An offering. Few things excite me more than when it’s time to present myself. The primping and preparation is complete, and all that’s left is to place myself in the light, and wait for his eyes to lock on to me…I’m ready to be devoured.
I'm definitely not used to wearing any kind of underwear, but this tack bra is a particular exception. Here you can see the pins in action on my tits and nipples.
What if this was my life? Kept, confined, restrained. Punished, defiled, degraded. All day, all night. What if his brutal slaps were our only point of contact? What if his piss was my only source of sustenance…and intimacy.