The Boss' Daughter was angry with me. That's alright. I knew this was going to happen. She convinced herself of something that she thought was real, but it turns out was wrong!

So, she was mad, and demanded that I make it up to her after the show. So I did. I tied her down to a rack, and started to fuck her. Every thrust of mine was accompanied by the ropes holding her arms and legs stretching out. When she orgasmed - which she hadn't yet, I was still playing with her, they would not inch away, but they would yank hard.

"You think this makes up for this?" she demanded as I caused her limbs to stretch out past their natural length. Standing between her legs, I could lean over her to further titillate her body. "Just using my body like your sex toy?"

"Well," I said as she couldn't help but roll her hips before me. I cast a glance at her knees, now more than a meter away from where they started, "that was the deal, right? We keep things physical, and you wanted to be on the show."

"AH!" She yelled out. Not a mousy one at all. I watched her body stretch another foot, her body tightening at the pulls, including around me. "I didn't agree to have sex with your other performers!"

Oddly enough, the fact that I had sex with them wasn't a problem for her. She knew the relationship was open in that regard. "You wanted to be on the show, you knew it was a possibility," I informed her as I pulled out. I produced a good sized dildo and stuck it in to take my place. Then I ducked under her long, long, legs and arms to her head. There was nothing supporting it, so it was easy for me to tilt her back, and push into her mouth.

"Hrm!" she complained as I filled her throat, leaning forward to better play with her gorgeous breasts.

I blew my load there, and she swallowed.

"Now," I said as she panted, the device between her legs still working, "I have an offer for you," I said as I traced a line with my finger up and down her heavenly body.

"What would that be?" she asked.

"Well," I returned to her loins, and removed the machine, replacing it with my fingers, "You keep performing, and I can accommodate your desires, as long as you accommodate mine." The offer was legitimate. "Of course, I won't ask you to come to every show. I'm sure the Boss has other designs for you."

What I didn't tell her was that the Boss was in the audience this night.

"The other is that after you go home, we never do this again. No personal calls. No performing. However, until you go home, you won't say no or object at all."

"You have more?" she asked, curiosity in her voice.

"I have so much more," I confirmed. "Things I don't do for the public."

She twisted tight around my fingers, and her arms and legs extended further out. "Let me guess," she panted, "you'll take off my arms and legs, and toss me out to the audience to gang-bang?"

I huffed. "Of course not! Only the Bimbo likes that, and only on special occasions." I tilted my head. "Unless you want to?"

"Hell no!" she replied. "But you know what?" she cast about to look at her enlongated arms and legs and me standing at their juncture, "Deal. No sex with women, and I want to see what you keep hidden in your private places," she suggested.

I looked down. "You already know that," I said with a smirk. "Alright, let me do this then." I reached up and snapped my fingers. As though by magic - and because it was - the bindings around her limbs released with a snap, and her body was restored to its normal proportions in a blink.

"Ahhh!" she arched her back as the sensation of compression came over her. "That's so...!

"One last chance to back out," I said, "before I do something you might regret to you."

"Never," she confirmed. "I won't go back on my word."

I reached under the small rack she still lay on, and pulled out something special. She tried to see, but I held the items behind my back as I walked around to her head again. I then showed her the collar that was in one hand. "Nice," she commented as she exposed her neck for me to put on, making sure it was tight. "What else?" she asked.

I responded by attaching a chain to the collar, one that was attached to the wheels that pulled on her just a few moments ago. "Not done yet," I said as I circled back around to her loins, dripping with sweat and other juices. This time, I revealed to her a barbed dildo. She gasped, and I pushed it into her pussy, finding purchase and grip. This, I attached to one of the chains that held her legs.

"You wouldn't!" she said, though she did nothing to stop me. She could have reached between her legs to try and pull out the dildo, but she did not.

I reached under the rack again, and this time, pulled out the last item to use. It was a long sword. I laid it to rest over her stomach, showing its length to her, reaching from her groin to her neck. "Once again," I said, "ever thrust is a small tug. Every orgasm is a large one."

She was gasping now, and before I could do anything, the chains tightened, yanking on her neck and pussy. She screamed in pleasure and pain, then relaxed as much as she could, her body stretching out. Then, I slid the sword into the small gap in the dildo, shoving it all the way up into her. Another tug, and I watched as her stomach tightened and stretched.

I slid the slick blade out of her, then laid it across her belly. "And when you're pulled apart far enough," I informed her, "I'm going to cut you in half, and see how far your two halves go when all the tension is released. Just for my amusement."

"Do it!" she said through the tight collar.

I did.