Chained

[Dylan-8755]

The leather restraints dig into your wrists as you test the bindings, both of them held up high above your head. You look down at your body your clothes have been torn, leaving only your black thong which only just contains your womanhood as the cool air kisses your soft delicate skin. Then you feel them.... those eyes.... the eyes of perverted men and women taking in your *** figure. Your round soft curves, your sharp feminine edges. Those eyes glide up your slick legs, slowly up from your bare feet, up your calves and then finally over your thick delicious thighs. God those thighs! They deserved to be wrapped around someones waist, pulling them in tighter and deeper into you. Or around their head, restraining them in place forcing them to worship you as they struggle to breathe. Instead, those thighs were held apart from the leather restraints around your ankles, meaning there was no way to cover your most intimate regions. The lustful audience having an exceptional view of the black thong as it slips back over your groin and up between the cheeks of your divine arse.

From behind you, the sound footsteps approach you, they're simultaneously quiet and deft but also deafening in the cold, dark room. You try to turn, desperate to see, the chains connected to the leather restraints jangling softly. A hand grips your long hair pulling it down firmly, forcing a gasp from your lips as your face is turned up to the ceiling. The heat from the body behind you rediates onto your back as the predator takes a deep breath in through the nose, taking in your scent as his own musky pheromones invade your nostrils. The sex chemicals stimulate your brain, encouraging you to melt like butter in his vicinity, the weight of your body relying almost solely on the leather restraints to keep you up. Those same chemicals command your hot adrenaline filled *** to pool in your crotch, *** vessels and capillaries constricting and dilating. Your legs quiver unsure whether to spread wider or constrict, but either decision impossible due to the restraints. With your throat exposed, the man behind you wraps a black leather collar around your neck, the buckle is fastened tightly so your being slightly ***d. Your breath quickens, being both scared and excited. *** yet empowere. Chained yet free.

[Ashley-6685]

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