My wrists are tied over my head, my legs are spread, opened him, exposed.
I squirm at your touch, I whimper as he whispers into my ear, telling me I am his, telling
me he is gonna take me tonight, telling me to beg for his cock.
And I do.
My voice cracks, and I turn into a desperate, squirming mess.
It is easy at first.
Please, sir, please give me your big, hard cock.
But the longer I am tied, the more I am exposed, the harder it becomes to think straight.
My voice cracks a bit as my breathing grows more shallow.
Please, I beg, desperation seeping into my words.
I need you, sir.
How long has it been?
I have no idea.
It feels like hours.
You've left my panties on, but the rest of me is naked.
And even though my pussy is covered, I still feel exposed.
The panties he picked for me.
The panties he watched me put on for him.
He touches me everywhere, exploring every inch of my body, gentle, warm, soft, loving.
He's exploring me, watching how I move, how I breathe, how I respond to each and every
touch, and I tell him how good it feels, because I need him to know what he is doing to me.
I give him my words just as easily as I give him my body.
I tell him his touch feels so good, it liberates me, it arouses me.
I guide him with my words, telling him everything I'm feeling.
I tell him he's beautiful, he is perfect.
I am his, and I want to turn him on, and I do my best to seduce him.
I tell him how much I need his cock inside me, how much I worship it, how beautiful it
is.
He presses the head of the Hitachi against my pussy and turns it on, sending waves of
pleasure throughout my body.
I squirm more, pressing into the vibrator, feeling my frustration grow, my begging starts
to reflect my desperation.
Oh God, please, please, I need you inside me, please.
I tell him I want to be his fuck toy, his cum doll, his dirty little cocksucker.
I'll do anything to please him, and the more I say it, the more true it becomes.
Please, please, fuck me, sir.
He laughs softly, not yet.
He whispers in my ear, his breath hot as it washes over me.
He kisses my earlobe and draws it into his mouth, biting it.
It hurts, but the pain shoots right to my clit, and I groan, feeling the vibrator teasing
and tormenting me.
He knows what it does to me.
He knows everything.
I am yours, I promise him.
I'm not sure I can hold back.
I'm getting so close.
My body isn't even mine anymore.
It is his, and he's playing it like an instrument.
Just as I'm about to explode, he pulls the vibrator away.
I raise my hips, hungry and needy, I hear myself growl.
Words are coming out of my mouth, but I don't know what I'm saying.
I am past frustrated.
I am desperate.
I tug at my bonds, and I'm not pleading.
I'm promising.
I'll do anything, anything.
I'm begging you.
It isn't play.
It is what I really feel.
I will.
I will do anything.
Oh, just please, let me come.
I struggle to find the right words, the ones that will convince you.
The ones that will let you know exactly what I'm feeling.
The things I have to tell you.
I am yours, I need you, I love you.
Tears start to flow.
He's silent, watching, calculating, enjoying seeing me this way.
I feel my muscles aching from exhaustion, yet I still fight through it, pressing toward
him, aching for his touch.
Please help me, I beg, over and over, please.
My words are all I have.
If I can just find the right ones, maybe, maybe you'll take pity.
Maybe you'll enjoy seeing me come.
Maybe you'll give me the release I need, because now I need it.
Words are my everything.
I am trying to give them to him, but I can't find them.
My mind is blank, and when I look at him through the tears of my eyes, I see him watching me,
smiling.
His fingers trace over my pussy lips and my panties.
I can feel they are soaked, sticking to me.
His fingertip finds my clit and presses against it, and I press into him again.
Yes, yes, right there, oh God, please.
And just as I'm about to come, he stops, I burst into tears, all I can say is please,
over and over again.
No other word can cut through the fog in my brain.
If I say it enough, if I show him just how desperate I am, then maybe, maybe, please.
Where have my words gone?
That one is all I have, please, but I know it isn't enough.
Something cold touches my thigh just beside my pussy.
I look down and see his knife sliding under the bottom of my panties, effortlessly slicing
through them.
Then to the other side, as they fall away, I feel the coolness of the air against my
wet, aching, throbbing pussy.
It makes it feel better, and it makes it feel worse.
I'm grateful for the sensation, but also tormented by it.
Please just touch me, I whimper, but he doesn't, he just slides my panties off from underneath
me.
He holds them to my nose, and I feel my own wetness against my face.
I smell myself, I can't hide from it.
As he pulls them away, the scent lingers under my nose.
My wetness, my arousal, my desire, it feels like it's coating my face.
I get that moment, it's all that I am.
His wet little fuck doll.
It makes me even wetter, and I swear I can feel myself tripping, tiny droplets from my
pussy sliding down my pelvis and inner thighs.
Each time I inhale, I can smell myself again, and it gets worse.
I love you, I tell him.
He smiles, say it again, he responds gently, and I do, and I keep saying it.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
I only stop when I feel the fabric of my wet panties pressing against my lips.
I open my mouth and accept them.
They fill my mouth completely, and I can feel my wetness now against my tongue.
I can taste myself.
When I breathe through my nose, I feel my stomach fill with butterflies, and I feel
my cunt contract, hungry and needy, haunting him inside me.
I try to repeat the words, but they come out muffled and unintelligible.
I close my eyes, I inhale deeply.
I feel him touch my cheek, and then run his finger over my lips.
He presses a strip of white, sticky tape over my lips, sealing my wet panties in my mouth.
I try to open my mouth, but I can't.
I try to speak again, but my words are even more muffled now.
He adds another strip of tape a little higher, and then a third.
My face is covered in tape from just below my nose down to my chin.
He takes his time, running his fingers over my taped lips, touching my cheeks.
I look into his eyes as he plays with my taped face.
All I have now is my eyes.
He leans down and presses his lips against me.
I want his kiss, but I can barely feel him.
He is so close and so far.
I want to tell him everything, but I can't.
He's taken my words.
I want to beg for his cock, but I can't.
He has taken my words.
I want to beg to be his fuck doll, but I can't.
He has taken my words.
All I have is my eyes, and he's looking into them.
He brushes my hair away from my face and lowers himself on top of me.
I try to adjust my legs, but I can't move them, a combination of the cuffs which hold
me spread and the weight of his body on top of me.
I feel his hard cock against my belly, pressing into me.
All I want is inside me.
I need it inside me, but without my words, all I can do is wait.
All I can do is be what he has turned me into, his silent, bound, helpless fuck toy.
As his body compresses into mine, I can smell his scent mixed with my own each time I breathe.
My mind switches off, no thinking, no words, just feelings.
I am speechless.
I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my wet pussy lips, slowly pressing, opening
me.
I don't need my words anymore.
I just need to be his.
As his cock slides into me, I squeeze my cunt around him, pressing my hips into him.
It's all I can do.
I feel him inside me and hear him groan as his cock fills me, slowly, gently sliding
deeper and deeper.
I am so wet I can hear myself.
I am wet, sloppy, hungry, needy, speechless.
He starts to fuck me, slowly at first, and then harder and harder.
I feel his body start to sweat, and it feels good, pressed against me.
I am trying to fuck him too, but I can't.
I can't move.
I can't speak.
I can't even beg.
I am helpless.
I am speechless.
I am his fuck toy, his doll to use as he sees fit.
I watch him and listen.
I feel every single movement.
I know his cock.
I know how he fucks.
And when he's ready, I know, and I arch my back and squeeze my cunt around his cock.
Desperate moans escape from under the panties and tape, keeping me silent.
I start to cum, hard, my body shaking, my eyes closed tight, my thoughts and words banished.
I am nothing but a vessel for him, his, every inch of me, something for him to fill.
I feel him pumping his gum deep inside me, filling me.
He collapses on top of me, not moving for a few moments.
I feel his breathing slowly return to normal.
His head is next to mine, forehead pressed down so I can't see him.
I feel my bondage even more acutely now.
I'm looking up at the ceiling, my arms and legs bound, my mouth taped, under him, still,
silent, helpless.
He stands up and leaves me that way, and I can feel his cum in my pussy, slowly starting
to leak out of me.
He watches me, standing over me.
His hand runs through my hair, he's silent, but I can feel his love for me.
He wants to let it all sink in, and he knows that leaving me this way, bound, gagged, and
filled with his cum, is what I need.
He wants me to be his fuck toy for just a little longer.
Then, when he unties me, he releases my legs first, then my arms, leaving my mouth taped.
He draws me close and holds me.
I pull my legs up to my chest, and wrap my arms around them, feeling his cum slowly dripping
from my pussy.
He pets my head and kisses my forehead.
I find my way into his arms, and as he gently peels the tape from my lips and removes my
panties, I feel tears start to roll down my cheeks.
I press my face against his beautiful, strong chest, and he holds me while I let out everything.
I cry, and I cuddle, and I press against him, but I don't say a word, because even though
he's given my words back to me, the reality is that just like always, he has left me speechless.
