He would moan as she would straddle him. His hands unable to move and his ankles parted to where he had absolutly no leverage, well, unless he used his strength on the ties to push him up. But it would dig in his skin, pain was not to well his forte, unless she brought it with nails or, their toys made. Like the time he made her a dildo mold for chocolate.  A big hit with the women in town, and in the house. For she held the only mold, and that one, lifesize, and his personally.<br/><br/>He tried to kiss her, but she denied him, aswell as teased him from atop his form. Well muscled those muscles would ripple lightly to her actions, her touch made him shiver in delight. Making his cock behind her, rise up fully in hardness and girth. He would whimper, gods she nearly made him precum with a touch of those nails. He took a deep breath, and watched her move upon him then her finger to her clit.<br/><br/>Gods what a tease, but it drove him on, making his hips move lightly, as if fucking the air. " No Mistress, don;t waste those juices, I need the taste of you so bad. Please....." He begged, his hips moving on motion cause by her arousing him so, making him clench those glute muscles to drive him up softly, begging her. " Mistress...." He softly spoke, his tongue flicking at her tauntingly. He waited for her reaction, was  baiting her to punish him. Soon he would be hers, loyal, adoring, if she continued teasing and touching him, without giving back.