‘I have a naked Desmond Miles in front of me, on his knees on the floor. His hands are bound behind his back by leather straps, he’s blindfolded, and he’s wearing a bright red ball gag. I stroke the skin of his back softly with a leather whip, making him anxiously anticipate every strike I grant him. With every hit comes a muffled moan of both pain and pleasure, and it’s music to my ears.When I decide he’s endured enough whipping, I make him lie down on his back. Then, I climb on top of him, and grind myself against him. He’s rock-hard between my legs, but it’s not yet time for him to come, especially not all over me and my fancy underwear.“You want to come?” I ask him. Naïve, he thinks no-answer is a good answer, but I ask again, grabbing his face with my hand, and receive a weak nod. I settle for it since it’s his first time doing this, otherwise I would definitely make him say it, with a full sentence.I get up and get myself some tools. He gets to wear a thick butt plug while I tease his cock and balls with a vibrator and my free hand. He comes hard, moaning loudly into his gag, struggling in the leather straps. Once his orgasm passes I release him and reward him by kissing him deep and hard. “Happy birthday, D”, I whisper, and we go take a long, hot bath together.’