I was sitting naked on a chair fixed in front of a small round dining table, my hands cuffed to the beautifully carved armrests and my feet cuffed to the legs of the chair with ankle cuffs. A cold metal bar strapped under the knees of each leg prevented me from closing my legs, leaving me helplessly displaying my skyrocketing cock to the seductive young temptress who was sipping black tea with her legs crossed.
On the dining table, besides the plate of black tea cups and a box of cookies, were vials filled with various liquids and torture props whose specific purpose was unknown at first glance.
"Well ...... even though I can bind you with magic ...... but surely torture without handcuffs still makes people feel that something is missing ...... don't you think?"
She stretched out a small foot, quietly placed on the root of my penis, forefoot rhythmic pressure on my belly, sometimes drawing circles, rubbing the ejaculation forbidden runes carved for me at that time, the smooth texture of the stockings let me gradually excited. She took off the tattered silk blouse and threw on a thin shawl to cover her small breasts.
"Do you remember the runes on your belly?"
Just remembering the ejaculation forbidden torture back then makes me shudder ......
"Haha~ good ...... good ...... don't be afraid ...... now Master allows you to ejaculate, there is plenty of time now, it won't even take the ejaculation ban rune to make you cry and beg me."
"You ...... are not my master ......"
I lowered my head deeply and looked at her wantonly wriggling little feet.
"Saying that ...... actually calling a young maiden like me 'master' excites you, doesn't it?"
"I don't ......"
The constant throbbing in my lower body not only made my reply very weak, but also drew a sneer from her.
She lowered her little feet, stood up and sat on my lap, biting my ear ......