My 1st Fantasy

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Im restrained—not harshly, but elegantly. Silk ties or soft leather cuffs hold my wrists above my head, tethered to the headboard or maybe a beam, something that makes me feel just *** enough to heighten every sensation. I am blindfolded, so I don’t know what’s coming—but I can hear the soft sound of their breath as they circle me, slow and deliberate, like a predator toying with its prey.

My “punishment” is sensory overload. Every brush of a feather, every drop of something cool (is that… melted chocolate or a touch of oil?) makes me twitch and gasp. They speak to me in low tones—compliments, commands, maddening little teases like:

“You don’t get to squirm away now, do you? This is what happens when you disobey.”



They trace around my most sensitive spots without ever going quite where I want them to. They make me beg. Not just with words—but with my whole body. Arching. Pleading. Desperate for touch that only comes in maddening, exquisite fragments.

They reward good behavior… eventually. Maybe with a slow kiss, or a hand that finally gives me what I’ve been aching for—but only after I say the magic word. And mean it.

[Ca****]

That's very hot. I can see the appeal. The anticipation of touch electrifies your entire body making the touch almost like a shock. Gets the juices flowing, and a gush when the touch finally comes. Excellent fantasy, thank you for sharing.

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Sounds interesting

[Pr****]

Damn, sis! This pice is wonderful!