No need to thank me…just spank me!

My Fetish Diary: S for Shibari

My fetish diary 9

And so at first she sat very still…focusing on the sound of her own breathing and the tightness of the ropes as they cut into her fine young flesh. The feeling of being restricted and held back was strangely arousing – as if being trussed up and put on display resounded to an anchient need deep within her. She tried to wiggle her back a little only to feel the tight ropes cutting in deeper…spreading her firm breasts and her shiny shaven labia. Almost immediately the wetness between her thighs grew….She tried bucking her hips slightly and it caused the rope to rub against her most tender parts…making it throb so hard you could almost mistake her heart for being loctated there. Boom-boom…boom-boom…. Wow… if there ever was a feeling more sensual she had yet to know.

Aroused and awakened by Your stare and the thoughts of being objectified in such a shameless manner she spread her legs a little more…licked her lips and whispered: Yes.

Shibari C1

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