back inside the storeroom, otherwise, I don’t think I can hold myself back,” I said to him, and continued, “You know that I’m very turned on right now and would be more than willing…”
“Yes, I bet that you are, so we better put you away before we both make a mistake,” Matt replied, “And yes, you’re very attractive, very sexy too, and it would be easy for me to just bend you over the table, but…”
Soon the ropes were again around my wrists and ankles, the gag was now back in place, and all that was left was the bag to cover my head. Matt stopped for a second to admire the naked female before him, at that instant I was no longer a meatgirl in his eyes, but only for a brief moment, before he placed the bag over my head, securing the ziptie, he then carried my naked body back into the storeroom, placing my wrists on one of the empty hooks, finally connecting the feeding tube to the gag.
With a final inspection of the meatgirl now back in its place, the nipple tag still attached and the sold sticker firmly, which he triple-checked, just to make sure, Matt was now satisfied with his work. Though his hands still lingered on the meatgirls body, exploring again the soft flesh, especially the rear and the breasts, his hands running freely over the delicate soft skin, before reluctantly leaving, closing the door and securing the produce until needed again.
It felt wonderful being placed back inside the storeroom by Matt, even though I had wanted him to take advantage of me, that wasn’t going to happen and I had requested to be put away again so that it didn’t. Once he had me in place his hands seemed to linger as he inspected my skin, it felt really nice and my flesh tingled under his touch, again I would have allowed him to take me, use me, if he so wanted. His hands did appear to stay longer on my breasts than previously, and again it felt delightful, my nipples letting me know that they too enjoyed the feeling of his hands.
The sound of the door closing let me know that Matt had now left me here as I had asked, I wasn’t sure where my husband Ollie was at this moment, he had made himself scarce after putting me and the other meatgirl away in the storeroom, so I had no idea just how long I would be left here inside with the other meatgirls, but then I was in no rush to leave, as the slow rhythmic dance began again, I knew that I was in for an enjoyable weekend.