Just a Toy (MF/F)
Posted: Sat Sep 05, 2020 2:52 am
Silly short dirty dumb fantasy of mine.
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I've been like this for hours.
Bound, blind, gagged, helpless.
Naked.
All I can feel on my skin is tight, rough rope, digging uncomfortably into my bare flesh. Wrapping around my chest, confining my arms to my sides, snaking over and below and between my breasts, squeezing and lifting them up. Tying my hands behind my back, the knots out of reach of my fingers. Cinched tight around my thighs and my calves, keeping them bent in two beneath me, forcing me to kneel before them. They brought so, so much of it, almost as if they had known that they wouldn't be robbing an empty house.
They knew they were going to find me here, and they came prepared.
Yeah, there are two of them. A man and a woman. Both of them are older than me, both of them dark-haired and attractive, but I haven't seen their faces or anything else since they tied my pantyhose over my eyes, blindfolding me.
I haven't seen them, but I've felt them, and I know that now they're naked too.
I've felt her kneeling behind me, pressing herself close against my back, her hands slipping around me to play with me as she laughs into my ear.
I've felt his hand tight in my hair, his penis hard and hot in my mouth, his warm spunk sprayed across my face as he pulls out and finishes with a groan.
They let it drip down my nose, my lips, my hair, soaking into the pantyhose covering my eyes, and when they were tired of looking at me like that, they wiped my face clean with the panties they'd made me take off, and then they taped them into my mouth, laughing at my muffled moan of disgust as I tasted myself and him on the flimsy white cotton.
It's been hours since then, and I'm still right where I was when they broke in and found me, my bedroom now my prison. Still on my knees, still tied up, still tasting sweat and cum every time I try to move my tongue. Still cold and naked, my arms and knees and breasts sore. Still a prisoner.
They're still here, touching me from time to time as they rob my house around me. A finger between my legs, a slap of my ass, a pinch of my nipples, enough to excite me but never to leave me anything but frustrated. With my hands still tied, I can't even stop them.
There's more they plan to do to me, they tell me, when they decide the time is right. It won't just be little touches then. They'll throw me down on the bed and do all sorts of things to my body, and they don't plan on untying me or removing my gag or blindfold while they do it.
They tell me they're enjoying having a pet of their own, and that they're starting to think about a collar.
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I've been like this for hours.
Bound, blind, gagged, helpless.
Naked.
All I can feel on my skin is tight, rough rope, digging uncomfortably into my bare flesh. Wrapping around my chest, confining my arms to my sides, snaking over and below and between my breasts, squeezing and lifting them up. Tying my hands behind my back, the knots out of reach of my fingers. Cinched tight around my thighs and my calves, keeping them bent in two beneath me, forcing me to kneel before them. They brought so, so much of it, almost as if they had known that they wouldn't be robbing an empty house.
They knew they were going to find me here, and they came prepared.
Yeah, there are two of them. A man and a woman. Both of them are older than me, both of them dark-haired and attractive, but I haven't seen their faces or anything else since they tied my pantyhose over my eyes, blindfolding me.
I haven't seen them, but I've felt them, and I know that now they're naked too.
I've felt her kneeling behind me, pressing herself close against my back, her hands slipping around me to play with me as she laughs into my ear.
I've felt his hand tight in my hair, his penis hard and hot in my mouth, his warm spunk sprayed across my face as he pulls out and finishes with a groan.
They let it drip down my nose, my lips, my hair, soaking into the pantyhose covering my eyes, and when they were tired of looking at me like that, they wiped my face clean with the panties they'd made me take off, and then they taped them into my mouth, laughing at my muffled moan of disgust as I tasted myself and him on the flimsy white cotton.
It's been hours since then, and I'm still right where I was when they broke in and found me, my bedroom now my prison. Still on my knees, still tied up, still tasting sweat and cum every time I try to move my tongue. Still cold and naked, my arms and knees and breasts sore. Still a prisoner.
They're still here, touching me from time to time as they rob my house around me. A finger between my legs, a slap of my ass, a pinch of my nipples, enough to excite me but never to leave me anything but frustrated. With my hands still tied, I can't even stop them.
There's more they plan to do to me, they tell me, when they decide the time is right. It won't just be little touches then. They'll throw me down on the bed and do all sorts of things to my body, and they don't plan on untying me or removing my gag or blindfold while they do it.
They tell me they're enjoying having a pet of their own, and that they're starting to think about a collar.
