the first part is here.
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within minutes of our homecoming you are on the bed with my hand on your back. i feel a shiver course through you.
i push off my boots and climb into bed, pulling your top over your head. i unbuckle your belt, hook my fingers on the waist of your jeans. a yank brings them and your boxers to your ankles, your ass plump and bare, and always scrumptious. your clothes are pulled off with your boots.
i am straddling your back now. wrists, i say, and you quickly swing your arms behind your back, hands already gathered into weak, loose fists. your fingers clench tighter when the ropes wrap around your wrists. i cinch the rope and knot it and lay your bound hands on your back, so gentle so far.
feet, i say as i climb off you, and your legs bend to present them, soft and edible. your ankles i truss, and a further length of rope joins them neatly to your wrists. for a minute i sit and watch you, testing the limits of your bondage, a smile on my face you cannot see. then i bring my face to yours.
comfy? i ask, looking down at you. you nod. i press the gag to your lips. your mouth opens and the red ball slides behind your teeth, the black straps buckle behind your head. you groan softly as the gag fills your mouth, looking up at me, and the bright red frames your sweet face so perfectly. i run my hand through your feathery hair and stand.
your toes twitch as you feel my hands encircle your feet, so tender and so captured. i spread your long wiggling toes to thread a shoelace between them, delicately binding your big toes together. then i hook my finger around the knot between them and pull your feet back till they are taut and level. your littlest toes wriggle as your fingers wrap around the ropes. you know what’s coming - i love it.
i crook a nail and drag it from your toes to your heel, and your perfect shriek makes the whole endevour worth it. your feet pull fast against my grip on the shoelace, but i’ve got you, baby, and your peds are all mine.
i let another nail scamper down your prisoner sole, and then another two, and then a whole legion. i drag them back up, i dig between your toes, i scratch at the arch and scrape your heel. and you are screaming, you poor baby, yanking hard at your bondage, and still my nails fly. i am torturing you and loving it.
soon you are panting, chest heaving with breath, and i take this opportunity to snack on your toes. my teeth nibble softly, my tongue dabs between, and it’s not long before my attentions earn a soft, gagged moan. i start to rub your tingling soles with my thumbs, and in minutes i have you purring, your cheek rested on the bed. i watch your fingers slowly loosen their grip on the rope, and then i drag my nails down your soles again.
your head snaps up in a little, brilliant panic, and my nails begin to pick along your tender feet again. a desperate wail kicks off this new round, and i do not stop until i have heard you sob. your feet are still cringing as i rub them gently, and when you’ve sniffled back the tears i reach for the buckle of the gag.
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within minutes of our homecoming you are on the bed with my hand on your back. i feel a shiver course through you.
i push off my boots and climb into bed, pulling your top over your head. i unbuckle your belt, hook my fingers on the waist of your jeans. a yank brings them and your boxers to your ankles, your ass plump and bare, and always scrumptious. your clothes are pulled off with your boots.
i am straddling your back now. wrists, i say, and you quickly swing your arms behind your back, hands already gathered into weak, loose fists. your fingers clench tighter when the ropes wrap around your wrists. i cinch the rope and knot it and lay your bound hands on your back, so gentle so far.
feet, i say as i climb off you, and your legs bend to present them, soft and edible. your ankles i truss, and a further length of rope joins them neatly to your wrists. for a minute i sit and watch you, testing the limits of your bondage, a smile on my face you cannot see. then i bring my face to yours.
comfy? i ask, looking down at you. you nod. i press the gag to your lips. your mouth opens and the red ball slides behind your teeth, the black straps buckle behind your head. you groan softly as the gag fills your mouth, looking up at me, and the bright red frames your sweet face so perfectly. i run my hand through your feathery hair and stand.
your toes twitch as you feel my hands encircle your feet, so tender and so captured. i spread your long wiggling toes to thread a shoelace between them, delicately binding your big toes together. then i hook my finger around the knot between them and pull your feet back till they are taut and level. your littlest toes wriggle as your fingers wrap around the ropes. you know what’s coming - i love it.
i crook a nail and drag it from your toes to your heel, and your perfect shriek makes the whole endevour worth it. your feet pull fast against my grip on the shoelace, but i’ve got you, baby, and your peds are all mine.
i let another nail scamper down your prisoner sole, and then another two, and then a whole legion. i drag them back up, i dig between your toes, i scratch at the arch and scrape your heel. and you are screaming, you poor baby, yanking hard at your bondage, and still my nails fly. i am torturing you and loving it.
soon you are panting, chest heaving with breath, and i take this opportunity to snack on your toes. my teeth nibble softly, my tongue dabs between, and it’s not long before my attentions earn a soft, gagged moan. i start to rub your tingling soles with my thumbs, and in minutes i have you purring, your cheek rested on the bed. i watch your fingers slowly loosen their grip on the rope, and then i drag my nails down your soles again.
your head snaps up in a little, brilliant panic, and my nails begin to pick along your tender feet again. a desperate wail kicks off this new round, and i do not stop until i have heard you sob. your feet are still cringing as i rub them gently, and when you’ve sniffled back the tears i reach for the buckle of the gag.
