My hands are where they should be, where they belong. Where my Dom wants them to be. And so are his, where I want my Dom’s hands to be, held tightly around my slender throat, his throat now, the throat of his sub. I am his now. I am his sub…
With her thumb Laura stroked over and over upon the large bulbous rim on the head of his p***s as he squeezed her hands around her throat. He let out a low groan in between his clenched teeth as she touched this forbidden spot. Laura felt proud inside that she could give him this much pleasure. Williamson picked her up and carried her over to the opposite brick wall, with a full length mirror mounted upon it. On the way he grabbed a pair of handcuffs from behind the bar. He cuffed her wrists above her, facing the mirrored wall, to an O-ring built into
