You knew from the moment that I said I wanted to use the cuffs on you again that I was planning something interesting.
And I wanted you to be nervous. I wanted to get under your skin. I wanted you to be thinking. . . at every moment. . . about what I might do. How far would you go to please me?
I started early in the morning – teasing – taunting you. I showed you some gifs of my tits clamped and jiggling. Of me deep throating a fake dick. I wanted you to want me. To think about me. To be crazy with desire.
Since I know you, it wasn’t hard to add to the torment. When I was out shopping, I sent you a picture of the duct tape. All of the beautiful colors. You thought it was ribbon. You had no idea what I planned to do with it.
I went on a tirade about the issue of not having grey panty hose. How was I supposed to achieve my ultimate aesthetic? I wanted something very particular. It confounded you – my rant about the panty hose. And that’s what I wanted.