This is the kind of thing where I’m like oh no no no don’t do that to me
but also absolutely please do that to me.
This is the kind of thing where I’m like oh no no no don’t do that to me
but also absolutely please do that to me.
The only thing keeping me from going to really dark places,
is the fear that I won’t want to come back.
My absolute favorite words.
I cannot wait to work with @kevininri again in just a few days. www.straitjacketed.com / #nylon #fetish #bondage #straitjacket #leather
Dream outfit.
from PATIENT ZERO / new video on IF website via IF Patreon
If I had to say what my like maybe number one fetish was…
…I’d take the fifth.
After a couple debauched hours in the living room, we moved to the back bedroom. There, Anya and Mathis bound E spread-eagled to the bed to give her what she deserved…
Scenes from our delightfully kinky foursome with @an-aberrant-object and Mr. Mathis.
Oh my gosh please though please
I have far too many fantasies that revolve around the sentiment of not knowing whose hands are where.
Ummmmm I think I just figured out what I want for my birthday.
Go on. Make me afraid.
I’m not actually a huge fan of hitachis when they’re like this. I have a really sensitive clit, and as such, the strength of the vibrations that come off of a hitachi causes it to hurt rather quickly. Even on the lower setting. I really enjoy hitachis when they’ve got a tenga egg or a diffuser or some other attachment that mitigates the vibrations. But on their own, they hurt or just make me go numb. Usually, when faced with an unadapted hitachi, I’ll just inch away from the head or outright refuse.
But to that end, part of me wants to be made to endure that. I want that option of refusal taken away from me. I want to be tied down and made to take it. To be told that it isn’t about me getting off or feeling good. That it’s barely even about me at all, beyond the fact that I’m the one being made to take it.
It would go on for a while. I would probably go numb. But numbness doesn’t always diminish the pain when it takes away the sensation, from experience. It’s a different pain, this sort of quiet, crackling kind.
They’d gag me when they got tired of my pleading, my insistence that I wasn’t going to get off this way, no matter how long they went.