Sir’s little slut laying on the bed is something to behold. She is spread eagle, arms and legs forced open wide by the cuffs linked to each bedpost. She cannot move an inch. There is a leather belt around her waist, tied to anchors in the floor, keeping her midsection still. Like this, she is vulnerable to whatever he chooses to do.
The cuffs seem like the only thing keeping her from floating away and the belt feels like the only thing keeping her from shaking apart. Sir has let her cum three times now and the orgasms are starting to feel more like a punishment than a pleasure.
He pinches her nipples and scratches long red lines down her stomach and over her thighs. His lips are soft on hers and leave sloppy kisses down her neck and over her clit. She shudders and whines and her thighs quake. She couldn’t keep still if she tried and is grateful for the bindings that hold her in place. He brings her to an orgasm, then after she has come down from straining against her bondage, he slaps her pussy.