It was happening again. I was in over my head. Literally this time- he has taken a liking to watching me struggle, and so has rigged a contraption I have never seen the likes of before. I am upside down; completely vulnerable to whichever direction his desires take him today. My arms are tied, and my eyes are blindfolded. My legs are spread of course, something he takes great pleasure in doing. Despite his outward appearance of control, I know he loves seeing me like this, stretched out, juices already dripping down my body with anticipation. You can smell it too, the sex, the desire.. The room is thick with it, and I eagerly breathe it in, knowing he is as well. I can't see what he is doing, but I can sense him watching me, enjoying the jerks my muscles make and the cute sounds that come out of my mouth when the ropes dig into my skin. I can hear him groan occasionally, especially when I arch my back trying to gain a little length in my arm restraints.