Bound and Helpless
Mata Hari's Descent into Pleasure and Pain
Mata Hari, dressed in her d.va catsuit, found herself in a predicament. Her arms were bound tightly behind her in a box tie, legs bound together at the thighs and ankles in a painful frogtie. She let out muffled whimpers as she struggled to free herself, drool leaking around the huge ball gag stuffed in her mouth.
The catsuit clung to every curve of her chisled body as she rolled around on the floor, her tiny titties and cock straining against the silky fabric. But it was useless; she was well and truly bound by her captor. Just as she neared the front door, a hand grabbed her ropes and dragged her back into the living room.
Mata Hari found herself face down as her captor roughly pulled her into a tight hogtie. The ropes bit into her skin as he cinched them tight, pulling her knees towards her shoulders, presenting her juicy ass and cock. She was completely immobilized now.
Her eyes widened above her gag as he knelt over her and pushed the vibrator against her cock. It was already rock hard and leaking precum, thumping against the catsuit. He stroked it slowly at first, then faster and rougher. Mata Hari moaned and bucked against her bonds, trying to escape his hand. But tied up as she was, she was helpless to resist the building orgasm that was well on its way.
He worked her bulge vigorously, the catsuit growing wet as her cock drooled all over it. Her body tensed, balls drawing up tight. With a muffled scream, she came hard, cock pulsing ropes of thick cum inside her shiny outfit. It soaked the front of the catsuit as spurt after spurt of jizz erupted from her.
Her captor milked her through her intense orgasm, wringing every last drop from her twitching cock. Finally, he let her go, and Mata Hari collapsed back, tied up and spent, cum-filled catsuit cooling on her skin. He had made his point - she wasn't going anywhere. And she knew her only purpose now was to be his bound plaything.