The Misogynist (Republished)

Freshly Brewed Coffee (Part 3)

Condensation from the glass drips down, splashing onto my bare thigh. I take another large gulp of the ice-cold water. It quenches my parched throat perfectly.

But my thirst for her is untouched.

The back of my hand lightly scratches the stubble on my cheek as I ponder my next move while admiring the beautiful display in front of me.

My love— my conquest, lies before me, lost in a world of sadistic teasing pleasure. Her senses deprived with the blindfold and noise-canceling headphones currently filling her head with the sounds of crashing ocean waves.

Her arms are bound behind her back in a box tie, folded at the elbows. The ropes keeping them in place loop around her chest and arms and squeeze her breasts giving them a luscious, engorged look.

Her thighs are tied to her calves, forcing her legs to bend at the knees. Right now her frog legs are spread wide, straddling a pillow I tucked under her pelvis.

The knots and ties keeping her restrained are secure. I know because she gave up a good fight when I first put them on. It was such a satisfying sight seeing her twist and wiggle struggling to free herself—her fat ass and tits jiggling delightfully.

And the moment she realized that fighting was useless—the look on her face. It makes me rock hard just thinking about it.

The pillow is soaked in her arousal.

I have obsessed over this woman for months. Followed her everywhere she went. I know almost everything there is to know about her. Her job, her friends, her hobbies.

And now her body is mine. I have held her down against her will. Slapped her. Spanked her. Choked her. Tied her up and fucked her perfect mouth and sopping pussy without holding back. I can do whatever I want to her.

But now I need to dominate her mind.

I check the time. She has been going at it for almost an hour now.

Her bound body lays writhing in the bed, delirious from cruel, teasing vibrations occurring inside of her pussy and over her clit—it is set to randomize its strength but maxed out at 20%.

It is not enough to give her release.

It is enough to make her wet.

Enough to make her beg for it—beg for anything I am willing to give her.

Within the first fifteen minutes she was already begging to cum. She even asked me to fuck her pussy like a good girl—said she wanted me to pump her with my cum.

But I have a process, so I stuffed her mouth with her own dirty panties and secured it with a rope gag.

I get an alert on my phone. It is from the vibrator app: low battery.

Fuck.

Well, it is now or never.

I climb onto the bed. She senses my weight on the mattress, but instead of grunts of fear as you would expect from someone you have forcefully tied up, she acts like a woman in heat.

She arches her back and spreads her legs wide for me, begging for me to use her holes.

Muffled whines of excitement come from behind the rope in her mouth. I lightly caress the flesh of her ass and she moans deeply.

I can sense the desperation in her. She will do anything to get a release, no matter how degrading.

I gingerly kiss her asscheeks. Up the small of her back. I drag my tongue along her spine causing her to arch her back more. My tongue skips over her arms folded at her back and I kiss her gently in the back of her neck.