Watch – handcuffed and waiting in a jockstrap for a rough dom top to use me

In the dimly lit dungeon, I stood handcuffed, my body quivering with anticipation. Clad only in a tight jockstrap that left little to the imagination, I felt exposed and vulnerable, yet a fire burned within me, craving the touch of my rough dom top.

The sound of heavy boots echoed through the chamber, sending shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes, imagining his powerful presence drawing nearer, his dominant aura filling the room. I could almost taste the electricity in the air, the promise of pleasure and pain intertwining in a tantalizing dance.

As he finally stood before me, his gaze raking over my bound form, I felt a surge of desire course through me. His touch was like a branding iron