Love is swell and love is grand, but sometimes you just want to be treated like a sex-object or, just a hole or a pole to be used for someone else’s pleasure. At least, that’s the way my woman feels, and one of the ways I indulge her is playing a game we call “Living Sex Doll” The idea is simple—I tie her up so she’s pretty much completely immobile, and then I leave her on the bed or the table or sofa like a she’s some inanimate object—a throw pillow, say, only a throw pillow I can stick my cock into whenever I want.

I strip her naked and tie her a special kind of way I call “frog-tying” in which I tie her ankles back against her ass, her calves lashed to her thighs so her legs are folded up like chicken wings. I tie her hands behind her back and maybe lash her elbows together too so she’s totally immobile, then I just leave her on the bed, ready to use.

The idea is, with her tied up like this I can easily unzip whenever I get the urge, get myself hard, spread her knees and slide it right into her while she can’t do much about it at all. I’ll fuck her till she starts getting close, and then I pull out and zip up and go make a sandwich or turn on the TV or something, leaving her lying there with her pussy juicing, wanting it like crazy. I like it when I can hear her groaning and begging me from across the room as I sit there and smoke. She knows better than to bother me though. Soft moans are all I allow.

Then I might get up and stretch, stroll over and flip her over on her stomach and take her from behind for a while, or stick it in her mouth. She’s mine to use as I wish. She can’t do a thing about it.

Sometimes a session like this can last an hour or so as I pay bills or work on a story, stopping by every so often to finger her and suck her pussy a little for inspiration. It always ends the same way, though, with both of us coming like a couple of banshees, me and my living sex doll…