Sternum pressed onto the unyielding chairback.Are you new to the area? Left ankle to one arm of the chair. ‘Three’. I’d considered doing this quickly. The flats on the Kings Road? Sternum pressed onto the unyielding chairback.Are you new to the area? Ankles roped with purpose. But somehow the rope is aesthetic. Immune to the distractions of, between spanks, me walking to your face, and sliding my cock: rigid, into your throat, your tongue somehow remaining soft as your lips grip me. Adjusting your blindfold, you can only imagine the sight; the perfection you present to me. Start again…”Of course we have some beautiful bits and pieces. Facing the back of the chair; knees spread. Well! They’re so stylish, aren’t they? The table was a consideration. Well! Adorned, the blunt candle-base presses, insistently against your anus; the tight ring of muscle’s resistance: futile. So simple. A few, perfunctory unwinding turns ‘round each of your wrists and ankles. ‘Good girl…’
Through distraction, it has taken you 12 attempts to count out three consecutive spanks. Facing the back of the chair; knees spread. Moving around you. Adjusting your blindfold, you can only imagine the sight; the perfection you present to me.
