Mark M Bulmer

"I like the throbbing cock," she said as she entered the room. "I like the hard of it."

I'd been contained before. Held.

"You're ready."

Today was different. Hands and feet bound, eyes covered, body stretched out, back arched. I was completely powerless.

"What shall I do first?"

Leather touched my bum.

"One little smack," the leather departed, "and you'd be done."

Don't. Please don't. Not yet. Hold it.

"A touch."

A fingertip brushed just below my knee. My gasp should have woken gods dead centuries.

"Delight."

Footsteps, so soft, barely touching the floor.

"You're firm." Her latex covered hand closed on my ass cheek. "You should cum now."

I didn't want to obey. It was such an exquisite, growing tear within me, I would have contained it for days had I been able.

I was not.

"So obedient." Her gloved hand stroked across my back. "Done in two minutes … and you've paid for two days."

I was ready again.

"I'll have such fun."