Handcuffed wrists sing of freedom
as the blindfold is placed over her eyes taking sight,
he was in charge tonight,
the basque around her chest was tight, constricting breath,
just like she wanted,
two fine legs open wide,
tied to the chair by her ankle,
a leather pleated skirt barely covering her modesty,
He strode around her with muscles bulging and hair up high,
wondering what he could do that night? His kitten was ready to play,
begging and pleading to be punishment, pouting, each lip a mountain of desire
his lips twitch with a grin,
especially when he put his finger in …….
…... her mouth ……
Get your mind out of the gutter……
……... that will cum later ……..
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Author:
kitty the naughty poet (
Offline) - Published: December 21st, 2021 01:42
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Comments4
Erm.... been there, done that.... its good fun and needs trust between you. The idea terrifies some though.
Definitely dusk trust is a key point
Should I try this? Would it be too much for me?! heehee.
I'm not your mistress hahaha I can't make that decision for you 😂😂
It's me sheltered life though. Should I try more things? I will probably swoon though! lol.
Haha swoon away u only live once
Ankle bar restraints much more affective but the imagery of his kitten awaiting punishment is a very sensual one, you set the scene perfectly for a second one. 😈
Lol thanks
your writing
saves a lot of people
on their heating bills..
so, ahem!
we, thank you
for the community spirit
you exemplify, dear Poet
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🥵🥴🤕
Haha that's funny no worries dear reader
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