Miss M had him bound tightly against the thick black metal pole, bright red rope winding around his body in intricate patterns that left him deliciously helpless. A heavy gag filled his mouth, turning every sound into deep, muffled moans that only seemed to excite her more.
She kept him balanced at the edge for what felt like forever, stroking and teasing with slow, deliberate precision until his entire body shook beneath her hands. His eyes rolled back, breath catching in his throat, the sound of those desperate, muffled noises echoing around the room. The sight alone nearly made her lose control herself.
Just before she finally let him tip over the edge, she fastened a second gag securely over the first. The image of him like that, restrained, flushed, and double gagged with his eyes unfocused from the intensity, was almost too much to resist.
When his ****** finally hit, it tore through him hard enough to leave him trembling against the pole, muffled moans spilling uselessly behind the layered gags as Miss M drew every reaction from him she wanted. Even afterwards she kept her touch on him, extending the intensity just enough to make him shake, squirm, and melt beautifully beneath her attention.
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