Those ropes aren't going anywhere, little man. You're completely at my mercy - and you should know by now that I don't have any of that. You're my toy. Of course, I have a habit of breaking my toys, and that's what I'm going to do to you. I love seeing the light go out of my helpless toy's eyes and knowing that I did that. Now, I'm not *entirely* heartless, so I'm going to allow you one last orgasm before you go. Of course, if you take too long, I might end up wrapping my leather gloves around your throat, lift you off the floor, and tug you to a shuddering release myself! Wouldn't that be a great way to go? Because when you spill that final load, it's the end for you, little toy....