so-much-to-play-with: She told me she’s missing something. The care is there, the attention, the pro

so-much-to-play-with: She told me she’s missing something. The care is there, the attention, the protection I give her help her. But she misses something. Fulfilling my wants, my desires. Indeed, recently time’s been scarce and spent for emergencies, paperwork and administrations… I felt my role should be to solve problems and took what I could in charge – and it helped! – but it also took off the moments we share, the meaning, the structure, the intimacy, the devotion. She wants to feel desired, know that she is key to my happiness and appeasing the controlled craziness of my body and mind… That I’d use her as I want and that she could make accomplish my phantasms. So, I thought that I could unveil what’s in my mind that I couldn’t accomplish yet or would love to do with her. I’d love to see her in a full latex cat suit, deprived from the sense of touch. Listening to the cracks of the plastic as she crawls toward me, seeing her expecting my contact but having to deserve it. The sound of the zipper slowly opening to reveal her intimacy. I’d love to have her endure orgasm after orgasm, fighting the pain she’s learnt to know, diving into pleasure until she faints like she did when we met. How far do I have to bring her, now that she’s learnt to control herself? I’d love to write on her body all the shameful acts she’s ready to do to please me and send her outside, writtings close to be seen through her clothes. See how she would blush, not knowing if her secret is discovered when someone starts to pay attention to her. I’d love to listen to her begging for pleasure. Telling me how she’s ready to do everything in exchange of her mind being numbed by orgasms. How she’s willing to explore the paths I chose if I accept to make her most hidden fantasies come true. And then listen to her admitting those fantasies. I’d love to push her against a wall holding her throat and play with her cunt until her knees go weak. Seeing her collapse along the wall on her knees and then use her mouth roughly, listening to her gags, knowing she can’t escape anywhere. I’d love to see her wearing her cat mask, tail plug and paws; leashed and docile. See her kept on all fours, without right to speak or use furniture, eating from a bowl. And then make her win back her privileges by being a good pet girl. I’d love to have her dressed as a maid and get ready for service. Addressing me with high protocol and yet using the most depraved vocabulary, willing to get used as a tool of my pleasure. Throwing her tidiness into a mess of perversion, until she’s left unable to move and face covered with cum. … I’d love to, and I will. -- source link

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