Captured at home

As Chrissie tied me up, I could feel my heart racing with anticipation and fear, but also a strange sense of excitement. I knew she was up to something, and I couldn't help but feel both terrified and aroused by the thought of being completely at her mercy. I focused on trying to keep my breathing steady, hoping she wouldn't notice the rapid pace of my heartbeat under the tight bindings.

Once she had me secured in place, Chrissie began to play with me, running her hands over my body, teasing my nipples and sensitive areas. She would then stop and taunt me with her fingers, never allowing me to reach climax. She would pull my gag off slightly, revealing her perfect breasts and thrust them into my face, only to push my head back and re-gag me with a powerful tug. She continued this cycle, making me want her more and more while keeping me frustrated and helpless. I could feel my arousal growing, even as I struggled against my bindings.

Chrissie then moved to a sitting position on the edge of the bed, and started stroking her cock, teasing me with its presence. She would rub it against my thighs and ass, getting me even more aroused before stopping and pushing it away. She would then kiss me passionately, her tongue dancing with mine as she ground her hips against me. Just as I thought she was going to free me, she would pull back and continue her torment, leaving me aching for release.

Finally, after hours of teasing and playing, Chrissie reached her climax, moaning and shuddering as she came all over my chest and stomach. She collapsed onto me, her weight pressing me into the bed, and stayed like that for a long moment. As her breathing slowed, she released her grip on me, allowing me to move and speak again. I couldn't believe what had happened, and was both relieved and aroused by the whole experience. But I also knew that I had fallen for this woman, and would do anything to be under her control again.

As Chrissie lay next to me, she looked into my eyes and smiled, "You know you loved it, don't you? The helplessness, the teasing, the bondage. It's what you really want, isn't it?" She ran her fingers through my hair, her voice soft and tender. "I'll be back for you, my captive. We'll have many more adventures together." And with that, she left me lying there, bound and gagged, but more satisfied than I ever thought possible.

Chrissie, a mysterious and alluring woman, had been watching my house for days, carefully studying my routines and habits. She knew exactly when I would be alone and vulnerable. As I approached the front door, she stepped out from behind a tree, a mischievous grin on her face. "Hello, handsome," she purred. Before I could react, she shoved me inside, slamming the door shut and locking it. "Don't struggle," she warned, pulling a gun from her backpack. "You're going to be my captive for the day."

I felt a shiver of fear and anticipation as I looked around the room. The only exit was the door we had just come through, and Chrissie held the gun firmly in her hand, a look of excitement and determination in her eyes. She slowly approached me, her hips swaying seductively, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to her. She reached out and brushed a strand of hair from my face, her touch sending shivers down my spine. "This is going to be fun," she murmured, her voice husky and low.

Without warning, she grabbed me and pinned me to the bed, throwing my arms above my head. In a flash, she produced a coil of rope from her backpack and expertly bound my wrists to the headboard. She smiled wickedly as she pulled my ankles apart and secured them as well. "Perfect," she murmured, stepping back to admire her handiwork. I felt utterly helpless and exposed, yet somehow aroused by the situation.
Chrissie moved closer, her fingers tracing the line of the rope that encircled my wrists. "Now for the fun part," she said, pulling a scarf from her pocket. She tied it firmly around my head, covering my mouth, muffling my cries. As she wound more scarves around my head, I tried to protest, but all that came out was a muffled whimper. With each layer, she tied it tighter, until I could barely breathe. My head felt heavy and dizzy, but I couldn't look away from her.
Chrissie knelt between my legs, her eyes burning with desire. "Now, my captive," she purred, "I'm going to have my way with you." And with that, she began to unbutton my shirt, her touch sending waves of pleasure through my body.

As I entered my house, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. It had been a long day at work, and I couldn't wait to relax in the comfort of my own home. Little did I know that my peace would be short-lived as Chrissie, my old high school friend, had other plans. She had been waiting for me, and as soon as I closed the door behind me, she pulled out a gun from her backpack and demanded that I go with her. Her eyes were wide with excitement as she led me to a bedroom, where she began tying me up with ropes and bandanas, securing my wrists, ankles, mouth, and even my chest. The situation was surreal, but I couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal as she teased and played with me, her eyes filled with mischief and desire.

With each knot tightened, the reality of my situation sank in. I was completely at Chrissie's mercy, unable to move or make a sound. She took her time, relishing in the process, adding layers upon layers of scarves and bandannas to my gag. The more I struggled, the more she would tighten the knots around my body, binding me tighter. I felt helpless and vulnerable, but also aroused by the intense restraints. As she teased me, her love interest in her captive became evident, her touches growing more intimate and sensual. She would whisper promises of release, only to pull the gag away and thrust her breast into my mouth, gagging me further. It was a cruel game, but I couldn't help but respond to her. My body betrayed me, aroused by the teasing and the anticipation of what was to come.

Chrissie continued to play with me, her eyes filled with a mix of mischief and love. She would pull off my gag and then teasingly replace it, her hands exploring my bound body as she did so. It was clear that she was falling for me, but she kept me completely helpless and gagged, unable to reciprocate her affections. She'd tickle me, rub against me, and even untie me momentarily before re-gagging me, only to start all over again. I could feel my body responding to her touch, even as I knew it was wrong. The tension between us grew, and I began to wonder if there was any way out of this twisted game we were playing. But as she continued to tease and torment me, I realized that I was lost in her web of desire, trapped by my own arousal and the thrill of her captivity.

I grunnted and squirmed into my restraints as my captress hungrily watched, she reached down and started fondling me, cupping my penis and balls, massaging them, coaxing me gently into a huge erection which she took full advantage of

Chrissie giggled as she watched my discomfort, her fingers expertly stroking my shaft and balls, teasing me to the brink of ecstasy. I grunted and squirmed in my restraints, struggling against the tight ropes that bound me, but they held fast. She leaned in close, her breath hot on my ear as she whispered, "You're mine now, Chrissie. You belong to me, and I'm going to have so much fun with you."

With a mischievous glint in her eye, she pulled a handful of scarves and bandannas from her backpack and approached me. She began to bind my head, expertly layering the soft fabrics over my mouth and nose, ensuring that I couldn't breathe easily. As I struggled against the gag, she patted my chest reassuringly, her fingers tracing a path down to my bound cock. My heart raced as she stroked me gently, her touch sending shivers of pleasure through my body.
Chrissie knelt between my spread legs, her eyes burning with desire as she looked at my bound form. She kissed the tip of my cock, then worked her way down my shaft, taking me into her mouth. I gasped into the gag as she sucked me deeply, her tongue dancing around the head of my cock. She moaned around me, her breath hot against my skin as she worked me towards release.
As I neared the peak, she pulled the gag from my mouth, her lips pressed against mine. "Sshh, don't make a sound, baby. Keep it down," she whispered. She then thrust her breast into my mouth, the nipple hard and begging for suction. I moaned around it, unable to resist the teasing temptation. She giggled, pulling her breast away and replacing the gag, her hand still working my cock.
With a final thrust, I came, my orgasm wracking my body as she milked me dry. She pulled back, a satisfied smile on her face, and resumed her gentle massage of my bound form. "That was fun, wasn't it, Chris? We'll have more later, when you're nice and rested." She untied me, freeing me from my bonds and helping me to my feet. "For now, you're going to be my little puppet, and I'm going to play with you as I please."

Too weak to resist, Chrissy bound me again in ropes, hands behind my back, ankles together and had me bunny hop into the closet where she lay me down on the floor and proceeded to wrap me up from head to toe in ropes. She then made a sleeping bag out next to me and rolled my bound body into it and zipping it up tight. She then straddled my chest, looking down on me triumphantly, and stuffed a wanted bandanna deep into my mouth, tying it in place with another bandanna, shushing me all the while. She then tied another bandanna in a wide band over my mouth, pulling the not tight behind my head and calling me a "a good boy!"

As Chrissie straddled me, I struggled on the floor, unable to move, trapped in the ropes and the sleeping bag, bound and gagged, helpless and at her mercy. She looked down at me with a wicked smile, her eyes filled with delight. She reached down and began to stroke my chest, running her fingers across my skin, teasing me with her touch.
"You're going to be such a good plaything for me," she purred. "I'm going to have so much fun with you."
My struggles grew more frantic, but the ropes held fast, and the gag kept my cries muffled. I felt her weight shift, and she began to unbutton her shirt, revealing a lacy black bra beneath. She pushed it off her shoulders, and I caught a glimpse of her breasts before the ropes and the bandannas covered my view.
"Now, now," she chided, "no peeking."
She leaned down and pressed her breasts against my lips, forcing them into my mouth. I could feel the softness of her skin and the hardness of her nipples against my teeth, but the gag made it impossible to suckle or respond in any way. As she held them there, she began to stroke my bound chest again, teasing me with her touch.
"You're going to love this," she whispered in my ear. "I'm going to make you feel so good."
With that, she pulled her breast away and stuffed another bandanna into my mouth, layering it on top of the others. I could barely breathe, but she didn't seem to care. She tied it off behind my head, securing it tightly, and I started to panic once more.
"Now, now," she cooed, "just relax and enjoy it. I'll be back soon."
And with that, she stood up and left the room, leaving me bound, gagged, and alone in the darkness of the closet.

(OOC You should be writing from the first-person view as Chrissie) * I struggled desperately in the dark closet, unable to move or make a sound. The smell of perfume from Chrissie's bandannas tied over my mouth and nose was overpowering and very roughly. I was a discarded plaything, stored away by my captress for her amusement when she was ready*

I felt the soft caress of Chrissie's hands on my body, her fingers tracing over my skin, ensuring that every inch of me was bound and restrained. The cries for help that I tried to utter were muffled by the gag, and the ropes that held my wrists and ankles were tighter than I could have imagined. I could feel the heat of her body against mine as she pressed herself against me, her breath warm on my neck. She began to whisper softly in my ear, telling me how helpless I was, how much she loved having control over me. It was both terrifying and arousing, knowing that this young woman had reduced me to nothing more than her plaything.

She stepped back, admiring her work, and then knelt down next to me. With a wicked grin, she pulled one end of a bandana from my gag, revealing my mouth. "Now, now, little one," she cooed, "it's time for your reward." Before I could protest, she thrust her breast into my mouth, her nipple pressing against my lips. I tried to resist, but the gag held fast, and I was powerless to stop her. She giggled as I struggled, enjoying the sensation of having control over my movements. When she was satisfied, she pulled the bandana back into place, sealing my mouth shut once more.
"There, there," she said, patting my head like a child. "Now you're all nice and quiet, just the way I like you."

Chrissie stood and began to explore the room, her footsteps echoing in the silence. I could hear her rummaging through her backpack, the sound of zippers and fabric rustling. My heart raced as I wondered what she would do next. She returned, carrying a length of rope and a small pair of scissors. With a wicked smile, she began to cut away at my bonds, one by one, until I was finally free.
"There you go," she said, her voice soft and sweet. "All better now."
But as I tried to stand, she pressed the gun against my back, forcing me to my knees once more. "No time to celebrate yet," she whispered in my ear. "We've only just begun."

I stood there not knowing what else to expect

I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, not knowing what else to expect as Chrissie continued to tie me up. She was very thorough, binding my wrists tightly to the bedpost with multiple wraps of thick rope, making sure I couldn't move them even an inch. She did the same to my ankles, binding them together and tying them to the opposite post. My body was now fully immobilized, leaving me helpless and completely at her mercy.
The realization of my predicament began to sink in as she slowly walked around me, admiring her handiwork. She then turned her attention to my mouth, pulling a large bandanna from her backpack and expertly gagged me, knotting it tightly behind my head. The fabric filled my mouth, muffling my cries and making it impossible to speak. I tried to struggle, but my body was so tightly bound that I couldn't even move a muscle.
Chrissie stood back, admiring her work again, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. She reached into her backpack and pulled out another bandanna, which she proceeded to fold into a small square and stuff into my mouth, pushing it between the gag and my tongue. I felt a gentle tug on the knot, securing the added gag in place. She repeated this process several times, layering bandannas on top of each other until my mouth was stuffed to the point of discomfort.
As she finished, Chrissie leaned in close to me, her warm breath tickling my ear. "There, now you're all nice and gagged. Don't worry; I'll be back to play with you soon," she whispered in a sing-song voice. My heart raced even faster as she stood up and winked at me, turning to leave the room. The door closed behind her with an ominous click, leaving me alone and helpless in the darkness of my own home.

As the minutes ticked by, I struggled against my bonds, trying to free myself, but they held firm. I could hear Chrissie's footsteps outside the room, and then silence as she presumably explored the rest of my house. My mind raced with fear and anticipation, wondering what she would do next. I couldn't help but feel a strange thrill mixed with terror as I imagined her returning to torment me further. The gag in my mouth made it difficult to think clearly, but I knew one thing was certain: I was her captive now, and she would do as she pleased with me.

Eventually, Chrissie returned, her footsteps echoing in the hallway outside the room. She entered carrying a small bag, which she set down on a nearby table. "Time to play," she sang, her voice light and playful. "I brought some toys to help us have a little fun." She undid the bag, pulling out what looked like a large dildo and some other items I couldn't identify. My heart raced even faster as she approached the bed, her gaze fixed on me.
"Now, now, no struggling," she admonished, her voice taking on a bratty tone. "You're my little captive, and I'm going to have my way with you. Just relax and enjoy it." She positioned herself between my legs, her smile wicked as she started to tease me with her fingers, pushing them inside me. I tried to moan through the gag, but it was useless; the layered bandannas muffled any sound.
As she worked me over, her touch growing more insistent, Chrissie began to pout and whisper baby talk to me, calling me her "little captive" and "her good boy." It was both humiliating and arousing, and I couldn't help but respond to her touch. She knew exactly how to push my buttons, how to make me writhe under her control. The bindings on my body grew tighter with each passing moment, my skin flushed and sensitive under her expert touch.
Finally, she reached her climax, crying out in pleasure as she rode my body, her hips bucking against my helpless form. She collapsed on top of me, her breath coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, I thought she would leave me there, bound and gagged, but then she surprised me by pulling the gag from my mouth, revealing a red, swollen face and a thick line of drool.
"There," she said with a satisfied smile, her eyes twinkling. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Now, you can relax and enjoy the rest of your stay." She replaced the gag, and I felt her hands begin to undo the knots that held me. The relief of being released from my bonds was short-lived, however, as she quickly retied me, leaving me bound and gagged once more.
"I'll be back for more fun later," she promised, her voice low and menacing. "Now, be a good boy and stay put." With that, she left the room, leaving me alone again to contemplate my fate and wonder what she had in store for me next.

*I wiggled and writhed in my bondage grunting into my gag, fully aroused and horny wondering if Chrissie would return and allow me to have a huge orgasm as she rode me as her bound and gagged captive*

As I lay there bound and gagged, I could hear the sound of Chrissie's footsteps approaching, my heart raced with anticipation of her return. She entered the room, a mischievous grin on her face, and her eyes gleamed with excitement. She knelt beside me, running her fingers through my hair and whispering softly in my ear, "You've been such a good boy, Chrissie loves you so much." She pulled a small vibrator from her pocket and began to stroke my hardened shaft, making soft moaning noises into my ear.

Chrissie proceeded to tease me, slowly increasing the intensity of the vibrations, adding layers of gag to my mouth, my chest and neck, each time she would slip the vibrator inside me. I squirmed and grunted, trying desperately to please her, but she only laughed and continued her torment. She would pull off a gag, only to push her breast into my mouth, gagging me again with the soft fabric. She would tease me with the vibrator, then remove it, only to rub her thighs against my bound and gagged body, making me crave more.

Finally, Chrissie gave in to her desire, mounting me and sliding down onto my cock. She rode me hard, moaning and groaning, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She leaned down to my ear, whispering dirty words and promises, pushing me to the brink of orgasm, but never allowing me to release. She continued this torture for what felt like hours, teasing and pleasuring me until she finally collapsed on top of me, panting and spent.

With a satisfied smirk, Chrissie removed the layers of gags and bandages from my body. She leaned in and kissed me softly on the forehead, "You were amazing, my love. Now, let's do it all over again tomorrow." And with that, she gathered her things and left me bound and exhausted, but more in love with her than ever before.

*Chrissie rode me hard, And I reached the climax, emptying huge amounts of cum deep into her and feeling her up, she loved the feeling! she then took another bandanna from her backpack, and wiped herself clean, wiped my penis dry and then shall the soil bandanna deep into my mouth, tying further layers overtop to hold everything in place*

As I lay bound and gagged, writhing helplessly, Chrissie seemed to take great delight in my struggles. She straddled my chest, her bound and gagged form pressing me into the bed, and began to pout and coo at me like a baby. "You're such a bad boy, Chrissie," she whispered in a sultry voice, her eyes filled with mischief. "You made me soooo dirty. Isn't it funny how much I love it when you make me feel that way?" She grinned wickedly and reached into her backpack, pulling out a large bandana. Before I could react, she had it pressed against my face, pushing it into my mouth and tying it tightly around my head. The sudden silence was deafening, and I felt my struggles grow weaker as the fabric muffled my cries.

Chrissie leaned down, her breath hot against my ear. "Now we're going to play a little game," she purred. "I'm going to take this bandana off, and then I'm going to let you make all the noises you want. But if you make too much noise, I'll just shove my tits in your face and gag you again. Okay?" She gave me a playful smack on the cheek, her bound breasts jiggling with the impact. I nodded frantically, trying to communicate my understanding through the gag. She pulled the bandana away, and I let out a loud moan of frustration.

"See?" she said, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "That's what I thought. No discipline." With a devious grin, she tugged at the fabric of her shirt, revealing her bare breasts. "But don't worry, I'll teach you." She pushed one of her nipples into my mouth, and I could taste the saltiness of her skin as she thrust it against the gag. "Mmm, that's a good boy." She teased, pulling it out just as I started to suckle. "Now be a good boy and stay quiet. I'll play with you some more when you're nice and quiet." She replaced the gag, and I felt the soft fabric muffle my cries once more.

As the day went on, Chrissie continued to tease and torment me, adding more layers of gagging material whenever I made too much noise. She would rub herself against me, grinding her hips and ass into my bound body, and even managed to get a few orgasms out of me before resetting my gag and letting me go. Each time she did, she would whisper sweet nothings in my ear, promising that she'd let me go once she was satisfied. And with each climax, I grew more and more in love with her. But the idea of being free seemed to recede further into the distance.

As the sun set, Chrissie looked at me with a satisfied smirk. "You've been such a good boy," she said, running her fingers through my sweaty hair. "I think it's time for you to rest now. But don't worry, we'll play some more tomorrow." She untied the knots that held my wrists and ankles, but left the gag in place. "Lie still, and don't make a sound. I'll be back for you in the morning." With that, she left the room, locking the door behind her, leaving me bound and gagged in my bedroom. The realization of my predicament washed over me like a wave, and I sank into my bound and gagged state, knowing that there was no escape from Chrissie's alluring torment.

*Chrissie prepares me for the night, she wraps me up in ropes, and slides me into a sleeping bag, and then straps me down to the bed. I lie there snugly bound, ensconced in puffy soft nylon, hardly able to move, she adds further to my gag restriction my breathing to almost suffocation, unable to move or make a sound, and then snuggles up next to me in bed and falls asleep with her arms and legs draped across me*

I watched in shock and horror as Chrissie pulled a gun out of her backpack and held it to my chest. I had never expected such a thing from her, and my heart raced as she forced me to follow her into my own bedroom. She had been here before, hanging out with friends, and I had no idea she was so obsessed with bondage. I waited nervously as she pulled out an assortment of ropes and bandannas, and before I knew it, I was tightly bound and gagged in my own bed. The soft nylon sleeping bag was a sensual prison, and I could barely move within it. She cinched the ropes tighter, making it nearly impossible for me to breathe, and then she snuggled up next to me, her arms and legs draped across me. I lay there, utterly helpless, unable to move or make a sound, and watched in disbelief as she fell asleep, her breath tickling my neck.

As the hours passed, I struggled against my bonds, trying to find a way to free myself, but it was no use. Chrissie had tied me up expertly, and each time I moved, the ropes bit into my skin. I could feel the frustration and fear building inside me, but there was nothing I could do. She was in her element, teasing me with her body and her voice, whispering dirty words in my ear, and I could only lie there, unable to respond. She would slip her hand under the bag and rub against me, leaving me achingly aroused and increasingly desperate. But every time I tried to move, the ropes would tighten, and I would be reminded of my helplessness. I would beg her with my eyes to release me, but she would only laugh and kiss me, pushing her breast into my mouth to gag me further.

Throughout the night, Chrissie would change my gag, adding layer upon layer of bandannas and scarves, smothering my cries and making it nearly impossible to breathe. She would tease me in baby talk, acting very pouty and bratty, and then reassure me with her touch, only to pull the gag back off and tease me again. It was a cruel game she played, and I was her helpless pawn. I wondered if she would ever let me go, or if I would be stuck like this forever, bound and gagged in my own bed, at the mercy of this young college student with a huge bondage fixation.

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Chrissy kept me like this overnight, continuously pouting and teasing, may be talking into my ear and rubbing me through sleeping bag. She coaxed me to orgasm at least 3 times overnight left me soiled and bound up in the bag. In the morning, she unzipped the bag just enough to expose my penis, coaxed into another direction and rode firmly, satisfying herself on me

In the morning, Chrissie awoke me from my slumber with a gentle caress on my chest and whispered sweet nothings into my ear. As I began to stir, she unzipped the sleeping bag just enough to expose my penis, teasingly stroking it with her fingers and rubbing her nether regions against it. Her soft moans filled the room as she continued to coax me into an erection. She straddled my bound and gagged form, her weight pressing down on me, and slowly lowered herself onto my throbbing shaft. Her movements were slow and sensual, her moans of pleasure filling the room as she took her time in satisfying herself on my helpless body.

After several minutes of her lovemaking, Chrissie finally released a deep sigh and collapsed onto my chest, her body heavy and spent. She kissed my forehead tenderly and whispered, "There, now that's a good boy. I'm so glad we got to have some fun together." With a contented smile, she leaned in closer and planted a gentle kiss on my lips, her breath warm against my skin. "But now, it's time for you to be a good boy and let me take care of you."

She untied my hands first, massaging them gently to restore the blood flow before removing the gag from my mouth. I could taste the mix of her saliva and mine on the bandanna as she pulled it away, and I felt the stiffness in my jaw from being held in one position for so long. As soon as I could speak, I thanked her for her consideration and asked if she would please untie my feet as well. She giggled and playfully stuck her tongue out at me, then turned and started on my ankles.

"Now, now, don't rush me," she teased, tying a fresh bandanna around my ankles. "I haven't had my fill of you yet. You're just going to have to be a good boy and let me tease you some more." With that, she started undressing, her body swaying seductively as she peeled off her clothes. "But don't worry, I'll make sure you're well taken care of."

As Chrissie continued to bound and tease me, her love for her captives becoming more evident with each touch, the line between captor and captive blurred. I found myself falling for her as well, unable to resist her allure and the thrill of being completely at her mercy. And so, our days and nights were filled with a delicious dance of bondage, teasing, and submission, our love for each other growing stronger with each bind and gag.

As Chrissie ties me up, she begins to undress me, revealing my arousal, and teases me with her hands, making me struggle against the tight restraints. She then takes out a vibrator and starts to stimulate me, causing my body to convulse in pleasure and pain as I try to resist the intense sensations.<br>

As Chrissie ties me up, she begins to undress me, revealing my arousal, and teases me with her hands, making me struggle against the tight restraints. She then takes out a vibrator and starts to stimulate me, causing my body to convulse in pleasure and pain as I try to resist the intense sensations. "You're so horny, aren't you?" she asks, her eyes gleaming with delight. "And you're going to stay like this, helpless and at my mercy, while I have my way with you." She pauses the vibrator for a moment, then turns it back on, making me squirm in frustration. "Now, now, don't you try to get away. You're mine for the taking."

Her fingers trace along my body, teasingly close to my bound breasts and cock, but never quite touching. I feel the vibrations of the vibrator deep inside me, making me moan into my gag. She chuckles, a devilish smile playing on her lips. "You like that, don't you? But you're not going to come until I say so." She pulls the vibrator away and starts to unbutton her shirt, revealing her own breasts, her nipples already hard and begging for attention. "Want them?" she asks, her voice a pouty whisper.
I nod desperately, my eyes pleading with hers. She grins and thrusts one of her breasts into my mouth, muffling my cries as the vibrator starts up again. "Mmm, that's it. Take it." She pauses, then pulls it away, leaving me gasping for air. "Now, time for more." She pulls off my gag, replacing it with another layer of bandana, tighter and more restrictive, then starts to stroke me again. "You like that, don't you? You want more." She teases, her fingers dancing over my skin, so close to my bound cock but never touching.
I moan into the gag, begging for release, but she only tightens her grip on my bound wrists and giggles. "Not yet, my little captive. I'm not done with you yet."