Dennis had never been tied up before. But in the last few minutes some unacknowledged part of him had leapt forward, reawakening his waning erection with a raving vengeance.
Something deep inside him found the whole process of being put into bondage extremely, if inexplicably arousing. By the time Gianna was satisfied with his complete immobility, his six-inch c**k was an inflamed exclamation point, pulsing with emphasis. He groaned with need as Mistress smirked, and flicked the grossly swollen head with a manicured fingernail. Then she returned to the odds-and-ends drawer, a kind of household catchall. This time she withdrew a handful of long, serrated, heavy metal spring clips.
Dennis recognized these as leftover curtain hangers with a fearsome bite. Ignoring her husband’s hisses of pa
