-Degrading, exposed position. Check.
-Jank-looking DIY contraptions. Check.
-Lazy, effortless sadism. Check.
-Punishing a cunt simply for existing. Check.
The next time anyone asks me what my short-term goals are, I’ll have a ready answer.
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A little Sunday night recreation just wrapped up an hour or so ago….
… stripped to nothing but black tights and high heels, I had her arms and hands imprisoned in tightly laced arm corsets and leather mitts, a mouth filling harness gag and hood covered her head, a tight posture collar kept her head/neck immobile, and ankle cuffs with chains kept her from running off and/or kicking me…I dragged her into the set while she struggled and fought me as I hooked her bonds to the chains waiting for her…. Then after I had her fixed in place, tormented with some some tickling, spanking pinching and groping… and all the while she could only wiggle and emit muffled protests..
I removed my slaves panties by cutting them off, and placed a vibrator in between her legs. As the vibrator neared her towards an orgasm I continued to hit her and torture her feet with little wooden stick. She begged to cum more than once and I allowed her the pleasure.
He kept a Band-Aid and a tiny sterile wipe on him; she’d found them the first time she’d ever sat on top of him and pulled his wallet from his pocket to go through it (smirk on her face, pulse wild in her throat). “What’s this for?” she’d said, wrinkling her nose.
“Accidents,” he’d replied.
“I think most guys carry a condom for that reason.”
“When I do,” he’d said, “there’s nothing accidental about it.”
Now here she was with her legs across his lap, hands behind her on the bench, remembering that afternoon and watching ruefully as he cleaned and bandaged her scrape.
“Ouch!” she said.
“Don’t flinch,” he murmured. “If you’re very brave you’ll get a reward.”
UGGGGGH.
Being silenced is kind of A Thing for me.
