Chapter 1

my eyes open to a dimly lit darkness. i feel a breath of warm air on my body and realize i am entirely naked. as my consciousness slowly returns, i also become aware of a tightness around my wrists and ankles. dazed, i attempt to move a hand to my face and discover my wrist is fastened to something warm and soft, as if it is embedded in a padded vice. i try with my other and realize it too is firmly bound. i am now getting frightened and my heart races as i struggle briefly with no success. i feel my skin oddly sliding on my body, but nothing else moves. i twist my body but find i can only move my torso to a very small angle. i feel my feet are bound flat to a softly textured surface and my legs have been pulled up, and their angle is forcing my knees out, exposing my bare manhood. in desperation i call out, but no sound comes. something is blocking my mouth...and my throat! i can breathe easily, but it is foreign in taste and texture. i feel it with my tongue, it is slick and tubelike. frantic, i writhe, desperate, tugging at my bonds until my skin chafesand my tendons become sore from abuse. waves of despair wash over me, my mind flickering like a moth battering inside an empty can. i relax, panting, trying to understand and absorb my situation by my senses. nothing to see, my head can only turn a short arc from side to side. as i turn to the left whatever is in my mouth and sliding down my throat tugs uncomfortably. suddenly i hear a noise behind my head, out of the range of my vision, a heavy brushing sound that a small, bare foot makes on a thick carpet.

you watch me struggling, my body moving liquidly as i tear against your bonds, yet i am unable to make a sound. you move closer and stand over my head as the curve of your breasts alternatingly eclipse the one lit candle near my head. i feel what must be the hard tip of one of them touch my hair and slide down my cheek as you move ever closer.

you move out of my view. i strain to follow you but my head is bound firm. suddenly i feel your touch on my inner thigh as you trace my once firm muscles under the skin. up and up i feel your fingertip as it lightly slides up my inner calf, slipping briefly in the crease behind my knee and then down my inner thigh to end circling just outside the spear of my manhood spread wide for all to see. only there's just you, now kneeling between my legs.

the excitement of watching my exertions causes slick juices to slowly trickle from your smooth womanhood. you rest your cheek against my inner thigh, following my ever thicker folds and curves with your eyes. i can smell the deepmusk of your ardour shrouding your sexuality in vaporous, gossamer wings. you blow gently and it tatters and shreds to nothingness. you see i am becoming ready, my hips slowly rocking in time to your soft caresses. its almost as if i can feel my swelling cock actually encased and thrusting. you consider slipping your finger deep into my soft new fat, to feel my inner muscles clench then relax, then clench again but you wait. you want me mad with lust, burning with desire, a slave to your body and ultimately to you.

yes, you want me crazed with lust, a slave to your feedings and your exclusive plaything. and i want the same.

first you want to explore me, your face inches from my skin before you bring me to finish, writhing. you want to feel my flesh and heavy belly quiver under your fingers as you test my sexuality and slowly turn me into a maddened beast. for you are a female sexual predator, an addict to my male meat and in nirvana only as you feel my slick thickness only at your pleasure.

you stroke my belly, lifting and squeezing it towards you, rubbing your breasts over it, slipping your strong hands between my folds in sheer delight at my new girth. it feels like my insides loosen and open up. i ignore the folding and sliding sensations i feel as my fat rolls move against each other as you work my flesh. you love the way the fat of my breasts squeeze through your fingers as you massage them, your fingers slowly spiraling in to my nipples. you flick them with your tongue and continue stretching me, steadily working your fingers into my muscles, loosening them, relaxing me. you move in closer to me and lean forward, pressing your breasts against my saliva slick man-tits. somehow it all makes me incredibly hungry, famished for food, and starving.