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Added: June 13, 2020 |
Category: Submission
Leather straps constrict her entire body into a tight hogtie, face down on the cushioned box. New to bondage with only a couple of shoots in her past, she has never experienced helplessness similar to this. I watch as sweat starts to bead on her face. She is nervous. She claims it is difficult to breathe and gasps but I understand she’s lying. She’s only desperately seeking a way to gain back some of their control she ever gave up.The exaggerated gasping doesn’t have the intended impact on me next she begins pleading, first with her voice then with her eyes again, but that does not work either. I’ve seen this action before. Her feigned distress makes me want to pull the straps to show her I’m being on her, to show her how bad it can get, but I resist the urge. For the time being, anyhow. If I am patient, I will lure her into deeper.Later on, with a thick dildo buried deep within her cunt and a vibrator pressed hard against her clitshe gives into the relentless buzzing and throbbing between her thighs. I watch with amusement as she sucks air to her lungs so breaths that are full, her attempts at deception abandoned. She screams as her own body writhes and convulses in orgasm. Her eyes glaze over with joy and now she is gasping for actual, exhausted in the muscular contractions inside her stomach and buttocks. All traces of hesitation and the fear that existed earlier are gone nowand replaced with something else. . .raw excitement. She’s hooked, and there is not any going back. |