Emma – Feeling of Captivity

Emma loves to spend the days of cold and windy weather, at home alone, dressing in her favorite trousers, blue leather very tight, and wearing her black stiletto boots also in leather; she loves to caress her thighs and ass, wearing her favorite garments, and above all she loves to read her precious collection of bondage comics, read the plots of these women who in their cozy homes are surprised by a rough intruder, tied, gagged, robbed but also heavely groped in their prosperous boobs, and in their ass so firm, round, abundant and juicy, she loves to read about these modern heroines who wriggle furiously to free themselves from the ropes that cinched their bodies so sexy and statesque, she loves to read about how these women who with flebile muffled moans try to attract the attention of a hypothetical prince charming, through gags so tight and constricting as to inflate those cheeks and make them attractive and red, partly out of embarrassment, partly because of the excitement that a brute has turned his attentions to them. Emma loves all this, and then she loves to close her eyes and imagine that instead of these young ladies, there is her, and she loves to think that at any moment a muscular, rough and masked man will break into her apartment, and with the worst intentions, fix her as a naughty fetishist lady like her deserves to be kept still and quiet.