First Date Chapters 7-9
As Nikki buried your face with her wet pussy, your tongue went to work, but your mind was on Mistress Liza. She had won. She wasn't even here and she had still won. If you had chosen her cold leather gloves instead of her warm wet mouth, you'd be cumming right now. Instead, you were locked, blindfolded, handcuffed, used, and denied. Just the way Liza would have wanted it.
You ate Nikki's pussy until she passed out on the couch. You had no way of taking her panties off your head, or the blindfold off your eyes, as long as your hands were locked. And without Nikki, you had no way of unlocking your cuffs. Luckily, she had knocked a pillow off the couch onto the floor. You curled up, naked, and eventually fell asleep on the floor beneath her. This was your reality. You hated it. You loved it. But it hardly mattered, it was yours.