FabSwingers.com forum: My thoughts feed my hunger

By *ondon master OP Man
over a year ago

Kent

Her need.

The sound of her gentle breathing soothed me; I sat back in my armchair and absorbed the beauty of my captive, as she struggled in vein against her bonds.

Her natural curves accentuated by both the nylon cocoon master had wrapped her in, and the application of the red leather straps applied to her limbs to keep her in position.

Her neck held rigid by the stiff 4-inch posture collar I had applied and padlocked tightly around her throat…. she lay there on the coffee table hogtied and ring gagged

Drooling uncontrollably onto its leather surface a pool of drool forming around her chin…the nylon encaseing her chin glistening as it became coated in her spittle.

All this only fuelled my passion for my precious captive, I could feel my shaft

Flex as it tried to escape from the stricture of my denim jeans…. a feeling of pure

Passion…. but being in control I would save being satiated until I had pleasured my

Slave…for without her I would not be all that I need to be.

I ran my hands over my cocooned slut, feeling her body shiver at my touch, the heat of

Her body felt so erotic through the nylon which encased it…her pelvis thrusting onto the table top, in an attempt to release her passion…. her pussy dripping with her

Lubricating juices, and soaking through the nylon covering her treasure….

She struggled even more in attempt to entice me to rip a hole in her pantyhose and impale her with my swollen shaft….but this Master does not buckle to such temptation…for I know that if I cant control my urges, then I have no right to try to control my captives.

No slave will be bound for many hours before I treat her to reward kneel down to allow her to look into her Masters eyes…she tries to beg for release but all that comes from her mouth are moans and copious amounts of drool…. she looks into my eyes imploring me with her glazed eyes for my attentions…I sneer at her and push her head harshly onto the table…she has not earned sexual release yet…

I sit back on my armchair and again watch her as she slides her encased and trussed body against the coffee table…her breathe now quicker…her nylon toes and fingers pointing and twitching, her breasts now glistening with her drool….her nipples protruding as much as they could through her cocoon.

She knew that this was just the beginning of her training for today, she knew her body would be put through various stages of torture before I spent my seed inside of her.

She did not want this…she needed this training to be what she had to truly be!

And that was to be totally enslaved….

Master Latham….