Tears fall down her face heavily with every word. Each one lands somewhere in my chest that I do not acknowledge.
I want to wipe them. I want to remove every tear that exists in her eyes outside of pleasure but I don’t.
I secure the chain into the hook and step back.
Damn it! Even tear streaked she looks like a special craving. One no man will be able to imagine but will never give up or ignore when served.
If there were an auction for bound subs, she would break every record:
Tears tracking black eye shadow down her face like a weeping panda. Wrists cuffed and chained forward to the wall. Leather collar at her throat. Eyes blindfolded. Breasts bare and full- one n****e swollen from my mouth, the other still clamped.
As always where her breasts are concerned, my c**k reacts. I ignor
