patsey

Stripped bare...

Bound...

Caught, gagged and vulnerable.

She pressed her skin against my back.

Her soft-mounded tits pushing and mocking my tininess.

Her hips tilt as her mons found a home in my crack.

And as she traced her fingers over my electrified skin,

As she teased, and tapped, and pinched, and probed,

As she made me squeal and sigh and moan and beg,

She whispered filthy promises into my ears.

Only then did I melt into her possession

And surrendered myself to her will.

She was my mistress.

She was my owner.

She was my love.