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She wriggled her hands and pulled her arms, but the metal cuffs only clicked and held her

Mar 28

wriggled in bondage

The girl remained motionless. She waited for the penis to soften and diminish. It did not. She started to twist and bend, trying to throw herself off the violation. The leverage was not good. The angle wasn’t right. Her most powerful try only succeeded in raising her half up his member. Then she only sank down on it again.

She groaned, drool unavoidably collecting behind her teeth and dripping over her lower lip onto the man’s stomach. She wriggled her hands and pulled her arms, but the metal cuffs only clicked and held her. She looked down at her exquisite body held by the delicate black lace. For a fleeting second, her mind told her Peter was right. The groupies were right. She had been asking for this. She deserved this. She was nothing but a cocktease bitch.

Terri howled in the night. A burbling gasp was all that emerged from behind her gag, but it was enough.
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Bondage and high heels

Mar 9

heels_cuffs

“You look lovely,” I observed. “I assume that you’ll need a minute or two to finish.” I queried. “Yes master,” she replied, “I should be ready in about five minutes.” “That’s fine. I’ll wait for you downstairs.” I replied. It wasn’t long before she slowly descended the stairs. This is a woman that does not regularly wear high heels, and she wobbled somewhat in the well over four inch spike heals that I had provided. Nevertheless, she was a vision of loveliness. “Are the shoes comfortable?” I questioned as she continued down the stairs. I have learned that some women will force their feet into any shoe that they think looks good. I have always believed that any shoe should be comfortable enough that it can be worn for an extended time. I guess that’s another man thing, yes, shoes should look good, but generally if you can’t walk in them what good are they? My submissive knows this, and should therefore have understood what I was asking. “Yes master. They’re higher than what I’m used to, but fit comfortably.” she responded. “Then your coach awaits M’lady” I feigned a bow as I took her arm and guided her toward the front door.

 
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