Tape, perhaps. XXNX It is lovely, isn’t it?Yes, quite lovely. “Oh dear. We have some lovely things…
Blinded to the world. You know what’s coming. I bind your wrists. Cushioned by increasingly threadbare velvet.Now, I do need to add a petit health warning; I know the velvet is just adorable- god- just feel it- but it’s not suitable if you’re going to use it a lot. Table linen. Consequently, you can feel the pulse of your blood, throbbing, negotiating its way through the damaged capillaries in your arse. Immune to the distractions of, between spanks, me walking to your face, and sliding my cock: rigid, into your throat, your tongue somehow remaining soft as your lips grip me. You nod. Comfort: secondplace. Stretched open at both ends; you no longer suck at my cock, more like holding me in your mouth as you sob.Well! Facing the back of the chair; knees spread. Danish? The window of the glass, glaring into you from below. Some exquisite choices. I’d considered doing this quickly. Hasn’t time flown. Start again…”Of course we have some beautiful bits and pieces. Comfort: secondplace. You’re hugging the chairback; the long, elegant curves of the ribs of the chair presenting you a familiar form to hold.
