【S woman’s Halloween】 Chun-Li cosplay, tying up submissive men, and teasing them with her thighs and hoot job.

Tied Up By Chun-Li’s Toned Thighs: A Kinky Cosplay Halloween

The air was thick with anticipation as [REDACTED]’s private dungeon grew warm from the flickering candlelight. He lay there on the cold stone floor, wrists bound above his head by sturdy red rope. A blindfold obscured his view, heightening his other senses – he could hear the clicking of stilettos approaching, smell the sweet scent of leather and sweat. His heart raced, knowing who, or rather what, was coming for him this Halloween.

Chun-Li, the famed Street Fighter martyr turned kink mistress, entered the room. Her skintight blue spandex outfit hugged every delicious curve, leaving little to the imagination. Expensive leather boots framed her powerful thighs, emphasizing her renowned leg strength. She cracked her neck, cracking her knuckles.

“Arrifulthar ru, sub,” Chun-Li purred in a sultry accent, towering over his prone form. She wound a finger in his hair, pulling his head back. “I hope you are ready to submit to Madam Chun-Li tonight. I will push your limits, use this weak body for my pleasure. And you will beg for more.”

He swallowed hard, nodded vigorously in agreement. She roughly pulled off his blindfold, her eyes narrowed in dominating presence. “Good boy. Now, we begin.”

Chun-Li slowly rolled up one pant leg, revealing a muscular calf. She placed a booted foot on his chest, exerting just a hint of pressure. “Mmm, so weak. My thigh can crush your ribcage, if I wished. But not yet…”

She climbed atop him, straddling his hips with a triumphant smirk. He could feel her damp heat through the thin spandex, smell her arousal mingling with his own, could barely breathe under her powerful thighs. His hips bucked uselessly.

“Completely under my control, aren’t you boy?” she cooed. “Absolutely at my mercy. My willing slave.”

“Yes, Madam,” he panted. “Your slave.”

“Shhh. You needn’t say anything more.” Chun-Li reached down, unzipping his pants and freeing his aching cock into the open. She framed it with her fingers, smirking cruelly. Not even hard, mere lowly sack and helpless appendage.

“What do we say, slave? What is the proper salutation for Madam Chun-Li’s mighty thighs?” Her right leg pinched his member between powerful muscles. He nearly screamed.

“Thank you for including me between your commanding thighs, Madam!” he cried out without thinking.

“Z sorprendente! That is good to hear,” she purred. “Remain obedient and you may be rewarded. But displease me…”

Chun-Li dug her heel into his exposed groin. He writhed and gasped in pained pleasure, wrists straining against the ropes. She applied intermittent pressure, impending doom laced with building ecstasy.

“Mmmm, this weakling longs to spill his seed. But am I not kind to let you endure? You should praise me.” Chun-Li released his shaft and grasped his jaw in a vise-like grip. “PRAISE ME, BOY!”

“Thank you for not crushing my cock, Madam Chun-Li!” he choked out. “Your thighs are a wonder and I am unworthy to be touched by them! Please! Please!”

“Mmmm, getting close are we?” She ground her hips against his ragged torment. “Shall I let you cum, pathetic mortal? You may fuck my skilled thigh, spill your load on my leg. But afterward…” Chun-Li leaned in close, gripped his member like a vice. “Your pathetic cock is finished for the night. You are MINE to use as I please. In exchange, I shall be merciful in my punishments.”

“Yes, Madam! Please! I am YOURS!”

The mistress shot him a pleased smile, reached down and grasped his cock in an unbreakable grip. Pressed it between her incredible thighs and…*squeezed*.

“Ahhhh-emdempsecaky…” he screamed. His hips jerked, ass lifting off the floor. Waves of orgasm crashed through him as he spilled himself on Madam Chun-Li’s leg. Electric ecstasy flared through his groin, up his spine, crashed over his brain. He saw stars behind clenched eyes, muscles jumping against the bonds. It went on and on, far past the point of reasonable enjoyment.

Finally, he collapsed back onto the floor, chest heaving, vision swimming. The world slowly came back into focus. Chun-Li smiled over him, muscles flexing as she milked every last drop from his spent member. She wiped her leg clean of his release with his own shirt.

“Mmmmm, that was a very good orgasm. And now, slave, you belong to me.” She rolled off him, slapped his ass with a mocking laugh. “I trust you will give me your absolute best. I would hate to punish you.”

“Yes, Madam…” he slurred, body slumped and weak. “I will please you, Mistress Chun-Li. I am yours.”

“See that you do, slave.” The mistress stood and stretched languidly. “It is far from over for you tonight. But first…”

She smiled viciously and pulled a knotted cord from behind her back. “Let me show you what I can do with binding rope. We will be playing all night long, slave.”

The dom tested her knots on his wrists with a firm pull, then moved to his ankles, cinching them together with painful precision. He could do nothing but whimper and squirm against the bonds, knowing there would be no escape from Madam Chun-Li’s skilful legs until she allowed it. And that, he knew, would be some time indeed… A night of total surrender to her thighs and power lay ahead. His cock gave a single valiant twitch at the notion before slumping meekly between his legs. He was utterly and completely at the mercy of the mistress.

Madam Chun-Li smiled cruelly. Good slave. This night has only begun. I will use you in WAYS you have never been used and make you love every dark, forbidden second.