You're hooded and gagged, strapped tightly to a chair; your ankles are bound to the back legs along with your arms, thoroughly restricting your movement against the ropes. Your thighs have also been spread and restrained, leaving your balls and cock completely exposed. You have no concept of time, can't work out how long it's been since you were left, to wait in anticipation for what was to come. The hood muffles noise and keeps you in total darkness.
The strings of saliva caused by the bit gag have slowly trickled down your neck, and you can feel a slight draft cooling it against your exposed skin...
You've tested your bonds countless times to no avail; I'm practiced enough now to make the knots sturdy and tight. You try once more; there's nothing else to do at the moment. You stiffen suddenly, straining to hear against the thick hood material as a faint clicking approaches. You sense me in front of you rather than see me, but your cock starts to harden all the same. I take a moment to admire my handiwork, I am going to have so much fun with you tonight!
You twitch as the cool leather tip of my crop lazily trails across your thighs before snapping down twice in quick succession, making you grunt and pull against the ropes. I rip off the hood and you blink as your eyes adjust, new pools of drool welling up as you shake your head to clear it. Your cock is fully hard now, pointing straight up and begging for attention as you take in my body, encased in a black pvc catsuit and knee-high heeled boots. 'I hope you weren't drifting off there' I sneer, casually leaning the crop back against my shoulder. You look at me sullenly, getting into character.
I lean forward and stroke my thumb over the gag, smirking 'You strike me as the mouthy type so I thought I'd take precautions....' You retort with a series of muffled, half-formed expletives and I laugh. 'Oh, how threatening, I'm terrified' I mock. My crop begins to circle your pulsing cock and balls, you're writhing hard, wary that I might decide to whip those too.