Foreword
He was teasing me! And it was working ... Now, my pussy was on fire ... How much more of this was he going to give me? How much more was I going to have to take? I wasn't sure ... I wasn't sure of anything ... All I knew was that I was moving my hips slowly back and forth ... trying to get some sort of relief....
I was beginning to understand now what this tying up was all about.
It was more sexual than I thought.
It put me in a position where I was unable to participate actively.
Did I say queen before?
Make that slave.
Now I felt like a slave.
The perfect slave.
The best slave in the world.
He looked at me funny, I could tell, even through his mask.
"Are you ready?"
Ready?
For what?
God, for what now?