I stand for a minute, surveying my handiwork. I have never tied a sleeping man to the bed before and am impressed at how I managed to do it without waking him. He looks so peaceful lying there, naked, except for the fur-lined restraints adorning his wrists and ankles like the calm before the storm, I think to myself. I can feel my clitoris starting to tingle, as I think about what is going to happen next. I have waited for this moment for so long, building my confidence to the point where I can take charge for a change and show this fuck buddy of mine whos going to be boss today. Of course, I let him fuck me, throw me about and slap my face earlier this evening, but that was only to lull him into a false sense of security and tire him out so I can have my wicked way with him for the rest of the night.
I pick up one of my purple feather nipple clamps from the bedside table and take a deep breath as I start to brush it gently over his chest. My other hand slides between my legs as I push a finger effortlessly into my tingling pussy, coating it with my sweet sticky juices.
I groan as I pull my finger out, longing for it to stay inside me, but knowing it has a far more important job to do. I can see my finger glistening in the soft light of the bedside lamp as I move it towards your face and hold it just below you nose, so the smell of my sex fills you head as your breathe in, wanting this to be the first stimulation of your senses as you wake. The feather is now teasing the tops of your thighs causing you to twitch and moan. I wonder what you are dreaming about; Is it me? What are we doing? Is it some secret fantasy you have not yet shared with me? Or is it some other bitch you havent told me about? Some little slut you have tucked away in secret somewhere? Some dirty little fucking whore that you have your wicked way with when youre not with me? Suddenly, I feel a wave of anger rush through me. Ill fucking show you, you bastard and before I know what has come over me, I have dropped the feather and slapped you hard around the face with my right hand.
What the fuck? comes your response, a second before the realisation that you are helplessly restrained. Of course, you struggle and try to free yourself; you are a bloke after all and therefore genetically programmed to resort to brute force to resolve situations like this, but your efforts are in vain my expert skills in attaching the restrains have made sure of that. OK the jokes over untie me now. Youve had you fun
Oh, my darling, I coo, I have barely begun. There is so much more fun I am going to have with you
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