Trochę jak wspomnienie wczorajszego dnia ten opis.. i kilku innych również.. ach!
Bo nieustająco: zniewolenie i brak kontroli uwalnia to, co mam wewnątrz.
Enjoy the bondage. Revel in the restraints. Be thrilled when you’re tied up. I want to see you squirm and struggle, but I want to see you truly thrive as well. I want to see you lie there and grip the ropes that hold you in place, and make sure they’re firm. You have to want to know quite how helpless you are.
There’s a self destructive streak in all of it, something that it may just be ever so slightly dangerous to encourage. Except instead of throwing yourself off a building, or running yourself off the road, you’re just lying there, helpless. You’re putting yourself in a position for me to take advantage, knowing that I’m all but helpless to do anything but. I might resist for a while, tease it out of you, but eventually I’ll succumb to your vulnerability. I’m only human, after all.
I want to see your body rouse when I slip the cloth between your lips. Nipples erect, cunt glistening. Squirm for me, but not because you want to get away from the ropes and cuffs, but because of what they’re doing to you. What knowing what I’m going to do to you is doing to you. Let’s start a vicious cycle, you beautiful, depraved thing, and let’s never get out of it.
