‘I’m all yours.’
Those words linger in your mind as you feel the tight embrace of the tie around your wrists. The thoughts race back through your mind of what you had pictured this experience to be, how you pictured giving up all control. You feel a deep surge of arousal course through the deepest regions of your sex as you wait for the toys to be presented to you, ready to be dominated. You wonder how long you will last, how much you’ll scream and beg once you are teased relentlessly; perhaps it will all be too much for you, though you know that won’t mean it will stop.
The scene plays out in segments in your mind as you lie waiting, feeling more helpless and turned on than ever before. You envision a paintbrush tracing around your clitoris, the thought alone makes your legs tense; though when you have that delicate clitoral hood peeled back to reveal that swollen little bud, you wonder whether you’ll be brought to tears from the cruel teasing. The closeness of your tight lingerie feels more evident now as you wait for them to soon be removed, knowing that your tender, wet pussy will be devoured, knowing your hips won’t stop rocking once it is. You expect to be able to handle what you are to endure, though something deep down within you hints – maybe even wishes – that you won’t be able to handle it. The thought that when the vibrations against your clitoris, the pinches on your nipples, the thrusts within your sensitive sex, are all unleashed upon you, the image of your will-power and control will be shattered entirely.
You envisioned being tortured with inescapable pleasure, now it will be a reality as your eyes convey what your body will soon understand, ‘I’m all yours’.
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