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I love this despite the gloves.

The fairy wings give it whimsy, the ropes a feel of her being captured, detained while he destroys her clean innocence......or maybe I'm seeing things that aren't there....

I think the gloves totally ruin it there. I mean the sensuality is gone with the gloves...Or maybe I just have no taste.
 
Maybe its less for sensuality and more for brutality? A way to deprive her of the touch of his skin?

See, I knew I had to be missing something. Only thing I really would need would be the touching. I wouldn't want to deprive myself but then again....I have a different desire for that type of control Her wrists would be bound tighter too.
 
See, I knew I had to be missing something. Only thing I really would need would be the touching. I wouldn't want to deprive myself but then again....I have a different desire for that type of control Her wrists would be bound tighter too.

Yes the touching is something necessary isn't it? Something about his warm skin makes all the pain in the world worth it. I wonder how much I would ache in her situation?

And yeah I'd be out of those ropes in a heart beat, much tighter indeed, maybe even with more of my forearms tied too:eek:
 
See, I knew I had to be missing something. Only thing I really would need would be the touching. I wouldn't want to deprive myself but then again....I have a different desire for that type of control Her wrists would be bound tighter too.

Yes the touching is something necessary isn't it? Something about his warm skin makes all the pain in the world worth it. I wonder how much I would ache in her situation?

And yeah I'd be out of those ropes in a heart beat, much tighter indeed, maybe even with more of my forearms tied too:eek:

I saw this more as innocent and weird. Like, uhhhh, what do you use rubber gloves for? Some messier, dirtier play. Here's this pink little butterfly ready to be defiled and violated. That's where my head went.
 
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