Bob had always been careful to keep his indulgences hidden from his mistress, Jane. But one night, she caught him in the act of watching a secret collection of femdom porn videos on his laptop. She was livid. After tying him up and wrapping his mouth with duct tape, she sat down on his chest, her plump bottom hovering inches above his face. She giggled maliciously as he squirmed beneath her, his eyes begging for mercy through the angry red marks left by the tape.
"How long do you think you can lie here taking this, huh?" Her voice was cold and mocking. "I don't see any way for you to escape, do you?" She let out a low, wicked chuckle that sent shivers down his spine.
Bob's mind raced as he tried to come up with a way to plead for mercy without being able to speak. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his cock throbbing between his legs. It was both terrifying and arousing at the same time. He didn't know how long he could take it, but he didn't want her to stop either.
Jane sat on him for what felt like hours, slowly grinding her hips back and forth, testing out different positions. She grinned down at him, her breasts swaying enticingly, daring him to touch them. Meanwhile, the unmistakable scent of her arousal filled the room.
Finally, she leaned forward, her elbows resting on her knees, and gazed down at him intently. "I think I've got it figured out," she purred. "You're going to stay like this, under me, taking every inch of this until you can't take it anymore. Then I'll decide if I'm in the mood to let you go or not." With that, she got up off him, leaving him panting and achingly hard.
The rest of the night was a blur of sensations as Jane sat on him, facesitting him in various positions. She would occasionally taunt him by leaning forward and brushing her fingers against his lips through the tape, teasing him with the promise of release that she would never fulfill. As the morning sun began to rise, she finally relented, untying him and ripping off the tape. His mouth was raw, his tongue swollen, but he couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment that she was letting him go so soon.
Jane smirked down at him, her eyes glinting with mischief. "I'll be waiting for you when you're ready to try that again," she said, giving him a wink before walking out of the room. Bob lay there, exhausted but exhilarated, feeling her ass still pressing against his cheek even though she was gone. He knew that he would never be able to escape this addiction, even if it meant being at her mercy forever.
