Master And Slave

Her bindings are light, barely felt upon her tender flesh. What will happen though, what is lingering just behind that heavy sliding door is anything but gentle. What lurks behind the heavy wooden gate is menacing, violent and sexually consuming. Her thoughts as she sits quietly, stir the tiniest of trembles within her cunt and her cheeks blush at the mere thought of the pleasure she believes she is about to receive.

But will she think it is pleasure when she feels the grotesque heavy chains weigh her limbs down, pull on every muscle, cause every fibre in her being to become weak? Will she find pleasure in the cruel lashings of a brittle cane striking her thighs, her feet, her already erect and overly excited nipples?  Will she fight to find some level of sexual satisfaction and joy as she gags and chokes and gasps, fighting for any breath as the strangers cock violates her tender throat, manipulates her tears and running nose?

Oh to see her expression when she realises it wil not be her fantasies being fulfilled but rather those of someone else. 

~His