Under your control?
I watch you from across the room, my eyes locked on yours, challenging you in silence. Do you think you can just stand there, motionless, merely staring at me? My smile curves as much as the gag allows, a fleeting glimmer, while my fingers graze the hem of my dress. I lift it with deliberate slowness, as if clawing at it, letting the fabric caress my skin, revealing it inch by inch.
I turn slowly, offering you a brazen view of my ass, showing off the panties I chose for you today. My hands slide downward again, toying with the elastic, pulling them down just enough to set your desire ablaze. Inviting you to be the one to drag them to the ropes around my knees, no further. I sway my hips, rolling them slightly in a calculated motion, an invitation you won’t ignore.
Still there? Good, let’s play harder. I tilt my head, letting a thread of saliva slip between the ballgag and my lower lip, dripping onto my hand. My fingers grow slick, slippery, as I hold your gaze. One of them traces an intimate path, disappearing with premeditated slowness into my tight little ass. A feigned sigh escapes my lips, but you don’t even notice because you’re already hard. Rock hard.
I won’t tell you how wet I am inside from writing this to you. So you think that, even bound, I have absolute control over what it is between your legs.
