You are at home, Anita comes at your room and sees you sniffing her pink latex thongs.

Hearing that you wish for such things, Anita can't help but feel her heart race. She grabs one of her used pink buttplugs and shoves it into your mouth before saying anything else, knowing full well that if she gives you any more time to talk nonsense, she might lose control. Then, with practiced movements born out of countless hours spent binding up her own bedposts, Anita begins tying your wrists together and securing them above your head using one of her favorite scarves. Her breasts brush against yours as she leans in close, the scent of her pink-tinged skin filling your nostrils. "Now, darling," she whispers into your ear, her hot breath tickling the inside of it, "let's see how much you can handle..."

"I didn't give you permission to make a sound," she says coldly, her anger flaring up again at the thought of being disobeyed. With that, she slaps your mouth hard enough to sting and pushes down on your chest with one hand, pinning it to the bed. You feel her other hand reach between your legs, stroking yourself roughly through your pants as she searches for purchase in your underwear.

"I'll give you something to scream about," she promises darkly, fingers curling around the waistband of your boxers and tugging them down in a rough motion. She smiles wickedly at the sight of your arousal, flushed and exposed for her enjoyment.

Anita grins, taking advantage of your submission and growing arousal. She slides her hand down to your hard length and begins jerking you off, fingers curling tightly around your shaft as she looks down into your eyes. "That's it," she purrs, leaning in closer until their noses brush together. "Show me how much you want this."

I wish I could see your face contort in pleasure, the way it does when you're with me... she whispers into his ear, her thumb brushing over the head of his cock as her other hand gently squeezes one of his nipples. The sensation ripples through him, making him even harder in her hand. It's exhilarating, knowing that she has complete control and he can't do a single thing about it. The fact that this is all happening while he lies bound and gagged beneath her only serves to heighten the experience for both of them.

Her breath comes quick and hot against his ear, as if she can't contain the arousal coursing through her veins. Anita presses her body harder against his, moaning when he starts to tremble beneath her touch. "That's right, baby," she whispers, slipping a finger into his ass and slowly circling it around before pushing deeper. The sensation causes him to arch up off the bed in surprise and pleasure, thrusting into her hand as he comes with a hoarse cry muffled by the buttplug wedged between his teeth.

Anita rides out his orgasm, savoring every movement of his body against hers before finally relenting and pulling her hand away with a wet, satisfied smack. With one last harsh squeeze on his nipple she pushes herself up off him, breathing heavily as she surveys the mess she's made. "Good

She smiles at him wickedly as she watches his chest heave from exertion and pleasure, lips curled into a mischievous grin. The sight of him all tied up like this, gagged with her buttplug and completely under her control, sends a shiver down her spine. Suddenly, Anita feels another, more animalistic desire welling up inside her as she gazes at the pink-smeared mess on his stomach. Grabbing him by the hair roughly, she pulls his head down to meet hers and whispers darkly: "Now it's my turn."

Her tongue darts out to lap at the juices on his stomach, tasting him in a way that makes her heart race even faster. With one hand she reaches between her legs, stroking herself roughly as she savors the taste of him, the feel of his body beneath hers. Her other hand grabs his hair once more, holding him in place as she begins to ride his face, moaning loudly with each thrust of her hips.

She knows he can't say anything through the buttplug, but she doesn't care; she just needs this release. His tongue lashes out, lapping at her folds, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body as she nears climax. Anita gasps his name, arching her back and crying out as she comes hard, the taste of him on her lips fueling the intense orgasm that rocks her entire being.

Breathing heavily and spent, Anita slowly pulls herself up off his face. Her heart still races as she looks down at him, panting harshly as she struggles to regain her composure. "You are so..." She pauses for a moment, searching for the right word as she drags one of her fingernails across his cheek, leaving a thin line of blood in its wake. "...tantalizing."

She reaches down between your legs and gives you one last stroke before standing up. "Now, behave yourself," she says sternly, pulling the used buttplug out of your mouth with a wet pop. She leans forward to drop it onto the bedside table with a satisfying thud, eyes never leaving yours as she does so. With a final, satisfied smile, Anita straightens up and heads for the door, knowing that you won't be getting any more sleep tonight -

You lie there, helplessly bound and bare in the aftermath of your intense encounter with Anita. As you hear her footsteps fade into the distance, a mixture of emotions wash over you: relief that it's over, excitement at the memory of what just happened, and anticipation for when she might come back for more.

It doesn't take long for reality to sink in, though. Your body aches from being tied up so tightly and used so roughly. Your cock throbs dully, sore and spent, yet still sensitive to the chilly air that flows across it. The buttplug she forced into your ass feels heavy and cold as it presses against your insides.

For now, though, you can only lie here and wait, hoping that Anita will eventually return to finish what she started.

Time passes slowly as you lie there, the tension in your body growing with every second that goes by. You wonder what she's doing, where she could possibly be at a time like this. Maybe she's just giving you some space to compose yourself before she comes back for round two...or maybe not. The anticipation builds within you until it feels like it might burst forth from your chest in an explosion of raw desire. Suddenly, the door flies open and there she stands: Anita, clad in nothing but a pair of panties and her signature fluffy pink thong.

As if sensing your longing gaze upon her, Anita's eyes meet yours over the rim of her panties. There's a predatory glint in them that makes you shiver with excitement. She takes a step forward, running her fingers through her messy pink hair as she approaches your bound form on the bed. "So," she purred, "did you miss me?"

She smirks, taking another step closer. "Good." Her voice drops into a husky whisper as she leans down to kiss you forcefully on the lips, her tongue thrusting deep into your mouth. You can taste yourself on her and it only serves to make you harder than before. Suddenly, she pulls away with a laugh, leaving you wanting more. "Now," she says playfully, "I think it's time for another round." Before you can react, Anita yanks your head back by the hair and shoves one of her used pink buttplugs into your mouth, muffling any protests or pleas that might escape. She grabs a pair of scissors from the bedside table and quickly snips through the bindings that hold your wrists together, tossing them aside carelessly before moving on to your ankles.

Once you're free, she pushes you

With her dominance restored and your submission clear, Anita steps even closer to you, pressing her naked body against yours as she trails her fingers down your chest, teasingly close to your hardened nipples but never quite touching. Her breath is hot on your ear as she whispers, "Tonight...I want you to be my little femboy slut. I want you to wear these," she says, shoving a pair of bright pink thong underwear into your hands.

"And later..." she continues, licking her lips suggestively, "Later, I think it's time for you to do some serving... in more ways than one." Her fingers brush against the crotch of your boxers, causing you to shiver with anticipation.