Angelia’s heart raced as she watched Glen from across the dimly lit bar, his broad shoulders and nervous smile making her pulse quicken. She’d been planning this night for weeks, ever since she’d stumbled upon his internet history—pages and pages of BDSM sites, latex fantasies, and bondage gear. Oh, Glen, she thought, biting her lip to suppress a wicked grin. You have no idea what’s coming.She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying in the tight black dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. “Hey, Glen,” she purred, sliding into the seat beside him. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”Glen’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushing as he stammered, “Uh, hi, Angelia. I—uh—didn’t expect to see you here.”“Oh, I think you did,” she said, leaning in close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume—dark, musky, and intoxicating. “I think you’ve been thinking about me too. Haven’t you?”Glen swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he nodded. “Yeah, I have.”Angelia’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Good. Because I’ve got plans for you, Glen. Big plans.”Before he could respond, she grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”They stumbled into the cool night air, Angelia leading him by the hand to her car. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his fingers trembled slightly in hers. He’s already mine, she thought, her body tingling with anticipation.The drive to her place was a blur of whispered promises and stolen glances. By the time they reached her apartment, Glen was practically vibrating with nervous energy. Angelia unlocked the door and pushed him inside, her eyes gleaming with mischief.“Sit,” she commanded, pointing to the couch.Glen obeyed without hesitation, his eyes wide as he watched her move around the room. Angelia disappeared into the bedroom for a moment, returning with a sleek black box that she placed on the coffee table in front of him.“Open it,” she said, her voice low and commanding.Glen’s hands shook as he lifted the lid, revealing an array of restraints, cuffs, and a blindfold. His breath hitched, and he looked up at her with a mixture of fear and desire.“Angelia, I—”“Shh,” she interrupted, placing a finger to his lips. “I know what you want, Glen. I’ve seen your secrets. And I’m going to give you everything you’ve been dreaming of.”She knelt in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs as she leaned in close. “But first, you’re going to do exactly as I say. Understand?”Glen nodded, his eyes dark with need. “Yes.”“Good boy,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. “Now, stand up.”He obeyed, and Angelia quickly stripped him of his shirt, her fingers trailing over his chest and down his stomach. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the way his breath quickened with every touch.“Turn around,” she ordered, and he did, his back to her.Angelia picked up the cuffs from the box and secured them around his wrists, pulling them behind his back. The sound of the metal clicking into place sent a shiver down Glen’s spine.“How does that feel?” she asked, her voice dripping with satisfaction.“Good,” he breathed. “Really good.”Angelia smiled, running her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. “You’re mine now, Glen. All mine.”She stepped back and picked up the blindfold, slipping it over his eyes and plunging him into darkness. “Trust me,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his neck. “You’re going to love this.”With that, she led him to the bedroom, where her secret stash of bondage furniture waited. The sight of the padded bench, the straps, and the array of toys made her pulse race. She guided Glen to the bench and pushed him down onto it, securing his wrists and ankles with the straps.“Stay still,” she commanded, her voice firm but gentle.Angelia stepped back and admired her work—Glen, bound and blindfolded, completely at her mercy. She could see the rise and fall of his chest, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed as he waited for her next move.She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a sleek black latex catsuit, the material smooth and shiny under the dim light. She slipped into it slowly, savoring the way it hugged her body like a second skin. The coolness of the latex against her heated flesh sent a thrill through her.“Glen,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I want you to imagine what I’m wearing right now. Imagine how it feels against my skin, how it clings to every curve.”Glen moaned softly, his body trembling with anticipation. “Angelia…”She walked over to him, her heels clicking against the floor. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. “You’re so fucking hot like this,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. “Completely at my mercy.”Her hands trailed lower, down his stomach and to the waistband of his pants. She undid the button and zipper slowly, teasing him as she pulled them down his legs. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing with need.“Oh, Glen,” she purred, wrapping her fingers around him. “You’re so fucking hard for me.”She stroked him slowly, her grip firm but gentle. Glen groaned, his hips bucking against her hand. “Angelia… please…”“Please what?” she asked, her voice teasing. “Tell me what you want.”“I want you,” he gasped. “I want you to fuck me.”Angelia smiled, her heart racing with excitement. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Glen. But not yet.”She released him and stepped back, picking up a small vibrator from the dresser. She turned it on, the low hum filling the room as she pressed it against his cock. Glen cried out, his body arching against the restraints.“How does that feel?” she asked, her voice dripping with satisfaction.“Fuck… so good…” he moaned.Angelia moved the vibrator up and down his length, watching as he writhed beneath her touch. She could feel the power coursing through her veins, the control she had over him driving her wild.“You’re mine, Glen,” she whispered, her voice low and possessive. “All mine.”She continued to tease him with the vibrator, bringing him closer and closer to the edge before pulling away. Glen groaned in frustration, his body trembling with need.“Please… Angelia… I need you…”She smiled, her heart pounding with anticipation. “Not yet,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “I’m not done with you yet.”Angelia stepped back and picked up a bottle of lube from the dresser. She poured a generous amount onto her fingers and knelt between his legs, her eyes locked on his face as she pressed a finger against his entrance.“Relax,” she whispered, her voice soothing. “This is going to feel so fucking good.”She pushed her finger inside him slowly, feeling him tense around her. Glen gasped, his body arching against the restraints as she began to move her finger in and out.“Oh fuck…” he moaned, his voice trembling with pleasure.Angelia added a second finger, stretching him gently as she worked him open. She could feel the heat of his body, the way he clenched around her fingers as she moved them deeper inside him.“You’re so fucking tight,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire. “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”Glen groaned, his hips bucking against her hand. “Please… Angelia… I need you…”She smiled, her heart racing with excitement. “Soon,” she promised. “But first…”She pulled her fingers out and picked up a strap-on from the dresser. She fastened it around her hips, the weight of it sending a thrill through her body. She stepped back and admired the sight of Glen, bound and waiting for her.“Are you ready?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.“Yes,” he gasped. “Please… fuck me…”Angelia smiled, her heart pounding with anticipation. She positioned herself between his legs and pressed the tip of the strap-on against his entrance.“Relax,” she whispered, her voice soothing. “This is going to feel so fucking good.”She pushed inside him slowly, feeling him stretch around her. Glen cried out, his body arching against the restraints as she began to move.“Oh fuck…” he moaned, his voice trembling with pleasure.Angelia gripped his hips tightly as she thrust into him, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel the heat of his body, the way he clenched around her as she moved deeper inside him.“You feel so fucking good,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire. “So tight… so hot…”Glen groaned, his hips bucking against hers as she continued to fuck him. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with their moans and gasps.“Fuck… Angelia…” he gasped. “I’m so close…”“Come for me,” she commanded, her voice firm but gentle. “Come for me, Glen.”With a cry of pleasure, Glen came undone, his body trembling as he spilled himself onto his stomach. Angelia continued to fuck him through his orgasm, riding out the waves of pleasure until he was completely spent.She pulled out slowly, admiring the sight of him—bound, blindfolded, and completely at her mercy.“You’re mine now,” she whispered

Angelia, having discovered Glen's BDSM interests, lured him to her apartment, where she bound and blindfolded him, teasing him with restraints, a vibrator, and her latex catsuit. She then prepared him with lube and a strap-on, fucking him until he came undone. She left him bound and blindfolded, declaring him hers.

Angelia’s heart raced as she watched Glen from across the dimly lit bar, his broad shoulders and nervous smile making her pulse quicken. She’d been planning this night for weeks, ever since she’d stumbled upon his internet history—pages and pages of BDSM sites, latex fantasies, and bondage gear. _Oh, Glen_, she thought, biting her lip to suppress a wicked grin. _You have no idea what’s coming._

She sauntered over to him, her hips swaying in the tight black dress that clung to her curves like a second skin. “Hey, Glen,” she purred, sliding into the seat beside him. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Glen’s eyes widened, his cheeks flushing as he stammered, “Uh, hi, Angelia. I—uh—didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Oh, I think you did,” she said, leaning in close enough for him to catch the scent of her perfume—dark, musky, and intoxicating. “I think you’ve been thinking about me too. Haven’t you?”

Glen swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he nodded. “Yeah, I have.”

Angelia’s lips curled into a sly smile. “Good. Because I’ve got plans for you, Glen. Big plans.”

Before he could respond, she grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”

They stumbled into the cool night air, Angelia leading him by the hand to her car. She could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his fingers trembled slightly in hers. _He’s already mine_, she thought, her body tingling with anticipation.

The drive to her place was a blur of whispered promises and stolen glances. By the time they reached her apartment, Glen was practically vibrating with nervous energy. Angelia unlocked the door and pushed him inside, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Sit,” she commanded, pointing to the couch.

Glen obeyed without hesitation, his eyes wide as he watched her move around the room. Angelia disappeared into the bedroom for a moment, returning with a sleek black box that she placed on the coffee table in front of him.

“Open it,” she said, her voice low and commanding.

Glen’s hands shook as he lifted the lid, revealing an array of restraints, cuffs, and a blindfold. His breath hitched, and he looked up at her with a mixture of fear and desire.

“Angelia, I—”

“Shh,” she interrupted, placing a finger to his lips. “I know what you want, Glen. I’ve seen your secrets. And I’m going to give you everything you’ve been dreaming of.”

She knelt in front of him, her hands resting on his thighs as she leaned in close. “But first, you’re going to do exactly as I say. Understand?”

Glen nodded, his eyes dark with need. “Yes.”

“Good boy,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. “Now, stand up.”

He obeyed, and Angelia quickly stripped him of his shirt, her fingers trailing over his chest and down his stomach. She could feel the tension in his muscles, the way his breath quickened with every touch.

“Turn around,” she ordered, and he did, his back to her.

Angelia picked up the cuffs from the box and secured them around his wrists, pulling them behind his back. The sound of the metal clicking into place sent a shiver down Glen’s spine.

“How does that feel?” she asked, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

“Good,” he breathed. “Really good.”

Angelia smiled, running her hands over his shoulders and down his arms. “You’re mine now, Glen. All mine.”

She stepped back and picked up the blindfold, slipping it over his eyes and plunging him into darkness. “Trust me,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his neck. “You’re going to love this.”

With that, she led him to the bedroom, where her secret stash of bondage furniture waited. The sight of the padded bench, the straps, and the array of toys made her pulse race. She guided Glen to the bench and pushed him down onto it, securing his wrists and ankles with the straps.

“Stay still,” she commanded, her voice firm but gentle.

Angelia stepped back and admired her work—Glen, bound and blindfolded, completely at her mercy. She could see the rise and fall of his chest, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed as he waited for her next move.

She walked over to the dresser and pulled out a sleek black latex catsuit, the material smooth and shiny under the dim light. She slipped into it slowly, savoring the way it hugged her body like a second skin. The coolness of the latex against her heated flesh sent a thrill through her.

“Glen,” she said, her voice low and sultry. “I want you to imagine what I’m wearing right now. Imagine how it feels against my skin, how it clings to every curve.”

Glen moaned softly, his body trembling with anticipation. “Angelia…”

She walked over to him, her heels clicking against the floor. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath her fingertips. “You’re so fucking hot like this,” she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. “Completely at my mercy.”

Her hands trailed lower, down his stomach and to the waistband of his pants. She undid the button and zipper slowly, teasing him as she pulled them down his legs. His cock sprang free, hard and throbbing with need.

“Oh, Glen,” she purred, wrapping her fingers around him. “You’re so fucking hard for me.”

She stroked him slowly, her grip firm but gentle. Glen groaned, his hips bucking against her hand. “Angelia… please…”

“Please what?” she asked, her voice teasing. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” he gasped. “I want you to fuck me.”

Angelia smiled, her heart racing with excitement. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Glen. But not yet.”

She released him and stepped back, picking up a small vibrator from the dresser. She turned it on, the low hum filling the room as she pressed it against his cock. Glen cried out, his body arching against the restraints.

“How does that feel?” she asked, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

“Fuck… so good…” he moaned.

Angelia moved the vibrator up and down his length, watching as he writhed beneath her touch. She could feel the power coursing through her veins, the control she had over him driving her wild.

“You’re mine, Glen,” she whispered, her voice low and possessive. “All mine.”

She continued to tease him with the vibrator, bringing him closer and closer to the edge before pulling away. Glen groaned in frustration, his body trembling with need.

“Please… Angelia… I need you…”

She smiled, her heart pounding with anticipation. “Not yet,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Angelia stepped back and picked up a bottle of lube from the dresser. She poured a generous amount onto her fingers and knelt between his legs, her eyes locked on his face as she pressed a finger against his entrance.

“Relax,” she whispered, her voice soothing. “This is going to feel so fucking good.”

She pushed her finger inside him slowly, feeling him tense around her. Glen gasped, his body arching against the restraints as she began to move her finger in and out.

“Oh fuck…” he moaned, his voice trembling with pleasure.

Angelia added a second finger, stretching him gently as she worked him open. She could feel the heat of his body, the way he clenched around her fingers as she moved them deeper inside him.

“You’re so fucking tight,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire. “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”

Glen groaned, his hips bucking against her hand. “Please… Angelia… I need you…”

She smiled, her heart racing with excitement. “Soon,” she promised. “But first…”

She pulled her fingers out and picked up a strap-on from the dresser. She fastened it around her hips, the weight of it sending a thrill through her body. She stepped back and admired the sight of Glen, bound and waiting for her.

“Are you ready?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.

“Yes,” he gasped. “Please… fuck me…”

Angelia smiled, her heart pounding with anticipation. She positioned herself between his legs and pressed the tip of the strap-on against his entrance.

“Relax,” she whispered, her voice soothing. “This is going to feel so fucking good.”

She pushed inside him slowly, feeling him stretch around her. Glen cried out, his body arching against the restraints as she began to move.

“Oh fuck…” he moaned, his voice trembling with pleasure.

Angelia gripped his hips tightly as she thrust into him, each movement sending waves of pleasure through her body. She could feel the heat of his body, the way he clenched around her as she moved deeper inside him.

“You feel so fucking good,” she whispered, her voice filled with desire. “So tight… so hot…”

Glen groaned, his hips bucking against hers as she continued to fuck him. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, mingling with their moans and gasps.

“Fuck… Angelia…” he gasped. “I’m so close…”

“Come for me,” she commanded, her voice firm but gentle. “Come for me, Glen.”

With a cry of pleasure, Glen came undone, his body trembling as he spilled himself onto his stomach. Angelia continued to fuck him through his orgasm, riding out the waves of pleasure until he was completely spent.

She pulled out slowly, admiring the sight of him—bound, blindfolded, and completely at her mercy.

“You’re mine now,” she whispered

In Angelia's Fucking Bondage, a dominant woman takes control of her unsuspecting date, using his hidden BDSM fantasies to bind him to her will. Glen, a man with a secret love for latex and bondage, is seduced, restrained, and thoroughly dominated by Angelia, who uses a variety of toys and bondage gear to bring his deepest desires to life.

Angelia's Fucking Bondage

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