For the love of bondage.

Two long black twists of cord; almost satin-smooth against the wrists, the ankles and the throat. The way he was tied, on his knees and elbows, with his wrists bound behind his thighs, meant that his buttocks were directly aimed at the ceiling and his anus was stretched and exposed.  He was breathing heavily and I sat back and watched as he slowly became more and more uncomfortable.  I grabbed his throat and twisted his face towards mine.  I forced eye contact and he whimpered ‘Thank you’.

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