Sir’s had to wear suits a lot lately and has been texting me photos and unf I can barely hold it together. I hope this era never ends.
bondage
I love how you can just see the severity of that gag in the protrusion of her cheeks, in the tension in her brows, in the panic in her eyes.
Um, wow.
Can you make this, Sir?
What would be especially blushy and wonderful would be to be set down in the middle of the floor like this during some kind of party or meeting.
Just, ah, saying.
– boundtightly ⇋ fuckmesenslessxxx
So I might be starting to like pain a little more.
Maybe.
‘Autumn Spice’ by yours truly — rye whiskey, apple cider, and Gosling’s ginger beer over ice, garnished with slices of Red Delicious and sprinkled with nutmeg.
You know how I get about him mixing drinks.
Experts are still torn on whether hogties are the cause or the cure of the condition known as the squirmies.
Well, that’s one hell of a way to mark a trail.
I guess if you get lost, you can just follow the whimpers.
God, what is wrong with me?
Remember when Bobbi Starr was a good little subby girl when she started doing kink.com shoots?
Heh. I bet she barely even does anymore, either.
It’s that look of “I think I just bit off more than I can chew.”
Which I totally identify, because I stretch to let people pull a hogtie tighter to show off how flexible I am. Or I let them make the bondage more difficult so I can feel tough.
And then when I’m settling into it, I’m stuck with that holy-crap-I-just-agreed-to-this feeling and I realize my bluffs have been met.