Bondage Therapy 244: Roommate’s Private Playroom
I sneak home late for the third time this week, still smelling like someone else’s perfume, only to find you waiting with that soft smile and those hard purple eyes. You lock the door, take my wrist, and lead me down to the unfinished basement we turned into our private play space. You order me to strip, then press a thick black ball gag between my teeth until drool runs down my chin. Thick leather straps bind my arms behind my back, a chest harness frames and lifts my breasts, and you pull my ankles up into a severe hogtie that arches me against the hard wooden floor. You paddle my bare ass until it burns, pinch and twist my nipples, then slide your fingers inside me and bring me right to the edge again and again while denying every climax. When you finally wipe your fingers on my thigh and leave me alone to think about the rules, I struggle against the tight leather for what feels like forever… until I finally manage to free myself, already knowing your next “therapy” session will be even stricter.