crimson-uncovered: I want the impossibility of escape. It is one of my simplest, most frequent fanta
crimson-uncovered: I want the impossibility of escape. It is one of my simplest, most frequent fantasies, to be bound and gagged and utterly helpless. There is no story behind the fantasy, no context for how I ended up in this predicament. I am simply here, spread eagled, squirming against the ropes as they dig into my skin. I whimper and twitch, struggling for an escape I don’t really want. I have drool dripping down my chin and tears of desperation in my eyes, but the greatest flood of all is the one between my legs. I am wettest there because this is how I’ve always wanted to be fucked. Open and vulnerable, ensnared like a fly in a spider’s web, I’ve wanted to be made to thrash and scream. But more than anything, it’s the feeling of a long, hard cock that I’ve wanted in this position. I’ve wanted to be penetrated in immobility, slowly at first, unable to react in any way other than whimpering and wiggling my toes. I’ve wanted the undeniable knowledge that there is nothing I can do about the relentless fucking once it begins, nothing I can say to make it stop. I am here to scream, here to beg without words, here to be used like like the pretty little fucktoy that I am. The rope marks are proof that I have been put to good use. -- source link