He recorded everything while I dressed in sheer white mesh—stockings and a transparent dress,nothing underneath.Soon I was on My knees,blindfold over My eyes,wrists held by leather.His fingers touched My lips and slid into My mouth,and I obeyed.He pressed himself against My face through his pants,making Me kiss and rub against him—a reminder of who was in control.He guided Me onto the bed,bending Me forward and opening My legs.His fingers moved slowly between My thighs until soft moans escaped Me.Later I lay on My back,still blindfolded.A toy moved inside Me while he filled My mouth.Helpless,I could only answer with muffled sounds as the camera kept recording.Soon the rhythm grew faster.He used both at once—his body and the toy,pushing Me further until pleasure blurred together.Then he turned Me over and took Me from behind before guiding Me back onto My knees.In the end he finished over My face while the camera caught the moment.It wasn’t just sex.It was surrender.
