The mistress selected a second, larger pair of cuffs from the wall, and soon my legs were spread wide, my ankles locked to the foot of the frame. I had never felt so sexually vulnerable. I was facing out and leaning back, completely helpless, completely exposed, my cock hard as an eighteen-year-old's and already dripping from the tip.

She slapped the head of my cock smartly with her free hand.

"Forget it. You'll be lucky if I fuck you."





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