Bound, blindfolded, and utterly helpless-exactly where he belongs. There's nowhere he'd rather be, though he doesn't even know what's coming next, or when. His breathing trembles as I toy with his fear and anticipation, savoring every second of his vulnerability. I lower my full weight onto his face-my throne-using the bars and ropes to steady myself. He's granted only fleeting moments of air, just enough to remind him of his place. He makes the perfect seat, a mere fly ensnared in my web. He knows how lucky he is to feel my perfect curves pressing against him, even if he's denied the privi...

Bound, blindfolded, and utterly helpless-exactly where he belongs. There's nowhere he'd rather be, though he doesn't even know what's coming next, or when. His breathing trembles as I toy with his fear and anticipation, savoring every second of his vulnerability. I lower my full weight onto his face-my throne-using the bars and ropes to steady myself. He's granted only fleeting moments of air, just enough to remind him of his place. He makes the perfect seat, a mere fly ensnared in my web. He knows how lucky he is to feel my perfect curves pressing against him, even if he's denied the privilege of seeing them. Any stolen breath will earn him my swift and merciless correction. After what feels like an eternity, I allow him a few teasing glimpses of my perfection-before slamming my body back down, pushing him to the edge of his limits. The struggle excites me. It's terrifying to be at my mercy, and I wouldn't have it any other way. To me, he's nothing more than furniture, a toy to amuse and serve me. He exists solely as my property-mine, and mine alone.