Enslaved By Pleasure

Bound and tethered on my knees for him, the sweet thrill of surrender envelops me.

His fingers delicately coax my face upward, a silent invitation to surrender.

He slowly unzips, each element revealing more of his hidden desire.

Enthralled, every sense heightened, I'm ensnared in a web of tantalizing temptation.

As his fingers dance over my lips, His cock springs forth, mirroring the rhythm of his touch.

A sultry whisper in the air; I already know it's time to indulge his craving.

Today, I am to be nourished only by his essence.

He strokes himself inches before my face.

I sit in silence, lips slightly parted, an embodiment of anticipation.

His touch traces my face, a dance of desire on my skin.

He lingers tantalizingly out of reach.

His mastery of restraint, a tantalizing dance of self-control, astounds me.

Today, my own release will be withheld.

Today, I am destined to be fervently utilized, an object of desire.

My hands are firmly bound to the wall behind me, they rest against my lower back, tethered and awaiting his command.

My back is straight, slightly arched, poised in flawless surrender.

My knees spread.

My nipples are erect.

Today, only my mouth remains unbound.

The hour of indulgence has arrived; it's time to sate his desire.

As he pulls and pinches my erect nipples, my desires swell, a hunger for far more than what will be provided.

Clad in my chastity belt, every movement is deliciously confined, constricting any pleasure I may gain from rubbing myself against it.

His breath quickens a telltale sign of his mounting anticipation, almost at the brink.

Gazing up into his eyes, I witness his liberation as his cum spurts into my waiting mouth.

MMmmmm…

The taste is exquisite and intoxicating.

I swallow, embracing the raw intensity of the moment, thirsting for more.

Tethered firmly, I am a vessel brimming with anticipation, yearning for the next indulgent offering.