Harris hero bondage

She awoke restrained a pleasing rope biting into her skin. The woman's breasts scarcely covered by an open shirt she felt a mix of fear and arousal. The cool air on her nipples intensified the feeling. A glimpse down revealed her pantyhose torn and panties tugged aside. Her mind raced envisioning what might come next an exciting unknown. She was a captive of her own urges and this mysterious setup. A police uniform lay nearby a playful suggestion. Was this a game or something more sinister? She strained against her bonds a passion to break free but a hidden wish to stay. The game of bondage had only just started. Her mind wandered to the couch where she would soon be laid. This was not a nightmare rather a dream she had secretly yearned for. The image of her own ecstasy filled her mind. A silent moan escaped her lips as she fully embraced the moment. Her core beat faster with each passing second. It was an experience she would never let go. She felt a wave of release in her captivity. This submissive role brought her unexpected joy. Her eyes widened with anticipation. The supreme satisfaction was within her grasp.