There was no longer any doubt that she enjoys what he does to her. The teasing, the tickling, the erotic torment, the riding crop. Even with her mouth forced wide open by the o-ring gag, she still had a big smile. As he walked toward her, then as he began. His hands all over her body. it. As he was enjoying doing what he does to her,.there was only one thing that she wanted. And that was more!
When he walked into what he thought was an empty apartment in an upscale neighborhood – the cops call it breaking and entering – he heard a noise, something like moans. What he found was a cute damsel tied to a chair. Her wrists and elbows pulled back hard and tight, her legs spread invitingly wide. Ballgagged. With a look on her face that said what she really wanted from him. Not untied But something that would make her squeal
He had introduced her to bondage. Now she was learning about its brutality, her wrists pulled up into a painful reverse prayer. Ballgagged. Frogtied. And struggling hard. But something else was happening. Her young sexual engine was kicking into high gear. The whimpering began to sound like moans. And the room began to fill with the cent of a very aroused young woman. Was she enjoying the bondage torment? The answer just might be yes.
Tight ropes usually leave marks on her soft skin. She worried about what the brutal chains would do. Wrapped around her wrists, pulling her elbows tight. Around her ankles and then used for a hogtie. Ducttape gagged, she could only make those whimpering sounds. Escape? That was something she couldn’t even think about. Not even difficult. Impossible. But she still had to struggle, to try. Which she did.
It happened so quickly, so easily, that it surprised even her. She had become HIS bondage toy; she could not imagine playing these games with anyone else, letting anyone else do what he does. His teasing, tickling, erotic torment. The sound and feel of the riding crop, the leather smacking hard against her soft young skin. His firm hands on her. She could barely move, there would be no escape even if she wanted to. She didn’t
He could do whatever he wanted to her, any time he wanted to do it. It didn’t matter if she enjoyed it, the bonus is that she did. The brutal suspension bondage hogtie started it; the taste of the rope, a rope gag pulled tight between her lips. Then feel of the riding crop against her soft young body, the smacking sound filling the room. And more. Her whimpering sounds becoming erotic moans as her sexual engine was pushed over the edge.
Bondage always gets her young sexual engine moving faster. He had tied her legs as she lay on the bed, spread wide. But then bound her wrists in front. Giving her the erotic feelings of the tight bondage. And the chance – what she had always wanted – to push herself over that sexual edge. Sliding her fingers beneath her now-soaked thong panties. Her breathing – and her moaning – would say it all. Moments that she would enjoy. And never forget.