She was the kind of girl that came with handles. He liked that. The elastic in the waistband of a pa
She was the kind of girl that came with handles. He liked that. The elastic in the waistband of a pair of panties, a makeshift bungee that he could use to have her bounce right back to him. Her hair tied, but not done up, so there was a good handhold that he could use as a leash, or a purchase. She didn’t mind which. Tassels, ribbons, belts, laces, anything she could wear on her clothes that afforded him something to grab hold of, lead her around with, whether she wanted it or not. It took a lot of forethought, orchestrating these little things. But then, she liked to be handled. -- source link
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