The moment I saw you set up the camera, I know I've lost it. Despite my reluctance to be recorded, I know my body and dirty mind would react differently. I had my safe word, but I wouldn't bring myself to utter it.

I was bound to a chair, wrist tied together behind my back, knees folded to my thighs and spread apart over each side of the arm rest. I was dressed in a tank top and home shorts, my mouth gagged with a strip of panties you found in my underwear drawer.

You brought over my full-body mirror and position it right in front of me so that I'll have to watch myself while you explore my body, all while the camera was recording.

You started with my chest, gently teasing my nipples, causing them to stiffen and to make them obvious through my tank top. Realizing that I had no bra underneath, you groped my breasts, supporting them upwards towards the camera as you whispered all the things you'll do to me.

I struggled as you tickled the tips of my nipples but it was futile. Very slowly, you took pull down one side of the strap of my tank top, exposing my left breasts, before repeating the same with the other side.

You paused for a while, letting me absorb the predicament I was in, watching my breasts heaving up and down sexily as I struggled to escape.

Using a cube of ice, you slowly took your time rubbing it over my nipple, watching them perk up sensitively before you suck on them, warming them back up with your tongue.

You tell me to enjoy it while I still can, because soon, it won't be just my breast that you'll be playing with. You started reaching down towards my crotch, rubbing just the right spot.

You ask me if I'll prefer to have my pussy played with instead. I shook my head earnestly but you just laughed, telling me that I really didn't have a choice.

You took a pair of scissors and quickly cut off my shorts, revealing a lacey thong that I was wearing.

You rubbed the melting cube of ice all over the thin fabric until it was almost soaked through and thug on my panties strongly until a cameltoe form. I groaned in pleasure you stroke the top of my opening through the fabric, close to where my clitoris would be.

You untied one of my arms and told me that you'll be back in a moment, but you're expecting me to rubbing my pussy and spreading lips open when you are back, otherwise, you'll have to toy with my ass next.