Deleted Member Posted December 8, 2023 Posted December 8, 2023 I walk behind you. Two steps. Head down. My feet are bare, my body sculpted by a corset and a bra that lifts my breasts but leaves them free to be seen. I keep my face neutral, my hands clasped in front of me. I am the epitome of a demure submissive. Inside, I'm dancing. My heart is tripping over itself and my cunt is slick. Nervous excitement beads sweat on my lower back. We reach the stage and I climb up with graceful steps that feel anything but. You step to the side and I see it. The cross I'm to be bound to. I pause, for less than a hair's breadth of a second, then turn, rest against the coolness of the wood. My hands lift of their own accord and you bind my wrists to the upper posts. My feet slide apart and my ankles joint in bondage. My eyes stare out into the sea of faces. Smiles. Knowing smirks. Level stares that know what they'd do to me in your place. All of them, watching us. You. Me. Your hand grabs my chin and twists it firmly towards your face. “Eyes on me,” you say. “Yes, Sir.” The phrase comes naturally to my lips. You know it, and it makes you smile. So we begin.
Ma**** Posted December 9, 2023 Posted December 9, 2023 Love it, " heart tripping over itself " great line,
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