Tighter

On his knees, with his legs spread, his soft and delicate member is presented to me to do with as I please. It's so unassuming when it's small! How could it cause so much trouble?

Of course, all that is required to fix it is a little length of rope, no more than twenty-four inches or so. Folded over and tied tightly, there is little he can do with it now.

As I bend down to test his bonds, he groans softly. The sight of my ample bosom is causing the little length of rope to grow tigher. His distress inspires me to give him a playful tug.

"Does that hurt?"

He can't answer. He only rolls his head back and bites his lip.

All saccharine sweetness I trace his ear with my finger as I purr again, "Does that hurt, little boy?"

"Yes, Miss!"

I trail my nails down his chest and find his delicate nipples. A slow twist and again he moans, craving my touch, yet fearful of the pain it will bring. He has not released in a month and is desperate for something, anything, and I know all his peccadilloes and passions.

I draw a stockinged foot across his neck and he eagerly inhales my perfume. I allow him to kiss one pedicured toe before I again grind a heel into his sensitive nipple. His hope for release swells and ebbs, swells and ebbs. Is there truly hope for him?

It depends only on my whim.