Basement Bondage: Her Tits Bound by Bull’s Orders

The dim lighting casts a sultry glow over my exposed skin, highlighting the curve of my breasts as they strain against the tight bindings. My nipples, hard and aching, peek out from beneath the purple cloth, a stark contrast to the dark background. The room is quiet, but my heart pounds in my chest, a rhythm of anticipation and submission. I’m seated, my body angled to display my tits, one fully exposed, the other teasingly covered. The bindings, a cruel reminder of my position, dig into my flesh, a constant pressure that keeps me focused on the bulls’ orders.

Tied and Teased: A Hotwife’s Humiliation

And as I sit here, my mind races with the knowledge that my husband’s bulls have claimed my tits, using them for their pleasure. The thought of their rough hands, their demanding mouths, sends a shiver down my spine. I’m a plaything, a toy for their amusement, and the realization of my helplessness only heightens my arousal. The cloth, a mere token of modesty, does little to hide the evidence of my excitement. My breath hitches as I remember the bulls’ words, their commands echoing in my mind. I’m Viola K., and this is my reality—a hotwife bound by the bulls’ orders, my tits their property to use as they see fit. The image of me, framed in the round, is a testament to my submission, a visual reminder of the power they hold over me. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.