Waiting is the hardest part. The anticipation. Not knowing what is going to happen. What cruelty she is going to inflict on me next. My cunt is drenched and I am desperate for something to fill me but with my hand tied behind my back there is nothing I can do to relieve myself.

Finally, she returns, smiling at my predicament as she takes a seat by my side. “What do you want, little fucktoy?”

“To cum,” I answer honestly.

“A choice. You can cum. Or you can make me cum.”

 A cruel choice. Quivering, I stick out my tongue.