Fantastic Breasts And Where To Bind Them

"Sometimes the right knots set us free."

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It’s art. Admiration of form. Her form.

My naked, perspiring marionette twists on tiptoes, skin reddened to perfection, snarling, “Fuck!”

I circle. Step in. Nip her ear. “More?”

The delayed nod makes my heart thump.

Her gasp pierces my bedroom as I cinch the ceiling pulley, notch by notch. Ropes loop her succulent pierced orbs, criss-cross that soft expanse of belly before plunging, miasmic arousal staining the fibres.

I crouch. Inhale. Lick. Savour. “He doesn’t worship you like I do.”

Rope bites glistening flesh alongside my fluttering tongue. Her breath hitches. “No, Mistress.”

My mouth skims wetness. “Then be mine.”

 

 

 

Published 4 years ago

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