You, The Captive
I walk up to you, taking in the sight of your blindfolded, bound form on my work table. Your breasts,so exquisite are heaving, struggling against the ropes holding you down. Your mouth is gagged, a 3 inch dildo gag to prepare you for what is to come. Upon my entrance into the basement your ears perked up; you know that someone is there. Immediately you begin screaming, the sounds muffled by the gag. “Now now, you know I told you to stay quiet for me, you don’t want to get hurt, do you?” I ask, moving slowly toward a table next to your naked, struggling body. “I worked so very hard to get you here after all, the least you can do is cooperate.” I say, picking up one of my instruments, a 4 inch …