He felt so conflicted; at once excited by the novelty of her ‘little game’, and at the same time apprehensive as to how far it might go.
The week of self denial had been easier than he expected. It had been harder when she had teased him earlier in the week, but mercifully she had refrained for the last couple of days. This evening however, as she stroked and teased, he realized how easily she had used his frustration. How smoothly he had been maneuvered into apparently playful bondage. As her touch made him involuntarily strain against the wrist straps he was startled at how securely he was held, how helpless she made him feel.
Most embarrassing were the questions, and his involuntary responses. She was peeling away the secret layers of his soul, and each new revelation was being used against him. It was no use denying his desire to be humiliated. She had almost made him explode when she started to tease him about dressing him up and letting her friends come over and have him serve them drinks and snacks. And now, even as she quickened her pace again, she was suggesting that he didn't deserve to cum this week, and as his excitement grew he found himself agreeing. How far will she go?
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