so-much-to-play-with: The rush of endorphins from the previous session, rough, had not yet vanished,
so-much-to-play-with: The rush of endorphins from the previous session, rough, had not yet vanished, but she still asked me for another one and I got caught. She’d made sure to wear sweet lingerie, for me, and seeing how it was revealing her tattoo across her back and the bruises she inherited from the night before were perfect to be playful. Knowing the first round had been tough, I’d decided to start easy, building safe and strong harnesses, but I, too, wasn’t back in my usual state. Gradually, I drifted. A slow pull, just to make her brush the floor. Her genuine smile. A huge lift, toppling her face down and a foot against the bamboo. Her wink. I strained on her takate kote, lifting her high and crushing chest. I could see surprise on her face but she was still smiling, almost laughing. She was in that place where she’s indestructible, ready and willing to go wherever I want. And I wanted more. Pushing her bra aside, I took clamps out of my pocket. “Really?” did she ask, challenging. Yes, really, even though we were watched. And her taunt just earned her one on the tongue. She opened her mouth without I had to ask. I let her fall back, reversed, and drool immediately started to run on her face and the floor. My sadistic tendencies were claiming more and more… Ropes started to run around her neck. -- source link