She loved to see him in a state of desperation. Coming home to it was such a height of her day — she never got tired of it. Being out, knowing her man was here, struggling, writhing, enduring the pleasures and pains she had left him with made her feel so good. Something about it… This sadism deep in her heart. As she opened the bedroom door and found him, it bloomed inside her chest and she sighed happily.
“Oh, you look beautiful,” she said.
He was some guy who had tried to pick her up one night. He had no idea what he was getting himself into… what sorts of desires were held deep within her soul. She took him home. Gave him a taste of her eroticism. And now… well, now he was completely hers. She didn’t want to break him. But… she couldn’t help it. He was addicted to her treatments now.
He was secured to her bed, his wrists and ankles restrained with duct tape. She loved to use it — tearing it off his skin and hairs was so much fun. Using smaller pieces of tape she had attached multiple egg vibrators to his erect cock. There were three along his shaft. One taped to the very tip. There was one on each of his nipples as well.