B is for Bondage
I’m hog tied, lying on my stomach on our sprawling bed. The soft, teal blanket I adore is spread out under me, tickling my exposed flesh. The ropes are just loose enough that my thighs lay flat, but you’ve roped my neck, so that if I bend my head any farther forward, I’ll choke. I’m currently whimpering, tiny tears budding at the corners of my eyes. My ass and the backs of my thighs are a stinging, angry red from the spanking you’ve given me. Your hand ought to hurt by now with as many slaps to...
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