I love to watch you struggle…
I love to watch you struggle against the rope that I have looped around your ankles. They slide against each other, searching for a spot where they aren’t rubbing bone to bone, because with those lovely stockings coarsely sanding at your skin with each adverse motion you make. And then, there’s the added discomfort of the 6-inch stiletto pumps I insisted upon. When you peddle your feet in the open air, flashing polished patent leather glints into my eye, hoping that my knots might loosen — it is an irresistible motion that catches my eye! But this is a hopeless whim of yours as I have secured them to the soles of your feet with rope as well, locking them in their place.
I love watching your knees bob and move, trying to find a comfortable place to rest. This unrest has the added effect of adding a constant flex and relaxation of your ass… that ass — delicious eye-candy that I cannot resist caressing and firmly smacking!
But your wrists tied in parallel, drawn up above your eye-line… watching you pull against the tension that binds them over your head… watching you pull and twist, like some great boxer exercising before the championship bout… my rope insures that those lovely fingers, crowned in red nail varnish shall not be scratching at my back this evening!
If sight were sound upon the air, this scene would surpass any symphony ever created by the great maestros in history! And yet I remain the silent audience of this, your wonderful solo symphony. Your blindfold assures that you can’t observe me observing you. The only notes to bounce off these walls are the exasperated grunts and moans that force their way past the wound and wadded thongs thrust into your mouth, secured with adhesive tape.
As you struggle in my tight confinement… the constriction I’ve created only for you… a solitary question has yet to be answered. How long I will sit here, mute and observant? How long can I sit quiet and still while you blast a cacophony of resistance into this air we share? I resist my urge to play with you — you, my private sex toy…
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