Deleted Member Posted April 23 When focus came to him and an awareness unfolded he had not the slightest clue, he'd begun to be moulded. Although conversations were had and scenarios suggested, "so soon...?" He thought to himself "mistress really is invested" Suprise himself so early on, already obeying rule, for speak not unless spoken to, or Mistress shall be cruel. Attempts to gather thoughts futile, his body held so tight, her smile... Looked down upon him standing tall, as if awaiting him crawl. Attempt to move though fully aware, now that he's trapped inside the lair, dark candle lit room only a chair, and protest he doth not even dare. His body candle lit and glowing, oils drip and glaze and muscles showing. Hands pulled taut firmly behind back, he feels the single rope used intact, extending all so far down crack, and gripping sweetly his ballsack. A cruel but divine attachment to his ankles and of 10 just 2, big toes on each large feet bound tight, creating a state he cannot fight, for with each feeble writhe or wiggle, he moans and groans as his queen does giggle. The extension of his binding ties, and erotic exhibit for the eyes. Meat bound and pulled attached to toes , executed by Mistress and she well knows, the more he moves the suffering grows. And all exposed and on display, such treats on offer and she won't pay, mouth spread, buttocks open, man meat ready to be broken, meaty sensitive feet presented, already for him to be ***ed. Click clock of heels as she surveys, anticipation overplays, his mind and body both so keen, for what is to be done by queen. A slippery wet silky grip so quick, glides down his throbbing shaft like trick. He gasps and writhes and toes do wiggle, and such his balls suffer and queen giggles. 5 minutes of more a torturous heaven, of wet soft edging the clock turns seven. Only just 2 hours have passed by. His cock so tender he wants to cry. But to himself he cannot deny. More more more more he will not lie. She giggles out of sight behind him He freezes tenses a *** in whim The candles burning out do dim Hot oils splashing on his skin She giggles and he feels her cock So hard and thick just like rock It slaps against his soles like a dock Then wet warm slurping ascends like a flock Of hungry predator on prey but this is not all dismay A long wet tongue does gently play Around his orifice a feast for Days The slurpingly sloppy noises echo As queens cock slides down sole to toe A gentle just suggestive hand Intermittent does just land Around the hard denied bound shaft As she works like a witch perfecting craft The candle lit shadows upon the wall An image erotica does fall Even if no bounds he would not crawl.
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