I've dolled myself up into a gorgeous blonde stripper-style temptress for you, and I've already undressed you and teased you into a delicious state of arousal in my living room. After strutting around and showing myself off for you, I make you chase me around the room with your big hardon leading the way.
The view of my voluptuous body from behind is deliciously enticing, with my long, wavy blonde hair falling down my back and swaying side to side, and my hot ass wiggling and gyrating around with every step I take in my sky-high spike heels. The scent of my Chanel Coco perfume also seems to have a certain effect of enticement on you...
You follow me in hot pursuit, but you don't catch me, because I don't let you; instead I want you to keep following me around with your eyes on the prize while I reject any real advances on your part. And for some reason, you clearly don't mind playing along with my little game and you gladly deny yourself on my behalf...
Now this activity continues for a while before I spin around and come toward you, stopping you in your tracks. I approach you slowly, looking into your eyes as I reach out and wrap the warm palm of my soft hand around your fully erect member. You just stand there as my feminine fingers envelop your erection, and then, with a come-hither smile, I slowly lead you into my bedroom.
Mmm, I just love doing that, leading you around by your dick, enjoying the symbolism of having this overwhelming sexual power over you, with your aroused male genitalia being at the mercy of my irresistible feminine charms. And it seems to have a very pacifying affect on you as I lead you over toward my bed...
I lie you down on your back and tell you to keep still. It is awfully difficult for you to do so, since you are so sexually aroused and you want me so badly, and you're just dying to reach out and grab me - but you obey.
Then I begin tormenting you by dangling my soft angora sweater right before your eyes and making you beg me to rub you all over with it. Little soft touches with it, for oh-so-brief periods of time, are granted and then removed, and the effect is deliciously wicked because the object of your desire is so deliciously displayed but then cruelly denied...
Over and over I offer it to you, dangling it right in your face while you beg for it, and then I hold it right above your dick and sway it back and forth, causing you to throw your hips upwards in a futile attempt to get some pleasure from it. But I take great delight in denying you repeatedly, laughing at you and pulling it away effortlessly every time you try.
Suddenly, just like before, as your begging becomes increasingly desperate, I just let it drop gently right onto your erection, and you inhale quickly as the soft fur envelops your highly sensitized member again. I rest my hand on it and begin to gently rub it up and down the length of your cock, studying the reaction on your face, one of indescribable ecstasy.
But then I take it away, lifting it slowly off your cock with a playful giggle as I let it glide over your ultra-sensitive cockhead. I do this knowing full well that giving you a taste of something and then denying you more is the purest essence of any truly effective prick tease, and so it shall be with you...
So now I go back to dangling it above your erection again, offering it so close but keeping it so far, watching carefully and waiting for your desperate attempts to stick your cock out to come get it. When you do, I yank it away and burst out laughing, loving every minute of the way you keep falling into the same little trap over and over!
As I repeat the cruel torment again and again, sweetly offering it but rejecting your advances with deliciously wicked effectiveness, it's almost inevitable that you're going to grab your dick and start pleasuring yourself...
I'm waiting patiently for that, methodically teasing and denying you until it happens, and sure enough, before long, you reach for your cock with one hand and start absent-mindedly stroking it. Immediately I drop the sweater right on your face and rub it all over as I taunt you, "Now, now, now, we'll have none of that!"
Then I grab your wrist firmly and pull it away from your cock, pinning it down near the corner of my bed. My other hand continues to rub my furry sweater in your face, and I can hear your muffled apology as I leave the sweater there and take my hand away to begin fastening the fur-lined restraint around your wrist.
Something about having my fluffy sweater being rubbed in your face seems to have put you in a very passive state, and you just lie there as I tighten the restraint around your wrist. Then I grab your other wrist, guiding it to the opposite corner of the bed and pinning it there with the weight of my upper body. Once again I am delighted to see that you just stay still as I use both hands to fasten the restraint on your other wrist.
I don't waste any time now, as I slide my body down to the foot of the bed and attach each of the other two restraints to your legs, tightening them around your ankles. You don't fight me one bit, seeming to have become completely resigned to your fate for some reason...
And then I stand up and look down at you, restrained in a spread-eagle position on my bed, with my deliciously soft pink angora sweater right on your face. Your fully erect cock is poking up on your stomach, twitching and pulsing as the blood pumps through it, and you are completely helpless and vulnerable, just the way I want you to be!
So now I climb on top of you and slowly lift the furry sweater up off your face, putting it on your chest. The sight of me sitting on top of you has you going absolutely wild with excitement - I'm your very own busty blonde sex kitten cock teaser looking down at her captive! And the look in my eyes tells you I'm not done with you yet, not by a long shot...
You want me so badly at this point that you instinctively flex your body, testing the strength of the restraints by trying to reach up and grab me with your arms. There is a little bit of give in the wrist and ankle cuffs and the straps attaching them to the bed posts, letting you move your arms and legs just a few inches, which provides just a suggestion of the possibility of escape. But as you try to move any more than that, the tightness of them assures that there is simply no chance...
I smile with a sheer, knowing confidence as I look down at you, my long blonde hair dangling down on your cheeks, and I swish it back and forth on you before leaning down toward your ear and whispering, "I've got you now..." And I lift my face away a bit, smile broadly and wink at you as I lean in even slower toward your other ear, whispering, "You're mine!"