Mistress halted abruptly, her commanding voice piercing the air: "Turn around, now!" I spun around, my heart pounding in my chest, my cock throbbing with anticipation. As I rotated, her firm hand landed squarely on my chest, shoving me backward until my back made contact with the plush padding of her St. Andrew's Cross.
I felt a shiver run down my spine as Mistress grasped my wrists, lifting them high and securing them with the metallic clicks of the cuffs. She then moved to my feet, spreading them wide and creaking the leather cuffs into place around my ankles, leaving me spread eagle and completely at her mercy. I strained against my restraints, testing their strength, but they held fast. Mistress chuckled, her voice husky with desire, as she admired her handiwork. Her eyes roved over my restrained form, lingering on my...