Turnabout
* * Antonia had me tied to a chair, naked except for my black Lord & Taylor briefs. My hands were bound with handcuffs behind me and my ankles were securely fastened with leather straps to the legs of the wooden chair. A thick leather strap crossed my chest, holding me tight, too tight. She stood over me, dressed in a conservative business suit, and played with my stiff cock through the thin cotton. “You like this, steven? Isn’t this nice for a change? I’ll be the Mistress and you’ll be the slave,” as she stroked my meat. Letting go of my thick rod, she turned and walked away. “I’ll be right back, lover. Don’t go away,” she giggled. ...