Anabelle's voice over the phone was taut as a wire, her words stretched thin by the weight of her worries. "It's been a long week, " she sighed, "I need to release some of this anxiety. Can you help me out?" I could almost see her, forehead creased, fingers tangled in her hair. I knew exactly what she meant, and I agreed.
She arrived at my doorstep, the click-clack of her heels on the pavement echoing her hurried heartbeat. She was dressed to please, knowing my fondness for pantyhose, her legs sheathed in pantyhose, her skirt short, her top revealing a generous amount of skin. Her eyes were already bright with anticipation, the stress of her week beginning to ebb away.
I led her to the bedroom, the soft lighting casting long shadows that danced across her skin. She surrendered herself to the soft ropes that secured her to the bed, arms tied securely to the headboard, legs spread wide. A cleave gag was tied in her mouth, the dark cloth stark against her pale skin. I could see the tension in her body beginning to unravel, like a spool of thread spinning loose.
Leaning down, I ripped a hole in her pantyhose, the nylon tearing with a sharp hiss. I lowered her gag, her breath hitching as I slipped my fingers into her mouth. She sucked on them, her tongue swirling, her eyes locked onto mine. I could feel the wetness, the warmth, the desperate need.
Replacing the gag, I moved my hands between her legs, her skirt bunched up around her hips. I slipped my fingers into her, her body arching off the bed, a muffled moan escaping from behind the gag. I moved them in and out, her hips rising to meet each thrust, her body twitching in pleasure. It didn't take long to bring her to her first orgasm, her body convulsing, her eyes rolling back.
But I wasn't done. I grabbed her favorite dildo, the silicone smooth and cool to the touch. I used it on her now soaking pussy, her body writhing, her breath coming in sharp gasps. More orgasms pulsed through her, her body helpless to resist the onslaught of pleasure. The week's problems were a distant memory, swallowed up in a haze of ecstasy.
Please carefully read the following before entering bondagemischief.com (the “Website”).
This Website is for use solely by responsible adults over 18-years old (or the age of consent in the jurisdiction from which it is being accessed). The materials that are available on the Website may include graphic visual depictions and descriptions of nudity and sexual activity and must not be accessed by anyone who is younger than 18-years old. Visiting this Website if you are under 18-years old may be prohibited by federal, state, or local laws.
By clicking "I Agree" below, you are making the following statements:
By clicking "I Agree - Enter," you state that all the above is true, that you want to enter the Website, and that you will abide by the Terms of Service Agreement and the Privacy Policy. If you do not agree, click on the "Exit" button below and exit the Website.
