started to sit up, but found I couldn't move my arms or legs. Tugging, I found that my limbs were tied to the posts of the bed with some soft material I couldn't see. For the first time in years I felt panic rise. I don't like being bound or restrained and have never allowed myself to be dominated. bdsm videos Pulling against my bonds, I felt the weariness in my arms and shoulders and got no more than a creak from the bed as my weight shifted. I was firmly bound, and looked quickly back at Maria as her hand came down again striking me across the cheek. If it weren't for my beard, there would have been a resounding crack in the room from that one, the hardest of the three. Against my will, my head rocked back and to the right with the force of bdsm torture the blow. I was surprised by her strength. As I shook my head I realized that I'd hardly ever been hit that hard by any men, much less a woman. Suddenly I wondered at the situation. Paranoia? I thought back to some of the 'women' that I saw in San Francisco that had turned out to be transvestites. But then I remember the swe continue...
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