You look like you don’t know, as the adhesive presses against your lips, your cheeks and y
You look like you don’t know, as the adhesive presses against your lips, your cheeks and your face. You don’t know that it’s going to be hell to take off, the kind of hard, fast pain that leaves a flushes strip in its wake, that you’re going to be rubbing your jaw, and sliding your tongue over the sting for the rest of the day. You go into it blind, and that makes you more compliant in the short term. You look up at me with those big browns, and I just smile and slap on the duct tape, smoothing it over with a heavy palm, before I step back and admire my handiwork. Your nostrils flare, sucking in air like the drowning, and I smile some more. Because I know I’ll be tearing it off, one quick movement, and you’re going to be yelping. Your yelps make me hard. And the thought of creating them with something so premeditated, so intended, makes me swell doubly. To watch the realisation slip over yours eyes, and make them wide, while I grip the edge of that sticky bar, the silver censor that’s going to come off all at once, in one glorious moment. To see you plead with a look. A muffled moan, asking ever so nicely. Well the answer is yes, I’m still going to pull it off. But I might cuddle you after, now that you’ve been so adorably submissive about it all. -- source link
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