Ready for takeoff.
thigh highs
I need to find myself a wearable scandal like this.
She was terribly selfish when it came to pleasure. She only wanted to feel fingers and mouths upon her own needy body and rarely took the incentive to return the favor. The way she saw it with other men, just letting them have her in such a way was doing them a favor.
But not with him, he won’t stand for that sort of selfishness. He’ll stop touching her all together, stop playing her body the way he does so well. And, when she’s finally so frustrated by the inability of her own fingers to mimic the feeling of someone else’s hands, she’ll come to him. He’ll present her with two options: be a good girl and give him her mouth or simply just go without.
Sitting down is not going to help you, brat.
Now stand up, touch your toes and learn your lesson.
I am so not cut out for the real world if it isn’t.
Don’t forget kids… Friday is Casual Sex Day…
The first time I got tied up in an intimate situation, we planned it ahead of time. I counted down until that day with bated breath, the crawl of X’s across my calendar becoming more nervous and hesitant as it drew nearer. I was tempted not to show up that day. I shook when I showered myself. I could barely clasp my bra or pull on the tights I picked out as to pull off a skirt in the crisp fall weather.
He led me up to his bedroom and closed the door. We laughed uncomfortably. Expectation hung in the air as I removed my boots and then my stockings so they wouldn’t get runs in them. I smiled awkwardly as I stumbled out of them and folded them, placing them on his nightstand. Next came the earrings, my class ring, the cardigan I was wearing. I ignored the chill that had set over my body as I sat beside him on the bed.
I playfully put up some attempt at a fight as he set to work. He had my arms pinned behind me rather quickly and used my stockings to bind them in a knot that paid homage to his Boy Scout years. I fought a bit harder when he tried to thread one of his thick winter scarves between my teeth, but he finally won. The fabric was overwhelming and the knot held harsh against the back of my neck.
I groaned, I squirmed, I explored. I twisted my wrists about and tried to push the scarf out of my mouth with my tongue. I couldn’t. I let out a frustrated huff when he found my own scarf in my purse and set to work on my ankles. I wasn’t sure what I wanted at that point, but I’m fairly sure it was contact aside from the act of binding my limbs.
But, when he had finished, he merely got up and left the room for a few minutes. It was then that I noticed he had me positioned in such a way that I was looking into the mirror on his wall. I’m not sure if it was intentional.
Either way, the effect was sobering. I saw myself. My eyes wide over the scarf, my chest pushed out slightly from the way my arms were bound, my legs lined up neatly, my body covered in goosebumps and shaking slightly with each breath. He returned and I set my attention over to him briefly before returning my attention to my reflection. I was transfixed. I looked just like myself and nothing at all like myself at the same time.
I don’t know if it makes any sense, but it was almost as if I were saying goodbye. Or maybe it’s better described as “hello”.
Primping for Playtime
Model: Isabella Belden
Copyright: LoveBondageLadies.com
How you can expect me to dress when I come to work for you, Dacry darling.
He’s not going to even think about her until after he’s had his second cup, at the very least.