You’re bound to a chair, completely helpless, as I finish wrapping that final strip of silver duct tape around your torso. I love the sound of duct tape ripping, the way it seals your lips shut with three perfect, shiny strips. You try to speak, but all that comes out is a muffled “mmmm mmmph!” – a language I adore but pretend not to understand. I slip on my tight blue latex gloves, **** them at the wrists, and declare it’s time for your exam. Your cock is already hard, betraying your desperation as I slowly unzip your pants. My gloved hand wraps around you, stroking with controlled precision. I tease you about how much you love the duct tape, the gloves, the helplessness… but you won’t be coming until I decide.
