Bound and Begging

The captive's body glistens with sweat, their chest heaving as they strain against the restraints. They whimper, the sound muffled by the gag, as a feather lightly traces patterns down their torso. Their hips buck, seeking more, but their captor is a master of denial, drawing out the torment with excruciating slowness. The room is a symphony of their desperation, the soft moans and the rustle of fabric against skin, a testament to their growing need.

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