The CuckQuean

The sharp edges of the chair legs dig into my calves as I strain against the rope that is binding me to it. Bound so tightly that I cannot move no matter how hard I fight. I desperately want to close my legs. You’ve left me completely exposed. The heat between my thighs grows stronger as I hear you in the other room. I long to touch myself but you’ve cuffed my wrists and chained them together beneath the chair. A stifled cry escapes my lips. I cannot speak or moan for you have gagged me. There is no escape.

Quietly I sit and wait for you to appear. The sounds of pleasure from the other room are both music to my ears and the worst type of torture. My desire to witness the scene unfolding leaves me breathless. But of course, you know every single one of my desires. And you derive the most pleasure from depriving me of what I lust for as long as you can resist. So you continue your dance with the beautiful woman you brought home. I strain to hear your gentle sighs as you seek pleasure in her mouth. Are you praising her? Whispers words I long to hear?