just-another-slut-enabler: So Here We Are She kept telling me that she’d had enough, and it was time
just-another-slut-enabler: So Here We Are She kept telling me that she’d had enough, and it was time to go back to a more normal way of doing things. Yet whenever Jill said that, it was always followed by the frail look in her eyes, a look that said she still needed me to do the things that I had been doing all along to her. “I can’t do this anymore,” she would say through tearful eyes. “I need to go back to a normal life. I need to find a boyfriend, just some regular guy. I can’t keep doing this.” Yet whenever Jill told this to me, it was face-to-face. She could have called or texted or relayed this to many in a myriad of other ways. But instead, she’d always come over to my place, the place where I had bound her and fucked her and fed her over and over and over; she’d tell me through tear-streaked eyes that she had been having doubts about what we’re doing. I always listened, and said I understood; I didn’t want Jill to do anything she didn’t want to do. But each time, after I would tell her we don’t have to do anything she didn’t want to do, she would always look into my eyes, into my soul, and then start kissing. And the kissing always leads to disrobing, which always leads to her asking to be tied up, with her legs spread and held open wide for me, and begging to be gagged and used like a filthy little fuck doll. And despite her earlier protests, I would always give in to the demands of her body, if not her voice. And so here we are, as always, two dirty and desperate little creatures getting lost in one a other. I know she’ll later feel pangs of anguish and regret - but I also know that this right here, my binding Jill and using her body as a source of pleasure and delight, was the thing that made Jill feel most alive. One day, she might decide to get a normal man and fall into a normal relationship or normal life, whatever those things meant to her. But in the meantime, she would always keep coming back, begging in body (if not in words) for me to use her, fuck her, feed her, and fill her with purpose. She admitted that she never felt less lonely, or more alive, then when she was bound to my bed with my eager body giving her everything I could from above. And I was too smitten with such a hungry little pet like Jill to ever deny her the things I could tell she still needed most. Read my mind and ignore my words -- source link