I never finished the story, did I ? No time to turn back, Jenny, too late.I never finished the story, did I ? No time to turn back, Jenny, too late. The cold sweat of panic dries on your body as you bring my face back into focus and see, not pain or danger, but love, and mischief. I place a pillow on the floor between your thighs, and lay my head on it, bringing my face level with your pouting, wet lips. As my mouth closes softly over your burgeoning clitoris, and my fingers find my way inside you to massage that precious spot that turns you inside out, you feel the fire building, the tension, the pressure, the wanting. Suddenly, you're not just playing with the chains, you're trying to rip them from their rings, you're an animal, you yell and snarl into the gag, but the strength of the steel defeats you, you can't free your hands to grab my head and crush it down onto your clit, you can't free your legs either to thrust your vagina up into my face or kick me away to stop the teasing, you can't free your mouth to beg for me to hurry, or to stop........ Frustrating, isn't it ? You're all mine, spread, helpless, naked, wanton, and what do I do ? Do I rape you hard and fierce ? Do I spend myself in you and leave you sobbing and used ? No, I make you wait, Jenny. I make you take your time, make you feel the power building in you, bring you slowly to the bigger and more shattering climax that comes with waiting and control Time to come, Jenny, the first time. Writhe, Jenny, as my chains hold you in fire-warmed steel embrace, as my hands and tongue keep the liquid fire flowing in your belly. Scream, Jenny, as my gag stops your voice as surely as my lips would. Pant, swear, plead, Jenny, toss your head from side to side, trying to tell me "Enough, no more...". I hear and understand your muffled begging, Jenny. I know what you're saying... but tonight we do this my way. Sob, Jenny, cry in pleasure and joy and needing and humiliation and anger all at once, as you try very hard to tell me to "Stop! Now... please, don't, no, ....I can't take, ...I don't like..." Yes, Jenny, you can... and you will.... You crane your head to look, wide-eyed, down your sweating and trembling body, trying to move away, to stop me somehow, anyhow, as I slip my wet finger deep into your anus, my thumb into your vagina, and roll them together. |