Bondage and submission is my playground. My masters are always finding new ways to dominate me, and I love every second of it. They tie me up with thick ropes, binding my wrists and ankles tightly, leaving me completely helpless and exposed. The feeling of my flesh being pulled and stretched by the rough ropes is both exhilarating and terrifying, but I know that they won’t hurt me. They take their time, admiring their handiwork before moving in for the main event.
One of them grabs a flogger, the leather tails whistling through the air as they approach me. I tense up, anticipating the sting that’s about to come. But instead of hitting my bare skin, they start to tease me, running the tails over my body, tracing the lines of my collarbones and down my stomach. I whimper in frustration, wanting more but not daring to ask.
Finally, they land the first blow on my ass cheek, and I yelp in surprise. It stings, but not unbearably so. They continue, alternating between sharp smacks and gentle caresses, building up a rhythm that has me squirming in my bonds. My pussy is dripping wet with anticipation, aching for their touch.
Suddenly, they stop the flogging and move behind me. I feel their warm breath on my neck as they whisper, “You’ve been such a good girl, Damon. Time for a reward.” They spread my legs wide, exposing my wet cunt to their hungry eyes. Without warning, they plunge two fingers deep inside me, filling me up and claiming me as their own. I moan loudly, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through my body. They start a slow, sensual pace, their fingers finding my G-spot and rubbing it in just the right way. I’m close to cumming already, but they pull out and replace their fingers with their cocks, one after the other.
I gasp as they stretch me wider than I ever thought possible, my body taking them both without complaint. They begin to thrust in and out, their hips slapping against my ass cheeks in a primal rhythm. I can feel the head of one cock pressing against my g-spot, driving me wild with need. They’re in sync, moving together like a well-oiled machine, their breathing growing ragged as they take me harder and faster.
As I approach my climax, they stop suddenly, leaving me hanging on the edge. I whimper in frustration, begging them to let me cum. But they just chuckle and pull out, leaving me empty and wanting more. They continue to tease me, rubbing their cocks against my swollen clit and ass, taunting me with their touch.
