Inside the dark box I could only think about her.
Senses shut down. Obsessions begin.
I took a deep breadth and my mind wafted with her aroma.
It slid over the curve of her legs to her rounded hips
Up to her warm soft breasts.
My mind consumed with the taste of her on my tongue.
My cock, also caged, hardening but unable to break the constraint.
A reminder of ceding my orgasms to her.
Yet my senses strain against the tight fit.
Bulging desire imprisoned.
I wait impatiently for her, my goddess