So, um, I kind of want this dress.
latex
I show, you tell. You observe, you interpret, you misinterpret (sometimes deliciously).
It’s true that odds aren’t how you win most games. It’s how you play.
And you just don’t play fair.
Another one of Ivy’s childhood fantasies that got more perverse as time went on: Being kidnapped and subjected to all sorts of vile experiments. The belt-themed bondage is perfect here. Being strapped down was one of the earliest and most consistent aspects of the fantasy. As for the experiments, well, I’ll leave that up to your imagination. They were certainly fascinating according to what was tumbling around in mine.
See, I could use this kind of discipline right now.
I could also use the kind of discipline that would make me work on my gosh-darn term papers.
That cold, devious hand.
I need a cruel woman to tie me down like this and tease her hands over me. I’d beg her to bring her hands a little lower and she would just put the ballgag on. We’d spend a good portion of the night like that. And the time we didn’t, I’d be watching her please herself.