Her Slave
He was tied to the bedposts with handcuffs, his legs eagle spread and tied to the other bedposts. A soft humming sound was coming from under him, wearing a chastity belt. He wriggled with pleasure. He was reaching the climax but the coldness of the belt was denying him the orgasm. He looked at her. She sat there, on her chair, fidgeting with the remote of the vibrator that was in his small puckered hole on his back. Her leather corset and her hunter added to her sensuality. He was not allowed to speak so he pleaded for the release. She smiled, got up slowly from her chair, whipped her whip and walked towards him. She undressed and sat on his face. He knew what to do. He started eating her. She rubbed her vagina …