Stay Soft for Me Baby

You pull experimentally at the bindings, testing, realising there's no escape. You're vulnerable. Exposed.

Perfect.

I trail my fingers down your spine, watching you shiver under my touch, my nails scraping lightly down to the curve of your ass. I grab the glass plug, coating it with lube, watching you tense slightly as I press the cool tip against your entrance.

You inhale sharply.

"Breathe," I murmur, rubbing slow, gentle circles around the tight muscle, coaxing you to relax.

You exhale shakily, your body softening just enough for me to press forward. The plug slides in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you, filling you, making you whimper.

You hear the camera click.

I hum in satisfaction, running my hands over your ass, feeling you clench and relax around the intrusion.

"What a view," I murmur, snapping another picture.

You groan, your head dropping forward, the frustration clear in every line of your body.

And then I reach for something new.

You don't see it at first, but you hear the soft sound of lube being squeezed onto silicone.

Feel the butt plug being worked out of your ass. My turn to watch it close.

I watch your shoulders tense, your breath catching. You try to turn your head, but I press a firm hand to the small of your back.

"Stay still," I instruct, my voice smooth, steady.

You swallow, nodding, but I can see the slight tremor in your muscles.

"You've never had this before, have you?" I purr, pressing the tip of the anal vibrator against your stretched hole, letting you feel it, letting the uncertainty settle into anticipation.

You shake your head, barely whispering, "No."

I grin.

"Good," I murmur. "Then let's see how much you can take."

And with that, I push it inside.

Your breath hitches, your body tightening around the thick toy as I slowly work it in, taking my time, making sure you feel every inch stretching you wider, deeper.

Your fingers clench into fists, your chest rising and falling in rapid, shallow breaths.

"Shh," I soothe, my hands smoothing over your hips, my lips ghosting over the small of your back. "You're doing so well."

You moan, half pleasure, half agony, and then--

I turn it on.

A deep, rumbling vibration pulses through you, spreading from the inside out, sending a violent shudder through your entire body.

You cry out, your head falling forward, your arms straining against the restraints.

I smile, watching the way your muscles tense and flex, watching the way the cage tightens painfully against your desperate, aching cock.

"That's it," I whisper, trailing my nails over your trembling thighs. "Let me ruin you"

I watch as the vibrations ripple through you, your entire body trembling, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The anal vibrator hums inside you, buried deep, stretching you, forcing you to endure every relentless pulse. I see your fingers clenching, your muscles straining against the restraints, your thighs twitching in frustration as the cage tightens painfully around your cock.

You're breaking.

But you're not broken yet.

I drag my nails lightly down your back, watching you shiver under my touch. I lean in close, pressing my lips to your ear, letting my breath tickle your heated skin.

"You can't do anything about it, can you?" I whisper, my voice laced with amusement. "You're desperate... aching... and all you can do is take what I give you."

You groan, your head dropping forward.

"Tell me how it feels," I purr, running my hand over your ass, pressing against the base of the toy, pushing it deeper inside you.

Your breath stutters. "It--fuck--it's too much... it's--"

I smirk. "Too much?" I repeat, clicking the vibration up a notch.

Your whole body jolts. "Ah--fuck--"

The pleasure and pain mix into something uncontrollable, something raw. You rock forward, trying to escape the intensity, but there's nowhere to go. The spreader bar holds your legs wide apart, your wrists bound above you, completely at my mercy.

And I have no mercy.

I grip your chin, forcing you to look at me. Your eyes are wild, your lips parted, your body trembling.

"You love it," I murmur, watching the way you react to my words. "You love being like this for me. Helpless. Used. Mine."

You shudder at the last word, your breath catching in your throat.

I grin, running my fingers down your stomach, stopping just before the cage. "Poor baby," I coo. "You're so fucking hard, and there's nothing you can do about it."

Your hips jerk instinctively, but it's useless. The cage holds you tight, every pulse of arousal only making the pressure more unbearable.

I press a soft kiss to your lips, almost sweet, before whispering against them. "I should keep you like this all night."

Your whole body tenses at the idea, a strangled whimper escaping your throat.

I giggle, enjoying your torment far too much. But I know exactly how far to push you.

I watch you writhe beneath me, your muscles trembling as the deep vibrations roll through your body. The cage traps you, denying you any kind of release, keeping you locked in that torturous limbo of pleasure and pain.

I smirk, running my hands over your bound body, feeling every twitch, every involuntary shudder. My fingers dance along your sides, barely touching, teasing.

"Fuck, you're beautiful like this," I murmur, snapping another photo, capturing the way your body reacts to my control.

You groan, your forehead pressing into the mattress, your arms straining against the restraints. I can see the war inside you--the desperate need to push back, to fuck yourself against the vibrations, against the toy stretching you open, but the cage keeps you obedient.

I press a hand between your shoulder blades, pinning you down as I twist the vibrator slightly, adjusting the angle, making the vibrations even more intense.

You let out a strangled moan, your body shaking.

"You're taking it so well," I whisper, dragging my nails over your lower back. "But I think you need more."

You whimper, nodding weakly.

I chuckle darkly, reaching between your legs to cup your caged cock, feeling the unbearable hardness straining against the metal. "You're suffering, aren't you?"

You let out a choked noise, nodding again.

I tighten my grip just slightly--not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you that I control everything you feel.

"Good."

I kneel behind you, pressing my lips to the curve of your ass, kissing over the stretched rim where the vibrator is still pulsing deep inside you. My breath is warm against your skin, my tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive, stretched flesh.

Your entire body jerks at the sensation, a broken moan escaping your lips.

"Oh, you like that?" I smirk, licking you again, deliberately.

I slowly ease the vibrator out of you, watching the way your hole clenches around the loss. You whimper at the sudden emptiness, your body trembling with the need for more.

But I'm not done with you yet.

I move to your front, untying your wrists, guiding you up until you're sitting back on your knees, still restrained, still spread open for me. Your chest rises and falls in ragged breaths, your brown eyes dark and wild with lust and frustration.

I cup your jaw, tilting your face up so you have to look at me.

"You're mine," I murmur, my voice low and possessive.

You nod, swallowing hard. "Yours."

I kiss you, slow and deep, my tongue sliding against yours, tasting the desperation in you.

Then I push you onto your back, straddling you, pressing my soaked pussy against your stomach, letting you feel just how wet I am from ruining you.

Your hands instinctively move to touch me, but I grab your wrists and pin them above your head.

"Not yet," I whisper, rolling my hips, grinding against you, teasing you with my heat.

You groan, your head falling back against the pillow, your entire body tense with restraint.

I reach down, unbuckling the cage, finally freeing you.

Your cock is painfully hard, red and leaking, pulsing with need.

I wrap my fingers around it, stroking you slowly, just enough to drive you insane.

You gasp, your hips bucking slightly, but I pin you down with my weight, keeping control.

"You've been so good for me," I murmur, leaning down to kiss you again.

And then, finally, I sink down onto you, taking you in inch by inch, stretching myself around you.

Your entire body tenses beneath me, a guttural moan escaping your lips as you're finally--finally--inside me.

I smile against your lips.

"Now," I whisper, rolling my hips. "Let's see how long you can last."

I sink down onto you, slow and deliberate, letting every inch stretch me open, taking my time to savour the moment. You let out a ragged, choked moan beneath me, your body trembling after all the torment, the denial.

I watch the way your fingers clench into fists, how your arms strain. You want to grab my hips, to take control, to flip me over and fuck me senseless. But you can't.

I lean forward, pressing my hands against your chest, pinning you down as I rock my hips, my walls clenching tight around you.

"Fuck," you groan, your head falling back.

I smile, rolling my hips in slow, teasing circles, making sure you feel every inch of me wrapped around you. My nipples graze against your skin, still so sensitive, still aching from being teased.

"You feel so fucking good," I whisper, dragging my nails down your chest.

You growl in response, your muscles flexing beneath me, your cock twitching inside me. But you hold still, knowing that this isn't yours to take. It's mine to give.

I pick up the pace, my hips moving faster, harder, riding you the way I want, taking you the way I need. You moan beneath me, your breathing ragged, your restraint crumbling with every thrust.

I watch your face, the way your jaw clenches, the way your brown eyes burn with unfiltered hunger. You're right on the edge. You've been teetering there for so long, your body tormented, teased, used.

I reach between us, my fingers finding my clit, rubbing tight circles as I ride you. I'm close too--I can feel it, the heat building low in my stomach, the way my body trembles with pleasure.

Your eyes are locked on me, watching, mesmerised, completely at my mercy.

"Fuck, please," you beg, voice wrecked.

I moan at your words, the praise tipping me closer, my movements turning desperate, chasing my own pleasure, using you to get myself off.

You gasp as I clench around you, as my walls squeeze tight, milking you, pulling you deeper into my spiral of pleasure.

"Cum for me," I command, my voice a breathless moan.

Your body tenses beneath me, every muscle drawn tight, and then you break.

I feel it--the way your cock throbs, the way you let out a deep, guttural moan as you spill inside me, finally given the release you've been so desperate for.

I don't stop. I ride you through it, pushing myself over the edge right after you, my body locking up as waves of pleasure crash over me.

I gasp, my nails digging into your skin, my entire body shuddering as I fall apart on top of you.

Silence fills the room, nothing but the sound of our ragged breathing, our bodies slick with sweat, tangled together.

I slowly collapse against your chest, my hands running over your skin, grounding both of us. Your heart is racing beneath me, your arms still stretched above your head, waiting.

I smile lazily, reaching down to release the restraints.

Instantly you pull me close, holding me tight against you.

I nuzzle into your neck, my breath warm against your skin, my lips pressing soft, lazy kisses over your pulse.

"You're mine," I murmur, tracing my fingers over your chest.

You exhale a soft chuckle, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"Always."