Seven for a SecretChapter 7
My plaything remained bound to '3' all morning. They wriggled and writhed for hours, neither able to get quite enough stimulation to cum. That was the catch to a seemingly pleasurable experience, the combination of the tight binding and the special oil ensured that both '3' and my plaything were kept hot wet and horny, but lacked the last little stimulus necessary to tip them over the edge into orgasm. Punishment takes many forms and my plaything was well on her way to discovering a whole...