so-much-to-play-with: Exploring uncharted limits is always something I fear. Of course, talking befo
so-much-to-play-with: Exploring uncharted limits is always something I fear. Of course, talking beforehand is mandatory, but once the discussion’s over? How will it be received? Will it still be within acceptable limits once done and too late to come back?She was on all fours, fetters restraining her mobility. Links running from her wrists and ankles were pulling her neck down and each attempt to stretch was stopped with sharp pain, the chain tightening the clover clamps. I love how her mind can turn her into my little pet, well behaved, with just some pieces of metal restraining her body…I sat on the couch, keeping her between my legs, and waited, knowing what she was expecting. She crawled back on me. This position, this setup is among those where her submission is the strongest. It makes her small, protected, framed, and this attitude makes her even more desired. The humiliation to be leashed and shackled, immense, was just a tool to prove how strong was what we shared, how deep was our trust. I started to fuck her there, still sitting on the couch, pulling on her leash to make her rock back and forth, looking at her pushing on her hands to feel it harder, even though the clamps were hurting her…Her breath thin, from her efforts, from the collar tight around her neck, she wasn’t stopping. Degradation was just turning her beautiful. A large red mark on her ass. A thumb deep in her ass, slipped in with drool running on her skin. She wasn’t stopping, and I knew. I stopped her and, holding her fistful of hair, made her kneel on her heels. She was looking at me, desperately needy… And I spat on her face. Once. Saliva falling from her face on splatting on her thighs. She looked at me, flustered. Twice. She saw it coming, and didn’t move. She just sighed and pulled her tongue out to now receive the cum she wanted.Oh, fuck… She turns me so crazy… -- source link