[F4M] [Script Offer] You’ll Have To Catch Me First [Fdom] [Rape} [Mast] [Edging] [HFO] [Cross] [Led Into A Trap]

Did you wear the tights? I love a man in tights. Show me. Take off your shoes and your pants. Ooh. Purple? Very colourful. I love the way they cling to you. Your feet. Your legs. Your thighs. No, leave the shirt on. Just unbutton it. Open it. I want to see your chest and stomach and… oh. Look at your cock, straining against the fabric. Is my being turned on turning you on? Or do you just like wearing those tights. Here, in the middle of nowhere, where anything can happen.

Hike up your shirt and turn around for me. That’s it. I want to see that perfect ass of yours. I love the way the fabric molds to you, so stretchy and clingy and… tight.

You know, in that shirt and those purple tights, you look a little like a pirate. Or a prince! Yes, a pretty prince. What are you doing here, my prince? Were you hunting? Did you get lost only to find me, your maiden fair, here the deep, damp woods?

I see the look in your eyes, my prince. I see that hard, handsome cock pressing against your tights. I know what you want. I know what you intend to take from me. You’ll take it because you’re a prince and a lord and a man, and you think it’s your right.

Well… you’ll have to catch me first.

This way, prince. Here I am. No, over here. I know these woods. I know every path. Every turn of every trail. I’m just ahead of you, by those pines. I’m not? Then I must be behind you. No? Then perhaps I’m down in the dale, where the shadows are green and thick, where secret things happen.

Are you lost again? My purple prince. My stocking footed boy. Come into the clearing at the bottom of the dale. You’ll find me on the far side. I won’t run anymore.

You see. Here I am. As promised. If you can touch me, kiss me, you can have me.

Ooh, yes. The ground is damp down here. Damp as your thoughts. Damp as the head of your cock. Damp and… sticky. Sticky like the paste. No, don’t back up. Come to me. The ground is firmer just ahead, I promise. I’m worth walking through a little wet sand, aren’t I? Ooh, yes, I see your cock pulse with the thought of having me. Come ahead. Just one… more… step…

Oh! Oh, my poor boy, my poor purple-footed prince. The ground isn’t firmer, is it? It’s actually quite soft, like warm wax. Sticky like honey. And it is has your feet, your pretty little feet. Mmmm.

You’re stuck, aren’t you? Like a bug in sap. If you were still wearing boots, you might have slipped out of them and escaped, but you’re in your stocking feet. Stuck in those silly purple tights.

Oooh, yes. Struggle. Squirm. Try to pull free. It won’t do you any good, of course. Once you step into the sands, once they get their gooey, sticky grip on your feet, it’s impossible to escape. You’re trapped, my prince. Caught. Helpless.

I told you I knew every turn of every trail. Every twist and every trap. And I led you right to this one. To these soft, sucking sands.

What’s that? You’re sinking? Of course you are. These sands are quick, my lord. And the deeper you sink, the tighter their grip will become.

Are you… are you getting even harder? You are! I can see your cock throbbing through the fabric. Being stuck like that, being helpless, it’s exciting you. My naughty prince. Oh no, you mustn’t touch yourself. When stuck, when sinking, in a quicksand, you must remain perfectly still. Don’t move. Don’t twitch.

You see, you’re not sinking as fast now. The sand is only up to your shins. Soft and warm and heavy. Can you feel the bottom? Oops! You sank a little deeper. You moved your feet didn’t you, or at least tried to. Were you feeling for the bottom? Don’t bother, little man. There isn’t any bottom. There’s nothing beneath you but fathoms of deep, sticky sand.

Oh, it is turning you on! Being trapped, being completely, utterly helpless, it almost made you come, didn’t it? This must be agony for you. Sinking, sliding, slipping deeper into the ooze. Over your knees now, the mud on your thighs. Knowing if you come, every thrust of your hips, every quiver of your legs, every spurt of your cock, will mire more deeply.

Help you? Oh, my pretty prince, I led you here. I baited you into that bog. Why would I help you?

Oh, the sand has reached your balls. It’s sucking them in, oozing around your hips, devouring that tight round ass of yours. It’s sliding up your cock. It must feel like your whole body is being sucked into a warm wet mouth. The pressure of the tights. The pressure of the sand. The pressure against you cock, climbing, climbing, covering the tip. Ooh, this is making me wet. I don’t know how you can stand it.

Please? Please what? Princes don’t say please. They demand. They take. Please save you? Oh my lord, I’m but a damsel who found herself in distress… and then found a way to escape it. You, my stocking footed fool, will not be so lucky.

Is that panic I see building inside you? You’re sinking deeper. Over your stomach, your ribs. Up your chest. The sand licking at your nipples like cat kisses. You’re being so good, not moving, not coming. I wonder if I could make you. If I took off my dress… like this. If I stood before you, naked, and touched myself… like this. And this. And… oh, this.

This is what you wanted, isn’t it? This is what you wanted to sink into. Your cock into my cunt. Your cock buried deep and tight. Or was it my mouth you wanted, closing about you, all wet and warm. How deliciously ironic. You’re being swallowed a different way. Swallowed whole.

That’s it, raise your arms. Hold them as high as you can, as long as you can, as the sand oozes up over your shoulders, up your neck, to touch your chin. If you move at all, pretty boy, you’ll sink away.

So watch me. Watch me fuck myself. Oooh. You’re going to come at the same time I do. Watch me. Oh, watch me!

Oh-oh-oh-oh! I’m going to come, I’m going to come, I’m going to come. Seeing you stuck and scared and helpless, oh God! Oh God! Oh! Oh! Come with me now! Come with me now! Come! OH! Yes! Yes, like that! Come! Mmmm. Ah, mmmmmm. Mmmm.