The CEO: Bound By Bliss! (Part 1)

Description: I awoke once again to darkness, that satin blindfold now developing quite the intimate relationship with me. the peaceful sounds and scents of what only felt like a spa cradled my scenes in such a strangely relaxing way. so strange. to be bound helpless, practically naked and at the mercy of a horny foot boy, yet feel so calm and relaxed?   to be taken against your will, foot tickled (a most odd sexual perversion) and then bound, to what i could only guess was a bed, legs wide open, arms above my head, for a man who's next intentions for me i could only imagine were extremely sexual. my line of thinking during the foot tickling couldn’t have been more right. i had imagined this exact kind of scenario to be the inevitable future of my captivity at the hands of my former employee.  at the hands, lips and tongue of this pervert. pervert… was it right to be thinking of him that way at this point? was it fair? when a deep part of me was actually hoping for this? when that deep, raw, intimate part of me had actually started to feel robbed of the full experience when he had only tickled my feet? a man had gone out of his way to capture me, take me back to his place and make me his elaborate, personal sexual toy for the day! (a fantasy i truly believe all of us at least entertain the excitement of) and so far he had just wasted it all tickling my feet like a loser? such a waste.  i knew that i no longer had to feel robbed. i was tied in a very vulnerable position that clearly indicated one very likely thing: i was about to be ravished and devoured. a lot.  i felt on fire, alive. i felt extremely attractive, as if i knew in my heart exactly what my position looked like to him. what it was doing to him. my soles must look so fucking cute waiting helplessly for his mouth like this. my nipples, which i felt getting hard in real time, must have been calling out to be teased and sucked.  and my pussy…  based on the fact that i had started getting wet during the foot tickling, i knew for a fact that no sane man would be able to keep himself from worshipping my helpless pussy until i was genuinely begging in loving bliss to cum!!   bliss. that’s the word. more than any other feeling i had experienced during this whole dilemma so far, that was the one word that captured my newfound feelings most accurately.  i would likely still have this man put behind bars for what could foreseeably be the rest of his life if possible, but right now i needed him. right now i craved his touch, i craved his kiss. this was fucked up. i was being a fucking deviant and i knew it, i just didn’t care. i was now bound to this moment in time. we were intertwined together… bound by bliss.   to be continued… - your ceo