He said he was here to check a fault — but once inside my flat, it became clear what he really came for. I offered him coffee. He took control. Hand over my mouth, he dragged me to his ladder, tied me down, and turned me into his personal plaything.

First, spread-eagled and helpless, he used my own magic wand to tease and torment me until I was dripping. Then he rammed his way into my mouth while I was still bound, helpless to stop him. From there, he flipped me upside down, stripped me bare, and took me hard in every position the ladder would allow — deep, rough, relentless.

He finished on my ass, wiped it clean with my panties, and shoved them into my mouth like a trophy. Then he left me struggling in a tight hair hogtie on the floor, used and discarded — just the way he wanted me.