Ten minutes ago you were humming some pop song when you reached your bedroom. Now look at you. Naked and tightly hogtied.
I simply hid in your room and waited. You froze immediately when you saw my gun pointed at your head. I gave you no time to react when I pulled you into the bedroom and ordered you to strip. Flabbergasted and in shock, you slowly begin to unbutton your blouse. I'm enjoying the show of course. Your tits are finally freed from your bra. I give them a firm squeeze and slap as you begin to pull your slacks down. When you step out of your panties I pick them up and hand them to you. "Shove these in your cunt now. I want them nice and slimy." You slowly wad them up and carefully push them inside of you.
I toss you a pair of handcuffs and order you to put them on. You lock one wrist then begin to lock the other. I immediately slap your face. "Behind your back you stupid cunt. They better be ratcheted tight too!" You're shaking in fear now and I can see you trying to make sure the cuffs are tight enough. Satisfied, I push you face first onto your bed. I have coils and coils of rope in my kit and I proceed to gather your elbows and lash them tightly together. Now I remove the cuffs and rope your wrists together. I'm nothing if not cautious when it comes to restraining cunts I tell you. I also just like watching bitches handcuff themselves against their will.
Now that you can't possibly fight back, I cross your ankles and tightly tie them together. However, I use a three foot spreader bar to force your knees apart for reasons that will become clear soon. Finally one final bit of rope is used to weave your elbows, wrists and ankles together. I place you on your knees and work some heavy clover clamps on to your puffy nipples. The coup de gras is the ring gag that forces your mouth open and utterly defenseless to my cock that is bulging against my pants.
It's a tight fit but eventually I work my meat into your mouth and slowly down your throat. You make cute little jerking movements as I slide in and out. Your breathing is of little consequence to me so long as you remain conscious when I finally coat your tonsils. Occasionally I grab your nipple clamps and yank on them to encourage you to keep up the pace I have established.