Even While Hogtied

I can stroke you senseless. Even hogtied and suspended, I follow every order Allie gives me. You’re hers. My toy. She wants to see what these small hands can do without my eyes to guide them. I find you by feel. One slow pull, a tighter squeeze. You twitch. That tells me how hard to press, how fast to stroke that cut cock. Every moan, every little jerk of your hips gives me the next move. I could finish you if I wanted. Instead I keep you throbbing on the edge, teasing for my own thrill and for the woman watching us. Ball gag stretching your mouth. Blonde hair brushing my shoulders. Black ropes biting your skin. You stay right where she put you, and I keep working until she decides you’ve had enough.