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| The clothing I have been forced into is tight and confining. The corset limits my breathing but I enjoy its confinement. The stockings attached to it make a gentle swishing sound as my bound legs struggle for freedom. The heels locked to my feet force my calves into cramps unless I relax. Relaxation is hardly possible considering my excited state.
Sometimes it feels so incredible just to be in tight, stringent bondage. To struggle against the inescapable restraints until I am exhausted and can struggle no more.
Sex does not always have to occur. My tormentor can bring me back to the edge with a gentle or forceful but brief touch.
My bonds do not allow me to touch my chastised penis and my frustration quickly mounts.
My captor now decides it is "their time". I hear the click of heels coming towards me, feel hands unbuckle the gag from the back of my head but my blindfold is not removed. I feel their silken panties being dragged across my face. Their muscular stocking clad thighs lock my head like a vice. I feel my captor begin to lower themselves towards my face....but what will I taste next...?
Eventually you are satisfied and after a time I am released. I will now wait for my opportunity, after you drift off into sleep, to give you a taste of the pleasure and sensations that you gifted to me.
Bi-curious cd that loves to dress and loves to give and receive bondage, gags, chastity and cbt. Loves long term tight bondage scenes.
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