I knew Elise couldn’t resist when she saw me locked up in that tiny metal cage — especially with my long bare legs sticking out, helpless and exposed. She’s always had a thing for feet, and I could feel her eyes devouring mine before she even touched me. But Elise’s idea of foot play is not soft or sweet. She loves to make me squirm, gasping and trembling while she drags her sharp nails over my soles, tickles until I’m breathless, and snaps a cane just to hear me squeal.
I tried to hold back, but the sounds just kept pouring out of me until she silenced me with an inflatable gag, swelling tighter and tighter until I could only moan. My whole body was already shaking when she slipped a latex rebreather hood over my head, cutting off my sight and stealing my breath. Then came the *****, deep and relentless, and the vibrator buzzing against my **** until I couldn’t think straight.
Caged, gagged, and smothered — every nerve in my body was on fire. I tried to fight the overload, but it was useless. The mix of pain, pleasure, and frustration exploded through me until I couldn’t hold back the scream building inside me. I came so hard my whole body went soft, lost in a blur of helpless ecstasy.
All things Bondage
Luscious Legs and Feet
