As a submissive bondage whore, I live for the feeling of being completely owned and controlled by my dominant partner. Today, I found myself in the dungeon of a powerful man who had big plans for me.
He began by tying my wrists tightly above my head, leaving me vulnerable and exposed. He then attached a leash to my collar and led me over to a large wooden X-frame where he secured each leg at the ankles and knees with heavy chains. With nowhere left to go but where he wanted me, I felt an intense mix of fear and arousal coursing through my veins.
Next came the gag in my mouth – it was thick enough that all I could do was moan around it as he tied it off securely behind my head. The look on his face told me that this wasn’t nearly enough; he wanted more from me than just submission. So he continued binding every part of me: first wrapping rope around each breast until they were firmly bound together before moving downwards towards lower regions…
As if reading his thoughts about what came next (which perhaps he did), there was suddenly pressure against both sides of our hips as wide leather cuffs were locked into place – effectively immobilizing us both while still allowing some movement within those limits set forth by our captor/lover’s desires .
With every inch of skin covered in soft yet restricting fabric or cold metal restraints ,I couldn’t help but feel completely helpless under his control . But despite this newfound vulnerability , something inside told me
that this was exactly where I belonged – at his mercy, completely exposed and open to whatever he wished to do with me.
As if sensing my thoughts, he began to run his hands over my body, tracing the lines of rope and leather that bound me so tightly. His touch sent shivers down my spine as he teased each sensitive area in turn: flicking the tip of a whip against my bare skin; running ice-cold chains across nipples hardened by fear and anticipation; caressing the soft flesh between my legs through the thin layer separating us.
With every passing moment, it became clearer that this wasn’t just about control for him – there was an intense desire burning beneath his surface too. And when at last he positioned himself behind me on all fours (our bodies now connected only by our restraints), I knew what was coming next…
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