Remembering that time I was Taken As a Bondage Phone Sex WhoreAs I was being held captive, bound tightly with ropes anthroughd gagged, my heart raced with fear and anticipation. The man who had kidnapped me, You, seemed to have a twisted sense of pleasure in seeing me like this. He approached me slowly, his eyes filled with lust as he ran his hands over my body. His touch sent shivers down my spine despite the terror coursing through my veins.
“You’re such a beautiful slut,” he whispered into my ear before pulling back to reveal a devilish grin on his face. “I can’t wait to dominate you.”
He began by untying the knots that held the ropes around me loosely enough for him to remove them one by one without any resistance from me – after all, I was completely at his mercy. Once free from the restraints, he pushed me onto a bed where more bondage equipment awaited: leather cuffs attached to chains hanging from the ceiling above it; an intricate web of straps crisscrossing across its surface; and various sex toys scattered about like treasures waiting for their unsuspecting victim(me).
Without asking or giving any warning whatsoever ,he proceeded to bind each limb separately using different types of restraints until every inch of skin was exposed except for where it mattered most – between my legs which remained hidden beneath layers upon layers orf latex clothing . My breath came out in short gasps as he worked methodically ,tauntingly teasing those areas that ached for release As he finished binding me up, I could feel myself trembling with anticipation and fear. My heart raced as he stood back to admire his handiwork, a wicked smile playing on his lips.
“There you are, my beautiful slut,” he purred, running his hands over my body once more. “Now it’s time for some real fun.”
With that, he produced a leather flogger from behind his back and began striking my bare skin in strategic places – first across the tops of my thighs where they met at the groin area; then along the sides of each breast before moving down towards my stomach and lower back . Each strike sent shockwaves through every nerve ending ,making me moan involuntarily under its force. It felt like electricity coursing veins as pleasure mixed with pain in an intoxicating cocktail .
Despite myself ,I found myself begging for more when You finally stopped after what seemed like hours but was probably only minutes in reality . Your voice was darkly seductive when You spoke again : “Tell me how much you want this ,Rena.”