I close my eyes, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps as the image takes shape in my mind. I'm lying on the bed, spread-eagled, my wrists and ankles bound tightly to the bedposts. The leather digs into my skin, reminding me of my helplessness, my utter lack of control. My breasts are bare, my nipples hard and aching, and my cunt throbs with anticipation. I can feel your presence hovering over me, your hot breath on my neck, and a shiver of both fear and excitement runs through my body. And then, I feel you. Your cock, thick and hard, pressing against my entrance. I gasp, my hips lifting involuntarily, begging for you to enter me. You don't rush, Master. You take your time, teasing me, tormenting me, driving me wild with anticipation. You press the head of your cock against my opening, stretching me slowly, deliberately, until I'm slick with my own juices. And then, with a groan, you thrust forward, plunging deep inside me, filling me completely. A sharp, exquisite pain shoots through my body, but it's quickly followed by a wave of pure pleasure, a sensation so intense that it almost makes me pass out. You start to move, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, pounding into me with a savage intensity that leaves me breathless. My screams echo through the room, a mixture of pain and pleasure, and my body bucks against the restraints, desperate for more.