When he stands up, my eyes go to his crotch. Seeing his tented trousers makes me want to groan again. I wish he'd instruct me to go on my knees and accept his big veiny cock.

He approaches slowly and stops a few feet away. I could grip his cock if I reached for him. Nope. I'm trying hard to submit. Hard. Hard. It's like not eating for three days and then being told to eat at a buffet. You're grateful, yet you want to eat everything. As terrible as it is to be near to him while chained, it gets me hornier than before. I'm baffled. I've never felt...