Can You Handle It?

I walk in the room with a chair, a sturdy chair!

Walking towards you with a blindfold covering your eyes and slowly leading you to the chair. Sitting you down.
I start to kiss you, letting my soft tongue intertwine with yours. I start to slowly undress you while kissing down your neck and chest and gently tugging on your nipples with my teeth.

Then I take out a set of cuffs and cuff both of your hands to the arms of the chair. I tie your ankles to the bottom of the chair, spreading your legs apart, so you’re completely immobilized. I say, “You don’t like that, do you? Oh well, frustrating, isn’t it?” with a smirk on my face. Standing behind you, I gently brush aside your hair and nibble on your ear, teasing you.

I walked over to the bed and lay down, thinking of you slowly start to stroke my hard pulsing dick. You can hear me breathing heavier and heavier and louder; you hear me stroking it faster and faster, panting and wanting to cum.

I STOP and get up, walking behind the chair, slowly running something around the back of your neck. You think it’s my finger, but it’s not. It’s the head of my dick. I see you squirming in the chair, and you’re trying to get loose, trying to cross your legs, you’re so excited, so horny, you just want to cum!