Man In Bondage
by FemDom BlogSeeing my eyes open, she
chuckled and leaned down to kiss me lightly on the tip of my
nose. “Welcome back, baby,” she said. “I was beginning to think
you’d never come around.”
“How–how did I get here?” I blurted.
She laughed. “Why, I carried you up here, of course. After
I took your clothes off. You know, baby, you have a very nice,
soft, little body, just the kind I like to play with. And you
made a marvelous armful as I was carrying you up here, so cute
and cuddly. I think I’m going to have lots of fun with you.”
I gasped and tried to get up, only to find that both my
wrists were locked back over my head in the powerful grasp of her
left hand. As I continued to struggle I felt her other hand
slide between my thighs to firmly cup my penis and testicles in
her palm. I stopped struggling in a hurry. “What–what are you
going to do with me?” I stammered.