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He broke into the wrong house. A stranger lies napping on my sofa, unaware of who I am—or what I enjoy doing to helpless intruders. Instead of calling the police, I decide to punish him. Slowly, I wake him and threaten to call the cops. He begs me not to. That’s when the game begins.
While he kneels on the floor, I grab my ropes and tell him not to move. I tie his hands behind his back, making sure he can’t defend himself. His ankles are bound next, keeping him still. I find a sweaty, dirty handkerchief and stuff it deep into his mouth, sealing it with a second one in a tight cleavegag. Now he’s helpless, and it’s time to play.
I straddle him, press my hands around his neck—not hard, just enough to tease and control his breath. He writhes under me, completely gagged and restrained, his eyes wide with confusion and submission.
The fun continues. I remove the gag and press my hand over his mouth while teasing him with slow, dominant control. Then I trap his head between my thighs and apply pressure. His head is smothered in a deep thigh hold, eyes fluttering as I smile above him.
Still not satisfied, I pull his face into my chest, pressing his nose between my breasts. The breast smothering drives him deeper into submission. But I want more. I slide forward and give him a full facesitting session, grinding down slowly, letting him breathe through my scent. He moans softly, his hands struggling behind him.
Overheated from the pleasure, I remove my shirt and offer him a taste of my scent. I push his nose into my armpit—sweat fetish satisfaction at its best. “Smell my sweat, pig,” I whisper. “It’s all you’ll get to drink today.”
When I’ve had enough—for now—I take off my used panties and stuff them into his mouth, making sure he tastes them well. I grab duct tape and wrap it tightly around his head, sealing the gag. He’s left tied up and gagged on the floor, waiting for round two.
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