Word Picture

The ropes are coiled tightly around my wrists and then threaded through the ring holding the dildo inside me with its tiny vibrator against my clit as the ropes then snake around my thighs, binding my hands to my sides. The ropes cinching my ankles, above my knees, and mid-thigh complete the inescapable imprisonment of the torturing implement inside me.

My attempts to writhe in response to the device's devilish stimulation are restricted by the pain any movement inflicts from the nipple clamps whose connecting chain is bound to the rope at my raised knees. Sweat beads profusely between my naked breasts and slides down over my arms to the floor as a testament to how long I've been made to endure my predicament.

In desperation, I turn my face to the camera, my eyebrows knit in dismay, my mouth taut in a dance between pleasure and pain. “Please, I'll be…your slave. Please just let me--”

The moans of my next orgasm interrupt my plea with incoherent exclamations as my eyes close, and my head droops. When my breathing regains some regularity, I try again, “Please, I...,I can't take it anymore. No more.... Please! ...Just come and fuck me yourself. Just take me.... I'm yours!”