I was bound by wrists and my ankles. Tied to the bed posts as I lay with my back resting comfortably on the bed. I am blindfolded so I all I can see is darkness. My cock twitches uncomfortably in it’s cage, aching to be released. She doesn’t allow me to have it off when I am not in her presence. It’s been a week since my last orgasm and I am not sure how much longer I will be able to stand it.
She greatly enjoy’s seeing me like this, helpless and bound, with my pleasure at her disposal. If she decides I deserve any that is. Or maybe she isn’t even watching anymore, and left the room to have a glass of wine. “How long I have I been waiting?” I try to ask, but my mouth is gagged shut so only muffled sounds come out. Inaudible and useless to anyone but me. Time is difficult when you are deprived of your senses. It feels like I’ve been waiting for hours, but with my luck it hasn’t even been five minutes yet!