After almost a month of complete chastity, you can imagine my excitement when Heron told me to take off my clothes and kneel in the center of the bed. Beaming from ear to ear, it might as well have been Christmas morning!
Kneeling with legs slightly spread, my wrists bound behind my back.
Rope...attached to the cuffs on my ankles, secured to the far corners of the headboard.
My upper body lays back, shoulders pressed against the mattress, back arching, tits pointing to the ceiling.
Rope...attached to the cuffs on my wrists, slides underneath me, secured to the center of the footboard.
My folds instantly lay open like a flower, completely exposed, throbbing with anticipation.
Nipples standing erect, longing to be touched. Smaller rope...attached to each one, secured to the far corners of the headboard, pulling them up and away from my body.
More rope. Thicker, coarser rope now wrapped around my neck, also tied to the headboard.
Everything pulled tight. I lose myself, finding comfort in the discomfort it brings, wondering what will be His next move.
The dildo glistens with my saliva, parting my lower lips, filling the ache between my legs.
The wand buzzes wildly on my clit, pressing and rotating, driving me to the edge almost instantly.
Pulling away just in time, He encourages my body to follow, taunting and teasing me with words.
Half of my body, squirming and desperate to move those few inches, seeking to find the source of pleasure. The other half, fighting against the bonds that hold me.
Nothing matters except the greediness that consumes me, the ultimate desire to fill the emptiness and quench the fire.
Finally finding what I need so badly, I ride the torment and the explosion seems to never end.
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