“It suits you better than I expected.”
“...It’s just tying me up, what’s there to suit?”
Priscilla, with her hands bound above her.
She looked at me defiantly.
Though she probably thought it was a threatening gesture.
To me, the way she looked up at me was incredibly alluring.
‘Wow, seeing it like this, her body really is something.’
Her body, moist from the sweat of tension.
Her armpits fully exposed with her arms raised above.
And above all, her breasts, much larger and more beautiful than her face.
She really had a body optimized for sex.
Her figure was so erotic that just looking at her kept me aroused.
Especially those large breasts, slightly sagging due to gravity, were the best part.
Big breasts really had a unique allure.
‘It would be impolite to just look at them.’
I reached out and grabbed Priscilla’s large breast.
-Bouncy.
“Ugh!”
The sensation was fantastic from the start.
Priscilla, too, felt it in her chest and let out a small moan of pleasure.
Satisfied with her response, I continued to knead her breast.
‘Seriously, this feeling is crazy. I could enjoy this all day long.’
The unique texture of her breast filled my hand completely.
It was taut, as if it might push my hand away, but when I actually touched it, the softness wrapped around my hand instead.
Her soft flesh changed shape to match my hand.
Especially a woman like Priscilla, who couldn’t resist at all and helplessly offered her chest.
The sense of conquest I felt from that made her breasts even more appealing.
‘I’m glad I tied her up.’
I could reach out and touch her breasts anytime I wanted, but.
If I hadn’t tied her up, I wouldn’t be feeling this way.
“Priscilla’s figure is really something. There’s just the right amount of flesh, making it enjoyable to touch.”
“...Are you trying to say that a middle-aged woman like me is fat?”
“No way. Who would ever call Priscilla a middle-aged woman?”
Though I had said it countless times, it was hard to believe that Priscilla was a mother of three.
Her appearance and skin were comparable to Lorein and Ryuz.
Not to mention her voluptuous figure, which drew a perfect line.
It would be more believable to call her their older sister.
“I actually find Priscilla even more exciting because she’s a mother. If I told others, they’d take it as a boast.”
“...You’re really an incorrigible pervert.”
Even though her breasts were being touched, and she was already panting.
Priscilla resisted me with all her might.
Well, tied up like that, she looked absolutely adorable.
Personally, I liked types like Priscilla.
‘They’re fun to torment and train.’
Especially when a strong woman’s body responded honestly, even though her words did not.
And the moment she couldn’t resist the pleasure and surrendered was thrilling.
Of course, that moment would come at the very end of the training.
For now, it was time to torment this defiant woman and her audacious figure.
“Does the rope hurt at all?”
“...If you’re worried, why not untie me?”
“Haha, that’s not going to happen. It took quite an effort to tie you up. It’s my first time using rope.”
It wasn’t necessary, to be honest.
There were various other ways, like binding magic or handcuffs.
But this time, I deliberately used rope.
Where would a lord ever experience being tied up with rope?
It was not a bad idea to try it out this time.
“...”
Priscilla seemed particularly bothered by her restrained wrists.
She kept twitching her arms and wiggling her hands.
‘Well, the more she’s conscious of it, the more exhausted she’ll get. By the end, she won’t even be able to resist.’
This was knowledge I gained through experience while training the sisters.
But I didn’t tell Priscilla that.
Unlike what I said earlier, it’s more effective if she didn’t know this.
“Alright, I’ll cover your eyes now.”
After finishing my explanation, I put the blindfold on Priscilla.
Of course, Priscilla’s blue eyes were beautiful, but.
Tied up and blindfolded, she had a different, more erotic allure.
‘Hmm, tying her up and blindfolding her really does have its perks.’
I took a moment to admire Priscilla in that state.
Was it because of what I said earlier?
Or maybe it was the sudden quiet after losing her sight.
Priscilla’s arousing body kept twitching.
‘Wow, she’s insanely sexy. It’s like she’s begging to be taken.’
I lightly poked her armpit with my finger.
“Hik!”
She jumped, startled, her body trembling greatly.
Though tied up, her movements were restricted.
Even so, her reaction to just a slight poke under her arm was incredibly sensitive.
It was proof that even a small stimulus had a big effect.
The sensation Priscilla felt must have been anything but small.
‘Her body is definitely heating up.’
With her eyes covered, she has no idea when or what kind of stimulation will come next.
That amplified the pleasure she felt.
She had no choice but to tense her whole body, which in turn drained her strength.
‘Then today, I’ll take my time tormenting her.’
I was already full of intentions to train her, but.
Seeing such a cute reaction brought out my sadistic side even more.
“How does it feel? Can you tell your body has become more sensitive?”
“Sh-shut up...”
“It would be wise to be a bit more obedient today. You never know where I might torment you.”
Priscilla bit her lip.
I playfully circled around her.
Making sure she could sense my presence.
“Where should I touch you? Your breasts? Your lower region? Or should I poke your armpit again like before? Lorein was sensitive around her waist.”
Every time I mentioned a part, I could feel her tensing up.
When I mentioned her thighs, she couldn’t even hide it, clenching them tightly.
Priscilla probably already knew what I was up to.
But that didn’t change anything.
It’s beyond her control.
It’s only natural for the body to react to pleasure.
In fact, the more aware she was of the pleasure, the more her tension and anxiety would increase.
“...You really are twisted.”
“Let’s just say it’s because Priscilla’s body is too tempting. Oh, since we’re at it, should I use some tools?”
I deliberately made a rattling sound, picking up and putting down various tools.
Each time, Priscilla flinched.
Wondering what I would use to torment her.
She couldn’t stop thinking about it.
‘She already checked out the tools earlier.’
I had prepared a variety of SM tools.
A brush, a whip, a massager.
Whether or not I’d actually use them, even I didn’t know.
But I brought them to threaten her, at least.
As I rummaged through them, my hand finally settled on one.
‘Well, for the first time, this should do.’
What I chose was a long feather.
I planned to torment Priscilla’s body thoroughly with it.
Until she would desperately beg for release with pitiful moans.