She Lasts All of Ten Minutes Before Masturbating Again.

Silvia decided not to get back into the bath. The water was still warm, but the downstairs diversion had caused her to lose interest, so she drained it and extinguished the candles. Her plan was to watch some TV and turn in early, but she felt a strange restlessness, its source unclear. Probably just boredom, she told herself and continued to clean up from her bath.

However, as she collected her discarded slacks, her fingers brushed the smooth, firm surface of her belt, and her restlessness doubled. Intrigued, she sensually stroked the fine leather. Then as her desires made themselves known, she hurriedly tugged sturdy leather from her clothes. Still naked and driven by a need, Silva raced to the kitchen. Once there, she slammed her belt onto the cutting board and started roughly sawing it shorter with a knife. When it was her desired length, she punched a new hole in it with a corkscrew. Work completed, she stared at the shortened strip of leather for a few seconds, tasting what it represented, before slowly buckling it around her neck.

Her new collar was tight and secure. It marked her as a pet, and a ****. Fuck, she needed to masturbate again. But she was the intruders' plaything; she'd have to do it differently.

Silvia knelt on the hard kitchen floor, shifting slowly until her legs were spread. She'd have to earn her orgasm by putting on a humiliating show for her captors. The naked **** started by cupping her breasts and gently squeezing them until a soft moan had bloomed out of her. Then she lifted one and tenderly licked it while staring at the window on the wall across from her. The storm was ecstatically swirling outside. It was dangerous, threatening even, and Silva felt her heart race with intoxicating excitement as she watched it. The collar was tight and firm, making her neck feel caged and restricted. This was in direct contrast to the rest of her body which was nude and ****.

Helplessness and desperation, that's where her pleasure lay. Silvia began milking her breasts. Careful to display them for her pretend captors and keeping the satisfaction of her own desires a distant second. She kneaded her soft flesh, showing just how supple it was. Her nipples hardened quickly; stiffly, they extended from her breasts as if seeking out any sensation. When she could stand their begging no longer, her fingers found their way to her sensitive nubs and started tenderly pinching. The nude **** panted with barely contained excitement as she continued to play with her tits.

As the debaucherous thoughts pulled her deeper, Silvia's hand descended down her body, teasing her belly, soothing her thigh, and eventually reaching her wet cunt. But even then she didn't wildly rub her pleading clit or thrust her fingers into her slick hole. No, her captors controlled her even in this; she still needed to give them a show, so whimpering with frustration, Silvia spread her pussy lips, placating her needy hole with only the occasional lap of gentle chill.

After she could bear it no longer, the naked executive slowly began petting one finger over her wet slit. These caresses were infrequent, but made her spread legs buckle each time. Her fingers quickly became slick with her own juices. And as she felt this lubricant slide down her hand, Silvia's mind conjured up another vile challenge for her. With breath bated by excitement, the nude woman slipped her slick fingers behind her back, gingerly guiding them towards her asshole.

No, she told herself, that wouldn't do. She was putting on a show after all. So Silvia spun around, and still on her knees, she lowered her head to the floor, resting her cheek upon its cold uncaring surface. Now that her ass was properly on display, Silvia began again to probe her rosebud.

Her heart raced; she'd never done anything like this before. No penis or sex toy had touched her anus. With a soft groan, the helpless executive slid one finger into her virgin hole. It felt so wrong, so naughty. She continued to defile herself; she needed to. Her well lubed finger slid in and out, faster and faster.

But she needed more degradation. Her loins throbbed with longing. How else could she be a plaything for her fantasy? "I'm a whore," she groaned out through gritted teeth, not realizing she was speaking until the words had slipped out of her mouth. "I'm a filthy, dirty, cock-loving whore!" she called out much louder. Her passion bordered on anger, like a hungry beast as she finger fucked her own asshole. Her clit screamed for attention and she finally answered. Her free hand began furiously rubbing it.

"Fuck me, fuck me, I'm your slut," she growled again through her teeth. Her orgasm was building. It was so close. She gasped as her pleasure reached its cusp. "Pound my ass," she managed to plead before the pleasure overtook her and her speech devolved into sultry ooo's of gratitude.

Silva didn't move for almost a minute after cumming. She stayed panting in a heap on the floor as the pleasure buzzed throughout her. But even as the ecstasy faded, the perverse desires remained. Images filled her mind of her humiliating display being followed by her captors' targeting her body with spurts of their own orgasms. So she shakily walked to the fridge and found a bottle of dressing that looked close enough in color to jism. Giggling mischievously to herself, she smeared the white substance onto her face and naked breasts.

Once she was properly decorated, Silva took several selfies. Some had her mouth open and tongue out to catch more drops. In others she pretended to be shocked but grateful for the gift. Some were more submissive and showed the executive with head bowed with a submissive smile upon her lips. In one she attempted to sate her lust for cum by cupping her splattered breast and licking it while staring at the camera. She laughed to herself between each flash of her phone's camera, and smiled liberally as she scrolled through her new roll of perverted pictures.

Her elation continued as she cleaned up and got ready for bed. She dried her hair and wiped up the fake cum. It seemed especially naughty that she got this dirty immediately after her bath. A perverse grin curled Silvia's lips as she tried to imagine how her fantasy intruders would react. Impulsively, she bent herself over the table and repeatedly slapped her own ass. The thought of being punished for their vile actions was such delightful degradation.

But that was not the end of naughty things Silvia's pretend captors would do to her. Another devious idea palpitated through the naked blonde as she walked towards her bed. She'd be expected to sleep naked, of course... and available obviously, but what would that mean. Her body quivering with **** excitement, Silvia rummaged through her rented abode until she found a length of thin rope. Both of its ends, she tied into simple running knots, like mini lassos. She slipped one loop around her left wrist before moving it behind her back. Looking over her bare shoulder, she slowly slid her hand into the other loop. It wasn't easy, requiring some delicate guidance, but Silva was able to get her right wrist wrapped in rope as well. Then with rising thrill, she tugged both ends until the rope was tight around her wrists.

She was bound. Her body knew it; her loins fluttered with delight. The rope held her hands behind her back and **** her naked chest forward. She again tugged at her bounds, and they held firm; no amount of squirming or squeezing would release her. Yes, if she hooked a finger into one of the loops, she could loosen them in a matter of seconds, but that thought was far from her mind. Nude and helpless, the bound executive slid onto her bed, the soft brush of the blanket on her bare skin enough to moisten her pussy. From behind, she slipped two fingers into her pussy, and prepared for some exciting dreams.