“Touch your self.” He yanks the leash so the slack is gone, and she starts to pant, the collar so tight, she finds it difficult to breath.
“Don’t stop. I want to see you drip on that mirror. Then I want to watch you lick it up.”
Love this post! 😍😈
Oh my!! My old tumblr! So cool that some of my writing survived the great tumblr purge.
And back in my more submissive days too. Funny how now I prefer to hold the leash. It’s been a wonderful ride. I love that Misty and I can go both ways with each other.