I enter the dungeon. You're already there waiting for me. Your hands are bound with heavy rope and held high above your head, looped over a huge silver meat hook that dangles from the ceiling. There's just enough slack so that you can stand flat on your feet. You're naked except for the ball gag in your mouth and the silk scarf wrapped around your eyes as a blindfold.
You sense my approach as I walk over to you. You can hear the slap of the tip of the riding crop against my open palm. I take the tip and give your balls a light flick, then run it up the length of your already erect cock. I lick my finger and rub my saliva under your purple head. I hear you moan softly. Your body is tense...waiting...
I circle around you and rake my long black lacquered fingernails down your back and up over your ass cheeks leaving thin red trails of skin in their wake. I reach between your legs and cup your dangling balls in my hand and give them a squeeze. They feel tight. I then reach my hand around to the front of you and enclose your pulsating member in the palm of my hand. I stroke up and down a couple of times. I want to see you react. You shudder and a gasp escapes your gagged mouth in anticipation.
