I’ve been here before, I am watching Master tie my feet together at the ankles, the feeling of rope with each wrap building my arousal.
My arms already folded behind me tied as part of the breasts bondage, I breathe as slowly and as deeply as His ropes allow.
Master gently rolls me onto back, with my arms and shoulders forming a square stand on the floor. He lifts my crossed ankles up then back towards my chest and threads my ankle rope around my breast harness.
(https://imgur.com/a/p2ydNCh I put this here because my English struggles to describe His tie.)
I’ve been here before and know what comes next but still my arousal soars every time as he presses my ankles to my chest, pulling the rope tight as they come together. Just like every other time as the rope take away my every freedom, my pussy clenches with each inch He takes away, until my legs are brushing my nipples, my feet splaying their toes with a life of their own. As he is knotting my ankle rope I hear a long moan released by an animal submitting to a combined agony and ecstasy, tears threatening from the rush of emotions.
I’ve been here before, Master slowly enters my pussy with his finger but I know this will not be it’s final destination. As he makes small circles against my front most walls they clench as if hoping His visitor would stay but too soon, always much too soon He is withdrawing as slowly as he entered.
By this stage, I was already in another form of agony, I was ready to orgasm as soon as His finger entered me. Yet I did not, I MUST not, because Master has forbidden my release until He allows me.
As every other time he touches his finger and his thumb, examining the texture and color of my arousal showing me the stretched band that usually meant the peak of my sexual appetite. He smiled and said “The next time my young pleasure girl when you are back in this phase, I hope you will be ready for my vision.”
Puzzled, I was about to summon breath to ask him but before I could, the next step of the training ritual had begun. Slowly, but without waiting, His finger enters my anus. In the past he would be patient rubbing against my exposed hole but I am his pleasure slave, the product of his past training, breathing in slowly, I consciously relax and let Him in. Then just as slowly He inserts his thumb into my pussy. As His thumb and finger pressed together, I convulse against my ropes. My contractions threatening a forbidden orgasm. As my eyes lose focus, I see that my feet have become claws.
As I have many times before, I am a creature of Master’s creation. Without arms or hands, feet serving only to show my arousal, my holes presented, entered serving only for His pleasure. Since the beginning with Him, it was his preferred way to force my orgasms. But since the recent past, with his control training, his holes for my ecstasy has become his instruments
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