Sliding your slick finger in and out of your moist, virgin, pussy ever so slowly, you dreams one of your very favorite fantasies. Your eyes are covered by a thick darkness bringing blindfold, preventing you from seeing the mysterious man who stands in front of you, tormenting you. The unseen Master dominating you in your very dreams. Your wrists are locked together in a large single bondage sleeve behind your back, forcing you to jut your C-cup breasts out, and keeping your posture straight, at the same time that they confine your slender arms. Your sensitive nipples shiver as they are continually exposed to the cold constricted touch of the black PVC catsuit that this man has forced on to your body when you were taken. Your legs, covered in long thigh length high heeled boots, were forced apart by a rather menacing spreader bar, removing your ability to close your legs, or even obstruct the man's view of the open zipper, and beneath it your, soaking cunt. With your mouth gagged by a red ball gag, You can do nothing in your erotic fantasy beyond wait for the unseen master to use you as he sees fit. All the while the fantasy self of the masochistic girl grows ever wetter and wetter, turned on rather then truly frightened by your helpless predicament.
But soon You start to feel the sensation that have been waiting for since the fantasy began. A slightly chill runs through your body, brought on by a distinct coldness starting to surround your PVC bound nipple. The sensation could only be one thing. The man must be suckling on your nipple through your catsuit. Incapable of handling your pent up arousal, the bound girl can do nothing but scream loudly in need into the gag placed inside of your mouth.
But your ever so desperate cry of need, is not met positively from the faceless dominant. “Silence you worthless slut.” He shouts angrily in a rough and powerful voice, one strong enough to send chills all the way down your spine. “You will do as you're told when told to and nothing else, you fucking whore.” In response to your disobedience attempts at speech, one of his hands reaches out and grabs your right nipple tightly through the catsuit, Giving it a very powerful pinch. Again You cannot help but scream into your gag, this time in pleasurable pain rather then more simple sensations, as the punishment takes it's toll on your fragile form.
Slowly the girl starts to return to reality. You softly shudder with need, powerful orgasm coming it's way through your body, on the verge of taking hold of her body and riding her straight into pleasure. Your breath is hot and heavy, and your bare chest rises and falls helplessly. Even your thick horn rimmed glasses have fogged up entirely with your hot breath, the fantasy being much to hot for you to handle. Panting ever so softly you starts to slow down or probing, anger starting to take hold of you. Finally you come to a stop, drawing your wet fingers out of your needy pussy.
This should be someone for real, not your imagination. Why can't you find a man to take hold of you and bring you to his feet? Was there something wrong with you that you didn't know about? You really did need to find out why this was. |