Miss M torments a Man United footballer who is really bound and gagged in her isolation room

He was tied in his Manchester United kit, the white ropes cinched tight around his ankles and above and below his knees, his wrists bound firmly behind his back. A dressing gown cord served as a cleave gag. I left him there to twist and strain against the ropes until the reality of his helplessness settled in—until he understood who held the power.

I couldn't keep it to myself. My friend was having a rough day, and I knew this would lift her spirits. I video called her, angling the screen so she could watch him struggle. With a dressage whip in one hand and an electric zapper in the other, I urged him to squirm for us. Soon, we were both laughing at the desperate way he writhed and pleaded.

After a brief recovery period, I returned with headphones. Through them, I played a recording of my voice detailing what was to come—how beautiful his suffering was, how I intended to edge him again and again before finally granting release with my hands and mouth… and how I wouldn’t stop even then. He listened on a loop while I pulled down his shorts and began to tease him. I recorded every ragged plea, every strained beg, and played those back to him too.

I placed a large ***** between his legs and rode it hard until I came, all while keeping him balanced right on that trembling edge. Only then did I allow him his own ******.

Before untying him, I brought myself to one more wet, shaking climax right in front of him—his blindfold still on, his restraints still holding.