I never thought I’d spend my days naked in the basement of a mansion, chained to a post with nothing but the dim lights and my own filthy body for company. Female Bondage is my reality now, ropes biting deep while dried-up cum stains cling to my skin like proof of everything he’s done to me. I can smell him on me even when he’s not here.
I hear his footsteps on the stairs and my whole body tightens.
“There she is,” he says, stepping into the room with a grin. “My messy little captive slut.”
I lift my eyes immediately. “Master…”
He walks around me slowly, admiring the ropes and my stained skin. “Look at you,” he murmurs. “You’re still covered from last time. Didn’t even try to clean yourself.”
“I wasn’t allowed to, Master,” I whisper.
“Good girl,” he says, smacking my thigh. “I like seeing my marks all over you.”
He grabs my jaw and tilts my face up. “Open your mouth and show me you remember why you’re down here.”
I obey, tongue out, trembling.
“That’s right,” he says. “You’re here to be used. To be filled. To be ruined.”
He tightens the ropes, forcing my back to arch. “Look how wet you get in this basement,” he growls. “One command and you melt.”
“Yes, Master… I can’t help it.”
“You don’t need to,” he whispers into my ear. “You exist down here for my pleasure. Nothing else.”
I feel the pressure of his hands, the weight of his voice, the thrill of being trapped beneath him and covered in everything he’s used me for.
“Stay still,” he orders, gripping my hips. “I’m not done with my dirty little basement slut.”
And I give in….shaking, dripping, stained, and aching to be used again.
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