MiKnights

His arms were outstretched, wrists secured in cuffs that dangled from overhead….legs parted, ankles locked into shackles that were bolted to the floor. His body had been teased, tantalized, exquisitely tormented until it glistened with perspiration….his defenseless cock crafted into the hardest, most desperately aroused erection he’d ever experienced in his life.

Next, it was the bondage chair that was bolted to the floor…countless straps securing him to the device, leaving him completely immobilized as she continued her sensual torment of her captive, his mind beginning to reel as his body began to tremble from sensual sensory overload.

And then? The bondage table. His limbs spread and bound to the corners. Helpless, vulnerable, and exposed as her curves prowled over him like a seductive tigress… taunting him with their nearness as her soft hands, warm mouth, and velvety tongue wickedly worked his body into a state of feverish, erotic desperation.

And now, trussed up on a bench, coils of rope binding his hands to his thighs. By now his mind is reeling… floating… lost in a swirling whirlwind of dazed subspace, broken by the power of her female sensuality. His cock now crimson, engorged, achingly hard as it throbs with its need for release… helplessly weeping tears of precum.

A purr of pure female lust escapes her when his mouth opens willingly, accepting his fate. Although his desperate arousal will continue to build and be denied, hers will not. The look on his face is nearly enough to send her dripping, quivering folds over the edge.

In a husky, sultry voice she taunts, “Aww, what’s the matter baby? Are you nervous? Don’t be scared, sweetheart….this is going to be so much fun, you’ll see.”