You command her to bend forward as far as she can without toppling, so that her nipples brush the rough carpet. She moans under her gag when they do. You lie down in front of her and make her now rub her nipples onto your hardened cock. Drool is escaping from under her gag and running down her chest. The rope reddens her flesh as it cuts into her. (I brought her my red gloves and a red corset, then you returned me to the bedroom , bound me to the posts, turned out the lights and left me.)
You continued laying in front of her, stroking your oiled cock. This is the face of checked desire. Her eyes cannot look away. Her mouth wants cock in it. She is writhing, trying to escape and have what she desires. Her eyes beg you to let her have your cock.
The tension is terrible. If she topples she has failed. Every time she leans forward to get closer to your cock, she is in danger of failing. The punishment of this decline is frightening to think about. She shakes the fear out of her head . "No." "I must not fail, or he will punish me, and I will never have his cock." You are aroused at witnessing what is going through her thoughts.
You stand and begin to walk away from her. She is torn. She cannot stop twisting in her bindings. The rope has forced her tits to swell with pressure. She wants you to fuck her tits. The rope is cutting into her clit and the more she moves, the more it cuts. She wants to cum, but she knows if she does, there will be serious repercussions. Her ankles are tied and the rope ingeniously not only cuts into her ankles but her thighs. All of her sensual points are aroused, and yet you refuse her. When will she have release? Or...will she have release? You exit the sliding door and go outside. You can hear her whimpers through the glass. She is ready to be fucked. However. She needs to learn that you decide when that will be. She is in a brightly lit room. You stand outside on the deck in the dark and you watch her. Her eagerness makes you hard again. You glance up at a dark window. Soon enough. You breathe the night air.
