One Night Stand
He knew she was a crazy bitch, but never imagined he’d be bound and gagged in his own bedroom, teased and denied for hours. He was usually the one controlling the scene, and being taken this way was exhilarating and frightening. But he knew he was truly lost when she added the zipper and started vibing and riding, her cunt so slick and tight, clamping on him, his cock and balls ready to burst, helpless with need. She pulled the string, and the ripped pegs felt like fire. He exploded, screaming and cumming, thrusting deep into her like a piston, completely out of control.
He awoke, alone, daylight streaming through the windows. As the memory of last night came to him he bolted upright, happy to be unbound. There were faint marks on his wrists and ankles. His phone was blinking. She had sent him a picture of himself, passed out but still bound, cum all over his waist and thighs, a boyish smile on his lips.
All her message said was “You’re mine.”
Wow!!!damn I need to zipper Pup again. It’s been too long.
Clothes pegs (pins) are such fun, versatile things!
You’re close.. but she’s coming.
This is a good idea, but I’d like to see some nice leather thigh cuffs at the top of the stockings instead.
Agreed, but oh MY this is a nice idea. A collar around the neck is one thing, but connecting a leash to a thigh cuff… when the other thigh cuff is “just there for future use”… it draws the eye and the mind in a way that a neck collar doesn’t.
A spider checking her webs for caught prey isn’t always disappointed.
Someone asked “What the hell is 68?”
It’s like 69… you’re both in position for it… but the only think she does for you in return is give you a great case of blue balls.
What down time would be like
*hopes Mistress sees this to try*