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I sneak into your apartment when you're sleeping. I'm dressed like a burglar and when you wake up to find someone in a ski mask tying you down to your bed, you start to protest and scream. "It's just me...", I whisper,"Now quit yelling, you'll wake the neighbors..." I tie your hands and feet to your big four poster bed with my stockings. I know you enjoy the feel of the silky nylon with the smell of me still trapped in the folds. I can see you breathing deeply as you inspect the bondage of your wrists. You look excited and not one bit frightened. You're ready to give yourself over to your "intruder" completely. I gently stroke and fondle your cock through you pajama bottoms. It swells in my hand and I smack at it playfully. "You are a naughty boy!", I giggle, "I'm going to have such fun with you as my willing captive!". I begin undressing in front of you, slowing removing layer after layer of my dark clothing. The drab, black burglar gear is layered over soft and silky black lingerie you've bought me. I'm showing it to you teasingly, giving you glimpses of my hot, soft flesh, then covering it again, hearing you groan painfully. I know you want me to come closer and stop teasing you so, but I'm not ready, not yet. I want to make you ache and beg. I want to know you want me more than anyone else, ever. I want to know that you worship me and you'll do anything to get the sweet relief only I can provide you. |
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"You do, oh god... you do, please, I'm dying here...", you yell as I toy with your helpless body. "Who am I, slave?" "You're my Mistress, my Goddess, oh please, please touch me, don't play, use me hard!", you beg, but it isn't quite enough. "No, not yet, you haven't answered me correctly, slave." "Please, Mistress, you own every inch of me... my body, my soul, my cock.. please use me as you see fit, Mistress...", you whimper and I know then you are ready for our games. I toy with your straining prick, then expose it. I stroke it hard, twisting my fingers around your stiff manhood. "I own this, don't I slave?" "Yes, Mistress... you own it completely..." I laugh as I pull away from you leaving you begging and wanting... "Maybe I'll play with it later..., enjoy the rest of the night, I'll be back later to untie you, slave..." Call Taboo Taylor |
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