Sluttypet
You pleased me well with your cloned cock in our last scene and I do so love to look at it hanging from a hook on my bedroom wall, just as I love that you await my pleasure, hard and ready, whenever I might call on you.
Do you like my outfit? In my skintight, shiny black PVC catsuit, I feel like a cruel black widow spider luring an unsuspecting fly into my web. But you are not unsuspecting, are you, you little insect? You know precisely how I plan to devour you for my own pleasure and yet you come willingly into my lair.
So, tonight, I want you naked and gleaming so I may feast my eyes on what a delicious specimen of manflesh you are. Strip and stand before me - back straight, legs spread, hands laced behind your neck, head up but eyes cast down.
Now, do not move while I trickle warm oil over your straining flesh. I see you shiver, hmmm, you like that do you? Then imagine how it will feel when I rub the oil lightly all over your body with my slippery gloved hands. I know you love my long, feminine fingers and the thought of them caressing your body is surely a treat you never thought you would earn.
Uh, uh, hold still. No squirming little worm. Even when I stroke the oil on your most sensitive manflesh. Oh, so soon you are quivering with need, so now I shall stop and move on to the next stage of your preparation.
Think, little fly, what does a beautiful spider do with her prey to hold it still until she has need of it? She wraps it tightly with her silk. Imagine, being so vulnerable, unable to move, knowing she will soon eat you alive. Terrifying, but also so very tempting.
So, stand now with your legs together and place your arms at your sides. I know the feel of your oiled skin rubbing against itself is stimulating and makes you wish to indulge yourself more, however, it is in your interest to be absolutely still if you do not want a taste of my wicked crop.
I am going to wrap you tightly using this clear, plastic clingfilm. Starting at your ankles, up your calves, binding your knees and thighs.
Now, take hold of your throbbing, oiled member and hold it against your belly as I continue over your hips, across your abdomen.
How does it feel to lose the ability to move your arms as I bind them to your sides, continuing up your body until I reach the top of your chest?
Now, don't you look good enough to eat? Shuffle over to my padded leather bench and lie yourself down. Careful now, you don't want to lose your balance and fall. There now, that's better.
