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There is something especially wanton about the helplessness of this image.
her bent over and restrained in the hard cuffs
(something I find rather uncomfortable myself -
and therefore not my preference, but sometimes he likes it anyway)
the blood rushing to her head. Hair in her eyes.
Her panties part way down... so much more humiliating than being completely naked.
I can feel her wetness. Her exposure. Her ache.
the dampness on her panties now wafting her scent into the air.
She is utterly in his control.
fuck
 
Am I the only one who noticed the nose hooks?

Okay... I see them now. But I had to look closely and only because you pointed them out.

But... I have also now checked out your "guys don't be a douche" link
Laughed out loud - OMG - love you!
 
Okay... I see them now. But I had to look closely and only because you pointed them out.

But... I have also now checked out your "guys don't be a douche" link
Laughed out loud - OMG - love you!

is this, then, a case where the gal shakes her head 'no' and her heart is pounding out 'yes, please, for the love of god?'....
:rose:
 
is this, then, a case where the gal shakes her head 'no' and her heart is pounding out 'yes, please, for the love of god?'....
:rose:

I think perhaps he asked her if the collar/belt was too tight. Because the head shake was right after he place the collar and tightened it and paused.
I think she was shaking her head "no, not too tight, I'm fine" as opposed to objecting to the next thing.
 
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Okay... I see them now. But I had to look closely and only because you pointed them out.

But... I have also now checked out your "guys don't be a douche" link
Laughed out loud - OMG - love you!
I had also missed the hooks!
:eek:


I hadn't seen the before either.
 
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These are the rules.
They are simple.
You are mine.

Mine to dress or undress as I will.
Mine to caress or spank,
to photograph, expose,
love, take,
rough or soft
or rougher still.
Not just for an hour or few,
but for a night, two, the weekend.

Every hour.
Every minute.
You will obey.
You will be loved
and love me just,
exactly,
as I wish.

And when we are done,
you will be awakened
to desires unknown.
You will be satiated
in ways previously unimagined.
You will slowly shed your fears
because I promise to keep you safe.

These are the rules.
 
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