There she lied on the bed, limbs stretched to the four corners and eyes bound by a tie. Her pale skin was covered in sweat, her legs straining to close so that none could see the pink flesh that resided between them. So none could see the arousal that had been built up while she was spread so whorishly. The Grand Master had only been standing there for a few minutes, having left her bound and blindfolded for hours. He tilted his head back, gauntleted fingers coming to tap rhythmically against his cheek before he stepped forward. His presence was announced by the loud clacking of his boots against the ground.
Her body stiffened at the sound, back arching as she yanked at the bindings. Her heavy breasts bounced upon her chest, her body was strained as she once again attempted to get out, though he could see the hardened pink nipples that capped those large breasts. She was certainly a far more twisted individual than he had originally anticipated. Yet, he could not find himself disappointed in that fact.