Miss M handjob on a taped up footballer. She just wants to see him struggle.

In the isolated room, Miss M had a man, dressed in a Manchester United football kit, who was tightly bound and taped up. She used duct tape to fix him like a present waiting to be opened.

The scarf gag over his mouth rendered him completely helpless, hardly able to speak, just mumble and try to get it away from between his lips. He could see every twist and turn of his own body in the giant Mirror on the wall. Miss M’s favourite tools of discipline hung up in full view.

A wicked smile played on her lips as she relished in the power she held over him, knowing she would use him for her twisted pleasure later on.

But for now, she wanted to watch his futile struggles on the large TV screen in her own room

He struggled for a while, desperately trying to make the tape shift or even loosen a little. The small room seemed to shrink with each passing moment, the absence of any way for the captive to escape only highlighting Miss M's cruel intentions and the helpless state of her victim.

His muffled moans and the tape creaking filled the air, creating an eerie symphony that only added to the scene. How long would he be left like this? He could only wonder as he lay there, a mere plaything at Miss M's mercy.

And then there was the threat, unspoken but hanging in the air like the scent of his own fear: if he didn’t struggle hard enough, if he didn’t give her the performance she craved, she would take the choice from him. His body would betray him, she would come back, drag down his white shorts with the precum already betraying him and work him hard and fast till his climax filled her hand, humiliating, leaving him sticky and spent in the ruins of his own defiance.