Added: December 3, 2018 | Category: Bondage One minute she’s riding her bicycle in the nation. The next, cable-ties hold to a seat in a dank cellar. You stand earlier this helpless young girl. She is in your power. You can find games you would like to play her. Sadistic games. It is a thing in your body that drives one to do those things to her. Maybe it is a form of love. Since in your eyes, her entire body grows more lovely by the summertime. Until there’s an imprint of her where you go, anything you visit, whomever you are with. And you begin to wonder if you’ll ever get free.You lean down and open a door set into the floor. Shackled and chained, she lies sideways in a shallow box beneath ground level. She quickly learns to smother noise, and maybe to smother everything. You commend her. You are teaching her the contortionist’s art the equanimity of self-deception. You snare her so her mind is on a single side of a wall, and her entire body, arched backward, is on the other side. She is lovely like this, don’t you believe? Nearly perfect. And so you play a different match. It is a game she can just lose. You play this game to make her perfect, more beautiful. And this really is the imprint of her that you take. The noise of her screaming, and of her own body twisting and straining. A hook in her cunt brings her pussy upward. You vibrate her into orgasm. And as you ready to put her away in her box, then you are already considering coming for her later. More games? Is that exactly what you want? How long does this go on? When will it be finished? By then, she’ll have the ability to smother all, walking a shadowy quiet of fantasy. |
