1. She lived vicariously until tonight


    Date: 2/16/2017, Categories: BDSM, First Time, Voyeur, Author: leperkahan, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Swiftly I shift from one side of the bed to the other, positioning your limbs with purpose and a total disregard for comfort. It’s not a matter of compliance, simple muscle memory gives way and you find yourself in that all too familiar position. Knees tucked under you, your ass high in the air. You're collard with your lead, although this time, each wrist is bound to its respective thigh keeping you pulled up tight. Immobilized face down to the side, leaving just enough room to breathe. I step back to admire the view. I focus on the arch in your back. This position always leaves the most mesmerizing curve. Breaking my spell I take note of the total package, wrapped up, quite literally for my pleasure. The rope, slightly thicker this time, in bl**d red fastens an intricate chest harness. Biting around your sides and breasts, the color not only compliments your skin so well but looks perfect alongside the pulled down black tube top. Just covering your midsection; the fabric a size too small, not only provides just the right amount of constriction, but just the right amount of modesty leaving something to the imagination. Behind the blindfold I can only imagine the anticipation building in your eyes. You wait for the donning of the final piece of this restricting puzzle; but no bitt or gag for you this evening. No, I want you vocal. I want you to be heard, because tonight we have an audience. Sitting quietly in the corner of the room, her body language tells her story. ...
    Slightly anxious and uncomfortable but here of her own free will is Sno. Always a close friend and confidant, she’s never left your side, albeit tonight maybe her curiosities may have gotten the best of her. This kindred spirit has heard the stories...seen the pictures; but the gravity of seeing it in the flesh is visibly unnerving. While I take slight satisfaction in this side show our silent observer is not my focus. I relish in the fact that you’re soaked from the start. Shifting gears, I begin doing what I do best. Warming you with my hands, inside and out, preparing you for what is to come. I begin to feel the build inside your core, you always make it so easy for me, but as a practice I never return the favor. I withdraw and pause for a minute. Allowing the growing swell to rescind... Even with the gift of heightened senses the blind fold leaves you disoriented, isolated without contact. As the first whimper leaves your lips, the two pairs of eyes in the room are fixated on you. While parties to the same show, the presence of each other, is barely acknowledged. In one swift motion, I snatch your lead, and tug back. The collar bites, attacking your wind pipe, your neck and back respond, deepening the arch, putting your rear on greater display. While your lips part the sound in the room doesn’t come from you. Our audience, no longer silent, finally breaks with a gasp. I pay her no mind, my eyes still on you, your body still firmly controlled by the lead in my hand. I let the ...
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