Tied police woman & fuck her with ohmibod and LELO remote control vibrators

The Tied Policewoman’s Torment: Aggio of Pleasure and Struggle

A shiver of anticipation ran down Policewoman Maggie’s spine as she watched the Master secure the final ropes around her sweat-glistened body. Her wrists were bound tightly behind her back, the hemp digging deliciously into her soft flesh with each futile attempt to wriggle free. But Maggie knew these bonds were her undoing, the beginning of a journey into sordid bliss.

The Master appraised his captive like a piece of meat ready for the taking. He ran a finger along the lacy edge of her panties, tracing the outline of her engorged lips. A moan escaped Maggie’s parted lips as he teased her throbbing clit, yet she willed herself to maintain composure. The game was just beginning, and already she was perilously close to the abyss.

Maggie’s Communist stood strong, but she knew her resolve would be tested as the evening wore on. The Master grabbed a shiny silver object from the table, holding it up to the light with a wicked grin. It was a bullet vibrator, sleek and powerful. He slipped it inside her puny hole with ease, the cool metal a stark contrast to her molten heat. Maggie gasped as he turned it on, the steady hum sending shockwaves through her core.

But the Master wasn’t finished yet. He produced a second buzzing menace – an ohmibod. This one he nestled snugly against her clamped clit, the relentless vibrations making her buck and squirm against her restraints. Sweat beaded on Maggie’s brow as she fought not to cum, desperate to prolong this exquisite torture.

The Master circled his captive like a shark, able to exact his dark desires with the mere flick of a switch. When he wasn’t delivering blissful shocks that made Maggie clench and gasp, he kept her on the knife’s edge, the twin toys purring gently against her most sensitive spots. Her body thrummed with need, an aching, all-consuming desperation bordering on unbearable. She was totally at the Master’s mercy, and he intended to wring every ounce of pleasure from her quivering form.

As the evening wore on, Maggie was vaguely aware that small beads of moisture had gathered between her bound thighs. The Master flicked on the vibrators to their highest setting and pressed a small black remote into her palm. “Let’s see if you can hold out against the intensity,” he taunted.

Maggie almost dropped the device in shock. The sensations consumed her entirely, every nerve alight with unspeakable pleasure. Her cunt clenched around the bullet and even through eyes clouded by rapture, she could see how wet the vibrator had made her. This was depravity beyond anything she’d known, to be at the mercy of a remote-controlled hand that could bring her to the brink again and again.

The Master ramped up his sick ministrations, flicking on the device when she thought she could take no more. He circled her aching clit and pumped the bulbous head of an LELO wand inside her, tearing shrieking sobs of pleasure from her throat. Through the haze of ecstasy, Maggie knew she was alread putting on some kind of voyeuristic show.

Every muscle twitched with the effort to hold back, but it was futile. Those merciless hands and his twisted machinations toyed with her, tipping her over the edge into insensate pleasure. Her whole body shuddered as she thrashed against her bonds, the ropes digging deep, each desperate breath signalling her utter devotion to the Master and his artful cruelties.

The Master stood back to admire his work, thoroughly satisfied by her writhing forma. Every agonized groan was music to his ears, muffled by the gag distortion of maggie’s aching pleasure. He toyed with the remote, raising it and lowering it like a pendulum as she fought her way back from the rapturous brink. She was so close to letting go, surrendering herself completely to the exquisite torture of being bound and electrified.

Only too soon, Maggie found herself shackled again. The Master calmly dismantled his sin against her consent, removing the soaked vibrators and untying the ropes. He presented them to Maggie, his reject pet, who shakily took delivery of the evidence of her defeat. Yet Maggie will never need the talismans – the seared marks will stay with her for life.