Bound, Blindfolded & Helpless: My Sickening Submission

“Chris” the name alone sends shivers down my spine. Last night, this hateful man tied me up and left me at his mercy. Merciless. That’s the word. He was fucking merciless!

He started by binding my wrists and ankles, leaving me vulnerable and utterly helpless. A devious smirk played on his lips as he walked around me, his eyes dark and full of promise. Chris knew exactly what he was doing to me, and the power he held over me only made me wetter.

He began to torture me, using toys and his clever fingers to drive me wild. My body squirmed and strained against my bonds, but I was trapped, his prisoner, and I loved it! He took his time, teasing and denial, keeping me on the edge for what felt like hours. I was dripping wet, my body twisted and my nerves on fire.

Then, he Shoved his meaty cock inside of me. Chris’s big, hard cock filled me up, and the feeling was indescribable. He pounded into me, each thrust forceful and precise, sending me hurtling toward ecstasy. I couldn’t think or breathe, his pace was relentless, but the pleasure was too much to bear in the best possible way!

My body convulsed as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. I squirted all over, my juices soaking the bed. Chris showed no mercy, continuing to pound me until I could barely stand it. And just when I thought I’d burst, he released me from my bonds and kept pounding away.

The aftermath left me spent and panting, my body quivering from the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced. Chris had left me a mess, and I loved every second of it.