Your life is in my hands.

You're lying on the bed, handcuffed to the top of the headboard, your hands are pulled so far up and back that I can see an almost unreal arch in them. We just came together, you're breathing heavily but calmly now, the gag is out... and only a slight sheen of sweat on your forehead reminds me that I was just tormenting you... I can't get enough of you. Maybe it's because I waited for you for so long, maybe it's because your body makes me forget everything and leaves only the desire for it to belong to me 24 hours a day. I've already rested, and looking at you, chained and naked, is unbearably and insanely sexy,

I want more. I run my nail down your chest from your nipple to your groin, your skin shivers slightly. I think you drifted off to sleep for a few minutes; this little rest should give you some strength back, and I intend to take it away again.

I pat your cheek. At first, it's a gentle, soft touch, but I need to bring you back to your senses, and then I squeeze your neck and cheeks very hard. You jolt awake; in your eyes, I see confusion about the situation for now, and that turns me on. I unfasten one handcuff, take your hand myself, and place it along your body. It's not obeying you very well right now; in that one position, your arm went numb and lost sensation.

I massage your wrist, your arm and up to your shoulder. This dissonance between one arm still unfree and the pleasant massage of the other slightly arouses you. The sleepiness is gone; you're already trying to run your fingers along my thigh. I'm sitting on you, and you can feel my desire. I suddenly shift upwards and sit my pussy on your mouth. You don't even have time to do anything or object. Your free hand is already on my buttocks; you push me up a little and then immediately pull me down. "Yes, darling, I want it deep," I whisper to you and feel the movements of your tongue inside me, in circles and along, then the opposite. You make me writhe and impale my pussy deeper onto your little tongue.

I want to come quickly because I've thought of what we'll do next... I tell you: "Try hard, very hard!" And I slip my hands under your head, I just press your face into me. You lick, suck, the movements of your tongue become sharper and faster. I also speed up the movements of my hips, and finally, I come wildly into your little mouth, on your face. There's so much wetness; I feel with my thighs that I've drenched everything around. I need to wipe your little mouth and face. I find my panties, rub your face very hard to remove what you haven't swallowed or licked off yet, then stuff them into your mouth and tie them on top with my stockings. You practically haven't caught your breath after the oral sex, so you take a deep breath through your nose, your chest heaving strongly. I get aroused again. I unfasten your other hand from the bed, without removing the handcuff, and pull you by it onto the floor.

I order you to lie down. Maybe the most interesting part is about to begin now... You lie down on the floor near the bed, pulling my hand with the handcuff down. I lean over after you and see the bed leg; it's perfect for securing both your hands in handcuffs behind it. Now your hands are chained straight up by your face, and it's quite difficult for you to turn your head; you only look at me. I like it when you're silent and look at me like that; you're in anticipation... I stand up; now I'm right above you. I'm in high heels, which makes the impression of my power even stronger. You're tied up, you can't get up, run away, even crawl away; you can only settle more comfortably on the wooden floor, hard and cold, but soon all these sensations will fade into the background because pain, desire, and the impossibility of freeing yourself will completely overshadow them...

I take my black nylon stocking from the chair and sheath your erect cock in the nylon. It's a shame you can't see it; it looks very erotic (maybe I'll photograph it and show you these pictures later!). But right now, I want to caress your cock through the nylon. I run my hand over it, and it responds to my caress, twitching in my hand. I squeeze, massage, stroke the head, run my finger along the base, one finger and then several, squeeze again, pull the stocking tighter down to your balls. With one hand, I massage your cock, and with the other, your testicles. Your tension is growing, so I take your cock into my little mouth. Through the nylon, my lips move very smoothly and softly. I try to take it completely into my mouth. You moan; you're ready to come; you forgot my warning about the punishment for that. (Erotic stories) You want release; you thrust your cock into me up to my throat with your hips. I feel the head hitting the wall of my throat, and then you explode in a violent orgasm; semen fills my mouth even through the nylon. I remove the stocking from your cock; it's all soiled and soaked, and you didn't obey me.

I can see in your eyes that you're ready for punishment if it gives the same sweet sensations as that nylon blowjob. I'm still holding my soiled stocking in my hands, and now I find another use for it. I thread it around your neck, settle more comfortably on your chest. It's already hard for you to breathe, but it's about to get even harder. I tighten the stocking around your neck very hard and pull it in different directions. You jerk and writhe beneath me; there's not enough air. I loosen my grip, but only for seconds. Now strong choking again and a short rest, and so on many times. I think you can't even count how many. Without air, you're in a certain euphoria, and I see your cock is hard again.

I sit on your cock and just sit, not moving, and pull the stocking to the sides again. You start writhing under me yourself. My sensations at this moment remind me of breaking in a wild stallion. You lift your hips so high that I try not to fall, but your cock inside me holds me tightly on you; it has filled me completely inside. After a few more, even stronger chokings, we come together. I'm already helping you with my hips too, moving in rhythm with yours. And now the final pull of the stocking to the sides on your neck. I come and feel that you do too. You're breathing so heavily, you're exhausted, and I love looking at you like this; your life was just in my hands...