Masked Bitch Tied Up and Made to Cum

Title: “Bound, Begging, and Blindingly Blown”

In the dimly lit bedroom, a lone figure lay upon the bed, her wrists and ankles bound by intricate, lovingly knotted ropes. The silken chords creaked as she squirmed, her silk-sheathed legs wriggling in a futile attempt to gain freedom. Her identity was concealed by a pillowcase that covered her head, accentuating her helplessness and vulnerability, nicknaming her “Masked Bitch,” a prey at the mercy of an unseen predator.

The masked bitch was a vision of feminine vulnerability turned into erotic art. Her supple body, clad only in a lacy bra and panties, glistened under the soft light, tempting a watchful audience. The ropes cinched tighter, sending a shiver of delicious fear down her spine. Each tug against her bonds only served to heighten her anticipation, an intoxicating combination of dread and desire waiting to be unraveled.

A mechanical whir filled the room as a large vibrator was switched on, its buzzing head gliding over her bra-covered breasts. The light touch sent electric jolts through her body, nipples stiffening under the lace. A wicked grin spread across the hidden lips; she knew a button was about to be pushed, and not one to stop the toy.

As if sensing her anticipation, the vibrator was pressed harder into her flesh, teasing her nipples. She arched her back, wanting, needing more. The masked bitch writhed against the ropes, now teetering on the edge of release. A guttural moan escaped her throat, and then – nothing. The vibrator was whipped away, denying her the peak.

Panting, the bound captive whimpered. Her body ached for the release denied. She felt herself being moved, hoisted upwards by unseen hands, and then the touch returned. Now between her thighs, tracing its relentless path. Hovering a second, then plunging deeply into her soaked folds. Frantic wiggling intensified as she bucked against its surface, in futile attempts to pull it closer, to drive it in deeper.

Each press of the toy felt electric, pulsing with carnal energy. Frantically, she ground her hips against the boundage, desperately chasing the sweet promise of climax just out reach. The vibrator pulsed and purred against her most sensitive parts, luring her closer to the edge. Her breathing hitched, body lensing, readying for a heightened experience.

Her muscles clenched, core throbbing, as the masked girl struggled feverishly, writhing and wriggling as the vibrator pushed her to the brink. Waves of pleasure washed over her, each one stronger than the next. Tossing her head, she let out a keening cry of release, unsure if anyone else could hear through her applied mask. Sweat beaded her forehead as she trembled and twitched, her body shuddering through the intense orgasm.

As she gasped for breath, contemplating an intense, erotic recovery, she was flipped onto her stomach, the hitachi still pressed firmly against her. The ropes around her wrists and ankles pulled, keeping her sopping wet pussy pressed against the toy and denying the sensitive, pliant recovery it craved from her first culmination. Pressed firmly against the bed, she writhed in ecstasy as the vibrator intensified, taking her past the brink once more into a euphoric, sensation-heavy abyss.

After what felt like an eternity of restricted bliss, the ropes and mask were removed. Lips swollen from her screams, eyes glazed over and limbs too weak to move, the girl simply lay there, a blissed-out wreck.

The room spun as she recovered, every nerve ending electrified. Her body was on fire, her mind hazed over with pleasure. She groaned, her muscles twitching from the intensity of the experience.

As she lay there basking in the afterglow, she knew she’d never be the same. The masked bitch had been thoroughly debauched, convulsing in unrestrained ecstasy, leaving her craving only more. Any boundaries she once had regarding her own desires had been shattered. She knew now that she wanted more rough handling, more climbing ropes to her climaxes, and was curious to see just what other devious delights she could be folded into by lovingly binding bonds. With ropes still unraveling from around her wrists, she eyed the walls, already plotting her next kinky rope course.