This is my first story, so any constructive criticism is welcome.
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The cuffs are squeezing. My fingers are going numb at the tips. My shoulders ache from being pulled, arms outstretched as far as they'll go. My ass is tender. Every inch of my body is tingling with excitement. His hands on my ass, pounding me from behind. I can't hold out much longer. I'm going to cum. I NEED to cum. I bury my face in the pillow to muffle my screams. He slows, teasing me, keeping me on the edge of ecstasy. His hard dick is throbbing in my pussy, soaked in my juices, and he slowly pulls out, squeezing my hips harder. "Please, Sir!" I beg. He laughs.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
I'm awake. No restraints, no aching shoulders, no tenderness in my ass. Nothing but an empty bed & a wet pussy. Too many days have started like this lately. I look to his dresser, and see that box still sitting. To anyone else, it would seem like any other box. But I know, hidden within is what I've been craving. Those restraints. Just sitting, unopened, teasing me every day.
We ordered them over a month ago. He told me he wanted to use them on me, that he kept imagining me, legs spread open on the bed, dripping pussy exposed for him to enjoy. He never talked like that, never said his fantasies outloud. Usually I found out by looking at his browser history behind his back. I couldn't let it pass- I stopped everything & ordered them, rushed them, before he changed his mind. The day they arrived, I was shaking, thrilled to be used like that again. But he didn't. The box is still sit untouched, like me.
I step in the shower, thinking about that box. I close my eyes, imagining the tightness on my wrists. My fingers move to my pussy, feeling my wetness all over my legs. I think about his hand around my neck, holding me down to the bed while he fucks me. I start fingering myself.