Don’t tell me what you’re going to do next.
I’m blindfolded. I’m gagged. My wrists are cuffed to the beam in the garage. My legs are spread with a bar and I’m barely standing on my toes. I’m scared shitless, and I love it.
I’m shivering and showing goosebumps, partly from fear, but it’s chilly in here. You get out the clamps and place them on my beautiful, hard nipples. I shriek but the sound is muffled. You get out that long, thick dildo you bought today. You just lube it up and shove it in. Another muffled shriek.
See the wetness appear and begin to drip down my legs as you pump it in and out.
You haven’t even touched my clit yet.
You pick up the cat o’ nine tails, and begin whacking my ass as you continue pumping the dildo. My breaths are short and quickening. You keep whacking, keep pumping. You drop the cat and begin working my clit with your hand as you continue pumping.
My body is now flushed, and goosebumps are replaced with sweat. My breathing is still quick, but deeper. I am losing control. Not that I had any control to lose.
This time you hear the shrieks clearly through the gag, and then I collapse. Well, as much as anyone practically hanging from rafters can collapse. You quickly release my wrists and remove the spread bar. I’m still blindfolded and gagged.
Don’t tell me what you’re going to do next. Call me. And DO IT!
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