Bound and Tortured Phone Sex Slave

Fellow Phone Sex Slave Hello. Never been one to shiver when I enter into a dark room. But this one I couldn’t help but get not only shivers but goose bumps up my arms. For the note only said to enter, close the door behind me and take 5 steps.

Part of me wanted to reach to my side to look for a light switch but the note said not too. So it was with the creak of the door that I closed it. Standing there waiting patiently for the next signal.

With a deep exhale that is when the voice came from the darkest corner of the room. Just saying welcome. I admit as much of an extreme fetish phone slut I am, I jumped.

My eyes straining to see in the dark.

My ears perking up to hear more.

Nothing.

Nothing till a movement of air beside me. It was then that I knew he was there. Inches from me. I swear I could feel his warm breath on me. Part of me was scared the other part was excited.

Swear he could smell the arousal juices dampening my pussy as I stood there.

It seemed like eternity as I stood there. Waiting. Waiting for what I dont know. But just waiting.

It was then as I grew impatient and excited all in one that his hands grabbed me from behind. Grabbing my arms just by the crook of my elbows and yanking my arms behind me. His strong hands slid down my arms to my wrists where he bound them with a plastic zip tie. I knew this for there is no mistaking that zip sound.

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No I never did fight it. For I am a nasty phone whore that craves to be in extreme sexual situations and nothing is more extreme than to be standing here in a dark room with a complete stranger bounding me. I can not tell you how wet my panties were at this point. To hear him breathing hard down my neck.

My hands were so close to his body. I struggled in my bindings to reach back and touch him. One little touch. I know my hands heck even a finger touching his cock would do. I know I was in reach.

A gruff laugh was all I heard followed by, ” Your Master did not tell you you could move slut. ”

That had me moaning.

He lead me forward pushing me by the back of my neck. Oh what did my Master have in store for me.

He turned me into a bedroom or least I believe it to be a bedroom for I was pushed face first on to a bed. A blindfold was placed over my eyes and this is where the true form of punishment began.

For as I lay there blindfolded my Master cut off my clothes. I could feel the coolness of the metal blades against my arms as he snipped my t-shirt. The slicing of my skirt. The way he ran that blade over my pussy before snipping off my wet panties. I can not lie I was rolling around on that bed in excitement.

He took those panties. I heard him take a deep sniff of them as he placed them in my mouth. My nipples harden as I was forced to taste my pussy juices off my wet panties.

The excitement of laying there naked, blindfolded and bound was far too intense for me. I kept trying to rub my legs together to alleviate the rising tingling sensation within my pussy. Course I knew this wouldn’t go without notice and only had Master grabbing my ankle and tying each of them to the bed.

So now I lay there with my arms behind my back bound and my legs spread with my ankles bound to the bed. As I laid there trying to hear the floor creak or something to get some bearings on where he was. It was at that moment I felt a chill running up my inner thigh all the way to my pussy.

I couldn’t help but arch my back as the cube of ice reached my extremely hot pussy. His gruff laugh as he slid that cube between my pussy lips. “Slut needs to be cooled down it seems”

Oh how I moaned.

But as much as the intensity of the ice burned I couldn’t help but rub my pussy up and down against that cube for hit was the first thing to touch it in what seemed like forever. How I would do anything for him to finger my tight cunt cold fingers and all.

I tried begging but that didn’t get me anywhere either for he only ignored my begging words.

I suppose he didn’t ignore them for he only found new ways in which to torture his bondage phone sex slave. For no sooner do I finish my begging and he is dragging his nails over my body. All over my body. Sure he is leaving deep red trials across my pale skin. But that mere touch only has me screaming in ecstasy.

I can not tell you how long the bondage torture went on for but I can tell you that I left a huge wet spot on that bed. For each tortuous technique had me wiggling around in excitement.

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