I pulled on my restraints, the rope tightening on my arms. My small, petite, submissive girlfriend wanted to be the dom for once. She had me tied in our dungeon. My arms were pulled out, tied to two pillars, my ankles were strapped to the floor; a rope around my waist pulled up and back kept my ass exposed, a rope connected to my collar pulled my head down and forward. The position was of my own design, it left everything exposed for torment; my princess had been paying more attention than I thought, she replicated it perfectly. She had completed it with a ball gag and blind; left or watched (i’m not sure) until I was drooling uncontrollably.
I felt a small and sudden sting as a crop slapped my ass, followed by a giggle from my princess.
“Aww, are you a little tied up, Daddy?” she purred. I moaned in response, a moan of frustration and desire. “I’ve left you for thirty minutes and you’re still as hard as when I left you. Does this position make you horny?”
“Yesh,” I moaned.
“Does it make you want to cum?”
“Yesh, yesh!”