Bound and handcuffed, I'm unable to touch myself. A slave to my desires, I'm instructed to pleasure myself through the lens of a camera. My lingerie, a symbol of my captivity, as I struggle against the ropes that bind me.
In a tantalizing display of dominance, I found myself bound and handcuffed, my every move restricted. The thrill of submission was intoxicating, my body adorned in alluring lingerie and panties, my skin aching for release from the restraints. The sight of my bound form was enough to stir my desires, but it was not enough. I needed to be freed, to pleasure myself to the point of exhaustion. The ropes and handcuffs served as a reminder of my captivity, yet they only fueled my insatiable lust. The instructions to jerk off were clear, each stroke a testament to my longing for freedom. The sensation of my own touch was enough to bring me close to the edge, my body writhing in pleasure as I reached my climax. The experience was intense, a blend of pain and pleasure that left me spent and satisfied.
