Leather I love leather. The sound – the creaking of restraints as you struggle; the hush of My leather clad thighs brushing as I stalk towards you; the satisfying thud of a gloved hand or flogger against your skin. The scent – the earthy scent of My...
Sensory Deprivation As I encase you in saran wrap, each layer tighter than the last, you are shrouded from the world. A hood completes the cocoon. You can hear your breathing and your heart beat, perhaps My footsteps, right on the edge of hearing. Your world condenses...
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