Madeline In Bondage
Madeline writes about getting tied up, and the fun she had:
“Spread your legs,” He took my left hand above my head and put my right hand on my cunt, “show me how you touch yourself.”
I grinned and switched hands.
I licked two fingers, rolling them around my clit, playing. He moved behind me and rummaged in his bag, returned with a purple cuff and wrapped it around my right wrist. He took a length of rope and tied it to the table leg. He looked down at my body and saw my left hand cupping my pussy.
“Did I tell you to stop?”
I continued petting myself.
He cuffed my ankles in black leather and pulled my legs down, spreading them to the corners, lashing them to the table. As he stepped toward my face I saw a gleam in his eyes.
He pulled up a roll of duct tape and tore off a short piece.
“Yes?”
“Yes, please.”
I swallowed and tried to moisten my mouth before it was covered.
He laid the tape across my lips and smoothed it with his fingers. A wicked, wicked smile on his lips, he let out an involuntary sigh.
So very civilized — and I like the way he kept her busy whilst rummaging in his toybag.
