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Added: August 8, 2018 |
Category: Submission
Queen straps constrict her body in a tight hogtie, face down on the cushioned box. New to bondage with just a small number of shoots in her past, she has never experienced helplessness similar to this. I see as perspiration starts to bead on her face. She is nervous. She gasps and claims it is hard to breathebut I understand she’s lying. She is only desperately seeking a way to get back some of their control she gave up.The exaggerated gasping doesn’t have the intended effect on me so next she starts yelling, initially with her voice and then with her eyes, but it doesn’t work either. I’ve seen this act before. Her feigned distress makes me want to pull off the straps tighter, to show her how easy I am being on her, to show her how bad it will get, but I resist the urge. For the time being, anyhow. If I’m patient, I can lure her in deeper.Later on, with a thick dildo buried deep inside her cunt along with a vibrator pushed hard against her clit, she gives into the constant buzzing and throbbing between her legs. I see with subdued amusement as she readily sucks air into her lungs so long full breaths, her attempts at deception now abandoned. She screams as her own body writhes and convulses in orgasm. Her eyes glaze over with joy and she is gasping for real, exhausted in the muscle contractions inside her stomach and thighs. All traces of this fear and hesitation that occur earlier are gone nowand replaced with something else. . .raw excitement. She is hooked, and there is no going back. |
