Sweet Cruelty
» Sketches
Her tongue slowly caressed the outer edge of my ear. That always makes me tingle.
Then two fingernails cut into one of my nipples.
She was on my lap. I was bound fairly tightly to a chair. Good thing or that pinch would made me drop her to the floor.
It had been an unusual half-hour.
She’d kissed me, used every trick she knew would arouse me. And my chest and arms were covered with pink and red designs. The tenderness she interspersed with gentle bits, sometimes nibbles - gentle but still strong enough to make me wince.
Also her fingers had pinched me, her nails and heels had scraped along my skin. Her manipulations probably had a pattern but only she knew it. Bound there I could only wonder what would come next.
Mostly she smiled sweetly at me, occasionally shaking her head looking at me as if I were the saddest creature she’d ever seen.
Though she’d - yet - to direct her attention my penis the poor organ was sore from the struggle against the little metal prison it lived in.
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The day the bed I bought before she arrived was the first time I had this sort of daydream. She straddled me as I lay bound to the four corners.
In another variation she’s using me as her dancing pole.
In some versions I’m stoned to enhance the arousal and sense of helplessness.
My first attempt at a t&d scenario (more brutal): Satanic Seductress
