Strapped and Muzzled

Leather straps bite into her body, holding her in a strict hogtie across the padded box. She’s new to this. Only a handful of shoots behind her, yet already she’s learning what real helplessness feels like. Sweat glistens on her cheeks. She claims she can’t breathe, but the lie shows in her eyes. I see through it. The gasps grow louder, then turn into soft pleas. First spoken, then silent. Both fail. I consider cinching every strap one notch tighter, letting her understand how light my hand has been, but I hold back. Patience will pull her further in. Later the thick dildo sits buried in her cunt, vibrator grinding against her clit. The buzzing owns her. She draws deep, hungry breaths, the pretense gone. Her scream cuts the air as her body jerks and locks. Orgasm rips through her, leaving her twitching, thighs trembling, eyes glassy. Fear has burned away, replaced by raw, hungry lust. She’s past the point of return.