My shoulders and neck are pulled taut by the bonds and you pay them extra attention. Eventually, achingly slowly, you roll down back over my highly se...sitised skin, my breasts, my stomach, my hips towards my pubic area, rolling the little beads over the front, into my curls. I know you, and although I am dying to, I daren’t strain towards you. Predictable, you don’t enter the damp, exposed zone between my legs. It prickles and aches, weeps for you, but still it is denied any touch other than. She was knocked unconscious and dragged away to the underground city. She awoke abruptly, feeling like she was falling. She looked around for a clue as to where she was but it was mostly dark and damp. She was hanging in the air, by a long thicker strip of leather under her breasts that connected with thinner rope-like lashings from her ankles and wrists, which were also tied together. She had a strip of dirty cloth in her mouth tied around the back of her head. Her muffled cries were. " Claire said as she lowered herself down on the young man's pole. I watched for a minute and got even more turned on. So I decided to do the same. I looked at my young man, pulled his pants off. Had him lay on the couch and got top. I slowly lowered myself down onto his hard rod. I could not believe what I was doing. His cock was so hard and I was so wet. Once he was all the way inside me I looked him the eye. "Is this your first time?" "Yes" he whispered. I started to ride him just as Claire. "I want you to close your eyes and picture me in your mind", she continues as he hears her getting up from the bed, "Moving toward you, vibrations in my core", she makes his cock twitch by using the biggest sex organ he has against him - his mind. He hears her hands rustling in a drawer as she continues to torment his imagination: "Submissives... slaves... need to be punished for their indiscretions. Letting the small rules slide, is a slippery slope, don't you think?" The word slippery plays.