0336 Sweater Sweetheart Securely Satisfied
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January 23rd, 2026
Sweater Season Submission Sees Sweetheart Securely Satisfied... Dinner Can Wait as Catherine Sterling Gets Tied & Tormented for a Sizzling Kitchen Orgasm!
The aroma of something delicious wafted from the oven, but all I could smell was you... and the promise of rope. I sauntered into our kitchen, my brown cowboy boots clicking on the tile, my bootcut jeans hugging my ass just right. That thick, green cable knit sweater felt so cozy... but I was about to trade cozy for completely controlled.
Seeing you by the counter, I gave a shy smile. "Dinner can wait, don't you think?" I purred, turning my back to you and bending over a kitchen chair. I made sure to put on a little show, wiggling my denim-clad ass in your direction. It was an invitation you couldn't refuse.
Before you could even answer, I reached into my pocket and pulled out my favorite blue silk scarf. Looking back at you with wide, hazel eyes, I slowly brought it to my mouth, stuffing it between my lips and tying it tight behind my head in a thick, deep cleave gag. My muffled giggles were the only protest I'd offer. My mouth was now open for you, drool already starting to pool... a silent plea for what was next.
The scene shifts. The struggle was over, and your artistry was complete.
Now I’m bound tightly to that very chair, a writhing, sweater-clad centerpiece. The green nylon ropes are a beautiful contrast against my sweater, cinching a tight chest harness that pushes my small breasts forward, making every breath a conscious effort. My ankles are column-tied to the front legs of the chair, my cowboy boots firmly planted on the floral rug, leaving me utterly vulnerable and immobile.
But the real masterpiece was your final touch. You knelt, securing my wand vibrator firmly between my denim-covered thighs, its powerful hum already vibrating straight through the fabric to my soaking-wet pussy. The buzz is relentless, and with every squirm against the ropes, the sensation intensifies. I’m trapped, gagged, and at the mercy of this machine... and you.
You lean in close, your breath hot on my ear. "Let's see if we can cook up an orgasm hot enough to rival dinner, little one." You turn the wand to its highest setting. My body jolts, a muffled scream caught in the scarf-gag as the vibrations take over. I buck against the ropes, my hips trying to find relief but finding only more delicious torment. The climax builds, an inferno between my legs, as I struggle helplessly toward a bound orgasm right here in the kitchen.
