At the restaurant this evening, who would have guessed such a beautiful dress could be used so fervently against you. Certainly not you, by any means.
As soon as I saw those straps, tied so elegantly around you neck, my cock throbbed at the thought of undoing them, tightening them around your throat as I pushed inside you for the first time .. a fist controlling each strap .. controlling you and your breathing.
The though of using them as a gag came later, when i’d tied you down and was tired of your words. I purely wanted your gaze, as I teased your breasts free with a lingering pinch of your nipples, as I hitched up your dress and pulled down your knickers.
To watch you as you wonder where I will play with your first - and to what degree. Will my kisses upon your thighs, bring forth deep pushing of my tongue swirling inside your cunt, spreading your naughtiness over your clit?
Perhaps i’ll suck hard on your nipples, finger you roughly and watch you react?
Or maybe i’ll lay beside you and whisper you stories. Tell tales of what I *might* do to you .. or might not. And watch you writhe, pull against your binds, rub your thighs together for any demeaning degree of pleasure you might seek to reach - and watch the fire in your eyes, your breathing ignite .. your moaning gagged by the binds. of such a beautiful dress. Of such a wonderful evening. And such a scintillating conclusion.
How to pleasure you?
How to punish you?
And as to which do you truly ‘deserve’?
