Your wrists strain against the handcuffs as much as your cock strains against the empty air. As much as you struggle, you can’t loosen the tight grip of metal encircling your skin. And as hard as you’ve become, there’s no relief in sight for your pent-up arousal. She locked you up here hours ago, then disappeared. Who knows where she is now, what she’s doing in the skin-tight black dress and thigh-high boots she was wearing. All you know is the hard table against your back and the erection of anticipation that won’t seem to go away. A sound makes you try to turn your head. You can’t twist it far, can’t get the door into your line of vision. A second later, though, she’s right in front of you. Even in the dim light, the sight of her makes your cock leap eagerly. “Still hard for me,” she says. “That’s a good boy.” You try to say something, but it comes out muffled by the gag in your mouth. Your communication will be limited to squirming, whatever little noises you can make, and the complete erectness of your cock. Her weight falls heavily onto you as she straddles your body, leaving her cunt juice all through your chest hair. Looking directly into your eyes, she hikes her black dress up and touches herself. You writhe around, trying to free yourself so that you can touch her, too. But she just laughs. She loves to you like this. From this close, you can see how her clit is swollen; you can almost smell the scent of her arousal. It turns her on to have you nude and helpless below her like this. In just moments, she’s bringing herself to a powerful orgasm. You fear that she’ll walk away, leave you She must be satisfied after that orgasm. But no. She just shifts herself down your body and inserts your cock easily into her sopping cunt. She’s going to take what she wants from you. To do whatever she pleases with you. You’re nothing but a dildo, a toy to be used for her pleasure.
