Here kitty, kitty. It's easy to lure me in with just a couple of cuffs. First the wrist cuffs and then the ankles, and I am enjoying how nicely it compliments my leather kitty outfit, complete with a collar, leash, and shiny black ankle boots. It's time for some vibrator training, and I am feeling cocky in my abilities. The deal is that if I am a good girl, I will be rewarded with orgasms. However, the more I squirm, the more bondage will be added, and I will be made to endure as many bound orgasms that master pleases. I love orgasms, so it's a win either way, or so I think. It doesn't take long for more bondage to be added: a panel gag to shut me up and a suspended leg spreader to keep the wiggling to a minimum. He is relentless with the vibrator, and I am beginning to realize how limited my movement is now. I still can't help wiggling, even as I recognize how little I am able to move. But rules are rules, and the fuck machine is added to my predicament. Will I ever learn? The fuck machine has my pussy creaming as I endure the bound orgasms. Thoughts of escape disappear as I become just what pleases master, a mindless kitty cumslut.