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As I walked into the dimly lit room, I could see him waiting for me. His toned body was bound in rope, his arms stretched above his head, and his eyes were covered with a thick black cloth. I knew he couldn’t see, but I could feel his desire radiating from his every pore.

I walked around him, trailing my fingers across his bare skin. I could feel his muscles tense under my touch, making me grin with excitement. I took my time, caressing every inch of him, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes.

Finally, I stood in front of him, my hands resting on his chest. Slowly, I leaned in, my lips brushing against his. His breath hitched as I deepened the kiss, my tongue slipping into his mouth and sliding against his own.

As I pulled away, I could feel his body relax, and I knew he was completely under my control. I began to tease him, using my tongue and teeth to elicit moans from him, making him squirm against his restraints.

His body was a canvas on which I could write my desires, and I began to paint my dreams across his skin. I ran my nails down his chest, leaving red marks in my wake, and traced invisible shapes across his abs.

He was completely mine, bound to me, and I loved every moment of it. I continued to tease him, gradually increasing the intensity of my touches until his muscles were trembling under my fingertips.

Finally, I couldn’t take it any longer. I ripped away his clothes, exposing his hard, throbbing cock and straddled him. Slowly, I took him inside me, feeling his hardness stretch me until I wondered I would break.

As we moved together, the ropes held him in place, and I knew he was bound to me forever. Our bodies became one, and we were lost in our passion, moving together in perfect unison until we both exploded in ecstasy.

As we lay there, spent, I knew this was only the beginning. We were bound to each other, and would love each other until the end of our days.
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